Chapter Thirteen
In an atmosphere thick with smoke and the smell of strong liquor, Shelby breathed easily with the accompanying eroticism. It was time to be excited again. Just staring around the nightclub, she could sense the evening would be a special one.
When Oliver dressed Shelby for the evening, he did so with almost tender gestures and loving hands. His gaze was admiring and s****l—this change in demeanor from ten days of abrupt commands and intently focused meetings propelled her craving body into longed for sensations.
Not that her master’s curt command of her hadn’t been arousing—but the s****l dormancy she suffered while he proceeded with his business produced so much anxiety she was afraid she’d suddenly explode in some careless and ill-advised fashion. Oliver took advanta
