The rain lashed against the windows of Gilbert’s Manhattan penthouse.
Shine was thankful that it rained.
The atmosphere was quite intimate, begging to be used to the fullest of it’s potential.
Inside, the only light came from the fireplace, casting flickering shadows across the marble floors.
Shine stood in the center of the room, her skin prickling with emotions; excitement, anticipation and a overwhelming desire to be Sir’s naughty girl.
Gilbert was standing at his bar, pouring two glass of wine. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing the hard, tanned muscle of his torso.
He looked every bit the king of his domain, but when he turned to look at her, his eyes held a softness she hadn’t seen before, it was terrifyingly warm.
"For months, I’ve lived off you, Shine
