Lance woke up hard. And with only one woman on his mind. A woman he’d once considered his little sister. Ana.
Had this incredible feeling for her been there the entire time he’d known her? Maybe just buried deep inside, waiting for a reason to come forward?
She no doubt had become the center of his world, and he needed to keep it that way.
He wouldn’t see her that night, but maybe that was good. She would probably have some shopping to do for their next lesson.
He reached for his phone and typed out a text.
Good morning, sunshine. You may have some shopping to do. Tomorrow you need to bring a working vibrator to your lesson. Wear a lacy thong.
Good morning, sunshine. You may have some shopping to do. Tomorrow you need to bring a working vibrator to your lesson. Wear a lacy thong.That
