Oh God. Heat flooded between my legs, sudden and overwhelming. My breath caught audibly, and I saw satisfaction flash in his eyes. "Tell me," he continued, his voice like dark velvet, "that you haven't touched yourself thinking about it. Thinking about me."
I had thought about it. Tonight, while I was in my bed, my hand between my thighs, his name a whisper on my lips. I jolted up when I realized what I was doing, got dressed and headed here in his car service he provided to me earlier. The memory of it made my face burn hotter.
"You're out of line," I managed.
"I'm exactly where I need to be." He still wasn't touching me, but he was so close now that I could feel his breath against my neck, warm and steady while mine was ragged. "You answer to me now, whether you've signed the contract
