“You sound just like Z’s sub. Listen, sweetling, and I’ll tell you again. I know it’s not politically correct, but I like my women soft.” He pulled her closer. “And curvy.” He skimmed a hand over her waist and then teased her breast until she sighed with pleasure. “And responsive. I love your body, little sub.” He pressed a kiss to her fingers.
His women—and she was one of them? The thought made her warm inside.
And he liked her the way she was—God, how awesome was that—someone who looked like him lusted after her body. Tilting her head, she watched him fondle her breasts, his lips curved in a smile, his eyes half-lidded.
She really did have nice breasts, didn’t she?
And if he kept up his attentions, she was going to get all turned on again. How did he do that? She ran her fingers down
