He almost turned to meet Grant’s eyes, but managed to resist.
“Sometimes, Sir.”
The low chuckle in his ear was like music. “I’m going to start working you now. I’m not going to tie you to anything. I’m not going to restrain you. I’m not going to use a spreader bar. But you’re going to stand still for me, stay open for me, take it for me.”
It wasn’t a question, but he couldn’t keep himself from answering. “Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t surprised that it sounded like begging.
He met Stephanie’s eyes. Her expression was pure lust, desire and need. He didn’t know if it was fair to keep her lying there, watching them, unable to do anything but watch them. But he couldn’t deny that knowing she was watching, that she was getting pleasure from that, made it all that much better.
He watched as her p***
