I hoped. Then I found the handcuffs.
The logical part of me insists that it’s insane to put my job and my future at risk. I have a few months of expenses saved up, but not enough to last if I have trouble finding another position.
But I also don’t want to live the rest of my life without knowing what it’s like to feel Ty’s hands on me, his lips on my mine- more, assuming I’m brave enough to beg for it.
To beg him to take me, to make me his.
The thought summons a wave of heat that sweeps across my skin, melting the last of my resistance. Forcing the fearful voices to the back of my mind, I sink to the floor, kneeling and sitting back.
Fighting to stop trembling before the footsteps on the thick carpet in the hall outside reach the office door.
He’s almost here.
God, he’s almost here, and my heart is pounding.
Then the door opens and my mind clears in a rush.
Ty is here, and suddenly I can’t think of anything but him.