My eyes shoot up to his. I had no idea I was biting my lip. I guess I just do it unconsciously.
John stands up from his seat, dropping his napkin on the table and walks slowly toward me. He positions himself directly behind my chair. I can feel my pulse quickening at our proximity. He leans over me, his cheek almost touching mine, and takes the pen from my hand. He signs his name on the line below my signature on both copies.
John Tanner.
He tosses the pen on top of the documents and leans both hands on the edge of the table. His hot breath against my ear sends shivers down my spine.
“You’re all mine now, Miss Smith,” he growls softly then bites my earlobe. Hard. I gasp at the pain and the pleasure of it.
He bites into my neck and down to my shoulder, leaving behind a trail of fire. I
