Serena put her palette and her brushes aside, unceremoniously discarding her jeans. Why did she always have to be the one naked? She daringly reached towards Kassandra, hooking her finger in the strap of her vest and the doctor instantly swatted her hand away, arching an eyebrow, seemingly displeased, “What are you doing?” “I was…nothing. Sorry.”
Kassandra shook her head, kicking the seat lightly away from the canvas, before taking a place on it, “Bend over my laps.” Her heart leapt in her chest as those hot words hovered in the air. Serena was dumbfounded. She gaped at her, wondering if she heard right.
Her legs shook as she approached her, falling onto her knees right beside her, her eyes meeting the doctor’s, trying to read her. It was clear that she wasn’t kidding about this. She ha
