Ella.
I was still pinned beneath Kane where moments ago we had s*x; I said I would keep it professional, yet I'm weak for this man. He can have whatever he wants from me. I will give it I loved his dominance I loved the way he handled my body.
Is this a dream? I pinch myself to be sure. Yep, not a dream. Why did I have to open my mouth? Was I pissed off? Yes, because I had received a dead animal and he woke me at 4am.
It's not until I regain my senses that I realise what I'm doing. My fingers are running through his hair. I withdraw them, making him glance at me, his forehead creasing ''are you OK, baby girl?''
I give a small smile “yeah perfect” I tap his arm “thanks”
Oh god I just made this awkward what the f**k its so stupid thanks what am I thanking him for. The s*x or for asking
