Chapter Twelve
A late September breeze blew gently through the sunroom windows, blowing on Liza’s face as she stared, eyes blurring, at her computer monitor. The drowsy warmth of the afternoon had her in its grip. She wanted to masturbate and she wanted to make love, but her mind was fused to the words appearing before her. She couldn’t stop, and yet, she’d nodded off now and again.
“Liza,” his simple voice lifted her from the somnambulant state with little alarm until she remembered that she had reason to be embarrassed. She hadn’t seen Jack in two days, not once face to face since they f****d, or he enjoyed the sight of her scarlet behind taking punishment from Oliver’s paddle.
“Jack?”
“Behaving yourself?” he asked, smiling in a charmingly sly way.
A piece of her would have liked
