She slumped miserably against the desk and he was forced to stop.
“Pull yourself back upright, young lady!” he crisply ordered.
She struggled with the command, but was then rewarded for her efforts with the palm of his large hand covering one ass cheek. He gently squeezed. It was all she could do not to wriggle against the sweetness of that tender caress. He held her at the ass and the shoulder as if he were laying claim to her body and soul, a declaration more lucid than any contract she would ever sign.
“If ever there was a woman who needed a firm hand to guide them, it is you, Meredith.”
Oh, dear! She never remembered him calling her anything but Miss Shaw.
“And you have much to atone for.”
He backed away leaving the imprint of his virile energy crawling through her aroused body.
