“I… I can explain…” I stammer.
My lips are quivering. My eyes are pinned on Mr. Alistair’s stern face and I can’t tell why I’m so scared of losing him than I have ever been all my life.
Maybe shame. Or addiction.
“Relax, doll.” He walks past James who remains on his knees. “Daddy perfectly understands.”
He claims my waist and pulls me into his arms. His hand gently caresses the small of my back. I'm still in shock at his reaction. Then he steals a kiss, pecking his lips to my parted ones.
“Take all the time you need to heal. Okay?” He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.
All this while, he doesn't pay attention to James. He trails wet kisses all over my bare skin, sniffing me keenly like I'm a garden of roses.
I shut my eyes, feeling his thrill travel through my body. Ever
