When next I stirred, I was unchained, and the blindfold was gone, and the studio was silver washed with starlight. I jumped off George’s lap with a yelp.
“Oh God. Sorry.”
“For what?”
I clutched at the blanket that had been draped over my shoulders. “For totally passing out on you.”
“I take it as a compliment, poppet.”
“I, uh, I feel like an idiot.”
“Well, you shouldn’t.” She drew me in and kissed the corner of my mouth. “You’re terribly sweet and terribly sexy. And I’ve barely scraped the surface of what I want to do to you.”
My c**k liked the sound of that and made its opinion known without consulting the rest of me. “W-what do you have in mind?”
I caught the gleam of her smile through the shadows. “A lady must have her secrets.”
“You’re such a tease.”
“And you’re only just begi
