[ZEKE]
I grab her and drag her into my lap. Like I own her—and I f*****g do.
She gasps, her hands fisting the lapels of my suit.
My hands find her waist first. Then glide up her sides slowly, until I’m cupping the very thing she dared to name.
“You want to be reminded who these belong to?” I growl, voice hot against her throat.
She sucks in a breath, but doesn’t flinch.
I grip both her wrists and pull them behind her back, locking them in place with one hand. “Don’t move them,” I order. “You do, I stop.”
She whimpers. f**k, that sound. That sound will wreck me.
My thumbs circle, tease, then pinch—just enough to hear her gasp again, to watch her shudder in my lap. Her back arches toward me like she needs it. Like her body’s begging even if her mouth won’t.
“I could make you come
