Page 93 of His Twisted Game

We still had to pack. It wasn’t our honeymoon—we had already taken a trip to Hawaii for that—but this was the only way we could explain our trip to my parents since they still thought Sawyer worked on a ranch. In reality, Sawyer was negotiating with a client in the Caribbean and thought I needed a break. He could have left Wilder to do the job, but he wanted to treat me. And, let’s be honest, he liked controlling the business deals.

I held his hand, then put one of the new full-timers on the front desk, then followed Sawyer to my office. We made sure the blinds were shut. Then my skin instantly flushed, sensing his eyes on me.

“Now,” he said, “where were we? You were going to ask me something.”

I sat on his lap, spreading my legs to straddle him. He moaned as he realized I still wasn’t wearing any panties. It was always a delight to him, even if it was our usual habit. Like he relished knowing how strongly I wanted to obey him.

“Please, Sawyer,” I said, grinding into him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and he kissed me.

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