![]() “Uh, Mistress, that’s all me, not a toy.” Mark’s deep voice still held a hint of amusement though it was sounding rather strained now. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t have been able to handle what Mark was packing. It was a damn good thing rule number two was “never have sex with the client”. In fact, she could barely believe what she was feeling was real. But Mark more than measured up to any other guy in her experience. Oh my God, is he for real? She hadn’t been with very many men-okay, two. She let her hands slide lower, past the waistband of his pants to the bulging crotch. But she couldn’t stop searching him now or he’d be the winner of this little confrontation. She still felt a definite lack of control in this situation and it made her nervous, shattering the fragile self-confidence she’d managed to build. “I’ll ask the questions,” Chloe snapped, deciding abruptly that it was time to move on. “Are you enjoying yourself, Mistress?” His smart-ass tone threw her, breaking her concentration on his muscled chest. Whatever it was, he certainly kept himself in shape. She wondered what line of work Mark was in. ![]() His spicy, dangerous scent filled her head as she spread the shirt to find a smooth, muscular chest leading down to powerfully sculpted abs. From his low, masculine groan that her action had elicited, she assumed Mark didn’t mind either. “Since his back was to her front Chloe had to practically plaster herself against his wide back in order to unbutton his crisp dress shirt, but somehow she didn’t mind. ![]()
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