The muscles of Grace’s throat worked.
She struggled with some emotion—possibly a memory. “You may still leave, Grace. But if you walk out my bedroom door, I cannot permit you to stay at such an event without me.”
“I came to this event with friends, Winston, and I shall leave with them. Not when you tell me to.”
Winston slowly stood to his full height, his throat constricting about his words. “No, Grace.” His fingers slid into her auburn locks and clenched. He bent her head backward and forced her gaze to meet his eyes. “I want to instruct you, Grace. To teach you how to please me. Is that something you wish?”
Desire swirled in the depths of jade and she bit her lip.
“If you don’t want me, Grace, I cannot permit you to stay. I want you in my bed, Grace. I will move the earth to keep you safe. I cannot watch you with another.”
A tremble racked Grace and she shook against his body. Deep in his chest, he held in a moan. She wanted him, but still she fought that urge.
“The water may be hot, Grace, but not too deep. I will keep you safe, step in.”
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