The loud rasp of leather yanked through Carsons belt loops sent her attention to his torso.What are you doing? Londons panicked gaze shot to his face.I dont have a collar on me.I am wholly disinterested in being collared.One weekend, London. He grasped one of her hips with his free hand. If youre disappointed at any time, you can walk. Ill never speak of it again. Our work together will go unaffected. No oneand I mean no onebut us will know.Would you put that in writing? Her eyes filled with mischief.Priceless. London lured him toward a lightning storm. He could play. Hell, nothing appealed in the moment more than a weekend playing with London. Yes, this is what he wanted. Now he needed to know if she was willing.Ill do one better. He snaked the belt around her waist until the leather rested against her hips.Im not a notch on a belt.You could never be a notch, London Chantelle. Youre the whole belt, sugar.Her face softened, and the playfulness in her eyes died. He recognized the deliberation behind them, the wonder if shed be safe, here and at work. London neednt have worried. She might get scared, but mutual satisfaction was the only way his brand of sexual fulfillment worked.Say yes or no. He pressed his torso to her corseted body, the last space between her body and his obliterated. But say yes.What will happen if I say yes?What you want. What youve probably always wanted.Her eyes misted with a surprising vulnerability. Yes.
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