Chapter 107

• Now, as I step out into the balmy late afternoon and glance around, my belly flip-flops as I spot Jack leaning against the back of his gleaming black stretch Bentley at the curb. The sounds of New York fade away I chew the inside of my lip and walk toward him.
• The sensation of walking with the plug inside me feels like I have a naughty secret.
• He stands with his hands in his pockets, surveying me. The sense of ownership he has as he looks at me makes me lightheaded, the gleam of pride and possession in his eyes makes me unsteady. When I stand next to him, his glorious full lips curve into a smile.