Chapter 60

• He looks down, opening up the leather cover. His eyes grow dark and wild. I’ve got no idea what he’s seeing. All I know is, I’m either fully naked or in lingerie in those photos. I try to peek, but he won’t let me. It’s killing me not to look as he slowly flips each page. I wonder if he’s seen the one of me hooking my pearl thong into my sexy stilettos.
• The book drops to the floor, and the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back on his bed, clothes being ripped off left and right. There’s no time to think, no time to feel insecure. There’s barely time to breathe as he kisses me with greed, the hot length of him rubbing between my legs. Then he stops and sits back on his heels, staring down at me, with a look that says what’s to come isn’t just about him or some primal need he has, but about me, him, us.
• And it’s going to take more than five minutes. From the way he’s looking at me, we might be late for work tomorrow.