Chapter 1346

• POSSESIVE TENSE
• We’re going to try something new,” I said, keeping my tone conversational as if I were discussing a recipe I’d seen in a magazine, as if I weren’t standing behind Connor and fastening cuffs around his wrists.
• His fingers flexed, as if he wanted to fist his hands, but he knew better than to do that. His knuckles brushed the curve of his high, tight ass, and I paused for a moment to enjoy the sight of the rich green leather against his pale skin and, below, the fading red stripes he’d received from the crop not long ago.