“You’re even prettier on your knees,” Zane said from above me, his lips curling into a smirk. The most I could do was glare up at him through my lashes, the ball gag in my mouth muting any insults I wanted to throw at him. Drool had started to drip down onto my chest, covering
The Fundraiser
“Which color? Black or nude?”Normally, that’s a no-win question for a guy. She usually knows what she wants to wear. You either guess right, and confirm her good taste or you guess wrong and face a series of questions like, “What’s wrong with this one? Does it make me look fat?”But when she Teri asks