I got out of the hot shower, and my damp body was still wrapped in a towel when Zach commanded, “Come to me, Abigail.” That stimulating, stern voice was coming from above me.
My stomach did flips just as I stopped at the entrance of the walk-in closet. That domineering voice had me hypnotized. It was sexy, guiding, welcomed, and turned me on greatly. I started panting, my body tingling and warming. That overassertive tone in which he used spoke volumes of what Zach had planned. I ...
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