“Tell me what’s wrong, Lisa,” he said, his voice rough with his own arousal at having all her lush curves close to his body.

She sighed heavily. “Nothing.”

“Wrong answer, sweetheart.”

She stiffened in his lap, the softness gone and she struggled to get away, but he held her firm.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice stern and uncompromising.

She struggled a moment more before realizing that she couldn’t get away, that he wouldn’t let her go and ...