LEANDER'S POV

After driving me crazy the night before, running her tiny fingertips all over my body and visually inspecting me, my little mouse had chosen to go the leash route. I expected that was going to be her answer, but had patiently waited for her to decide, enjoying watching her squirm. She hadn't been happy about it, but she hadn't fought me this time. Progress.

When I'd emerged from the shower, I found her out like a light. I removed the leash and slid into the bed next to her. She ...