Ivonne’s POV

"I am," he uttered in a straight tone, his voice sounding familiar yet strange.

My lips stretched wider as a sense of gratitude washed over me. Now all I needed was to please him in the best way I could.

Slowly, I put one leg in front of the other, trying to be as seductive I could as I covered the little distance between us. Reaching him, I placed my palm on his chest, feeling the hardness and warmness of him.

I lifted my gaze from the brown and black patterned crisp shirt ...