Chapter 32: SEX THERAPY II

MARILYN’S POV

I try to get up, but he pins me to the chair with his solid arms. Jeez. I am no match for his strength.

“Let me go,” I say, but he chuckles.

“I’m not going to sit back and watch something as beautiful as you just walk out of my office like that. Not without tasting you,” he says, and I glare at him.

“Bastard,” I say to his face, and he chuckles.

“Damn, you are so interesting.” I struggle to move away from him, but he turns me ...