Elena’s Point Of View

I glared at him, trying to look outraged, but I was still flushed. Still wet. “Don’t even think…” I started, but the words died when I saw his fingers slide to his belt buckle.

Click. The metallic snap echoed in the silence. My stomach dropped. My eyes widened. “What… what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice embarrassingly thin. His smirk deepened as he tugged the leather strap free. “Collecting my reward.”

And then… he freed himself.

My lips ...