Lucas

I hold Moira in my arms longer than I should, watching her sleep, her long eyelashes fluttering as her swollen pink lips mumble incoherent approvals—yes, Sir...please—and morph into a smile before going slack, her warm, soft curves curled next to my bare chest.

This wasn’t my plan, not when I returned to Lace and Leather or ever. It’s too early to think about a future with this amazing woman in my grasp, and yet that’s what I’m doing. ...