Olivia

My breath caught in my throat. Part of me, a larger part than I wanted to admit, was tempted to say yes, to let his clever fingers slip beneath my leggings and find out just how wet I already was. But another part of me, the part that still had some sense of self--preservation, knew that would be a mistake. Sex with Alexander wouldn't just be sex; it would be surrendering a kind of power I wasn't ready to give up.

"No," I said firmly, placing my hand over ...