Chapter 39

There was no doubt that Derrick's hand was not where it had been before I went to sleep.

His long fingers stretched across my ass like they were right where they should be, the warmth of his palm buried beneath my dress and seeping through the thin material of my pants.

This was exactly what he had wanted from the first time he had met me; this was how he had imagined me to be: the ideal small partner nestled into the warmth of his body, the ideal small partner who seamlessly blended into his life, the ideal small partner who would drift off to sleep and wake...