Maybe because he no longer owns me and has to seek permission for things he could just take before, he’s applying charm and sexy. Who knows?

‘No. You agreed! You can’t back pedal now. No touching is what it is … NO TOUCHING!’ I fire back at him, crossing my arms over my chest in a bid to get some breathing space between us. I am fully aware my insides have started that slow rise to heat of their own accord because a hunk of muscle and testosterone is practically pressed against me and talking about sex. Traitorous knickers twisting themselves up as little flitters in my nether region tingle...