Tim stepped into the room and hung his jacket up on a hook on the back of the door and slowly walked towards the foot of the bed, a stern but otherwise unreadable look on his face.

My legs were quivering enough to make my knees knock together and I was painfully aware of the way my arm pressed the bra against my still-hard nipples.

He never took his eyes off me as he walked. That made me blush all the harder because, despite the embarrassment, despite the shock, just having his complete attention kept me on the edge of orgasm.

I was walking a fine line between being appropriately...