RINA

I pushed myself up from the hardwood floor, my knees shaking so badly from the sheer intensity of what had just happened that it was all I could do not to trip over my own feet.

The pleasant ache between my thighs was already kicking in, making my movements slow and dragged. Easton stood right in front of me, his chest heaving as his dark eyes tracked my clumsy ascent, his hands resting heavily on the thing in front of him.

"Strip," he grunted out, a single, flat command that cut through the thick silence of the living room.

My face burned instantly, a rush of crimson flooding my...