Bianca

My heart was pounding.

I swallowed, noting the deep blue eyes on my throat, fixed on the pulse that was fluttering wildly as I said, in a whisper,

‘Ta..Taste…Taste me?”

And then, as I heard the low growl of St Just as he rose to his feet and came to stand behind me, I asked, trembling,

‘Wh…what do you mean? Ummm…Sir?”

Laim O’Grady raised a mocking black brow.

He looked supremely in charge, like the Devil, I thought in fright. I took a step back and felt myself come up against Finn St Just’s soft, rich dinner jacket. His hands landed on my upper arms which were bare and...