Chapter 8 Chapter 8

“Make… make me…”

“Make you come.”

“I’m not getting naked again—”

“I’m not asking you to. I told you I would take good care of you. First, I want you to come back into the gallery with me.”

“The gallery?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

His finger stroked once down my neck, and he turned to me with an irri...