Crystal Landon's toes curled involuntarily from the husky voice and breath that lingered between her collarbones, making her feel uncomfortable all over. Just as she was about to speak, she sensed the man's breath deepen.
"Richard Shaw." She was momentarily caught off guard and gasped.
The man groaned in discomfort, replying hoarsely.
Crystal felt that he was at a critical juncture, suddenly pushed him away, and flipped over to sit on him, feeling his grip so strong it could almost snap her waist. Bearing the tingling sensation, she asked, "Will you still order me around in the future?"
"In bed, you must listen to me; off the bed, I'll listen to you." The man firmly grasped her waist and replied in a low voice.
During an irresistible moment of passion, she whispered seductively in his ear, "Richard, you have to treat me well. If you break my heart, I won't want you anymore."
The man's movements paused and he nodded silently.
