On Your Knees

“Annabelle.” It was a one-word command that lifted her from concentration on her work. He was behind her, his hands around her neck, fingers pressing into her collarbone, before she had a chance to respond. “You need to put it away. It’s time.” “But, I have just one more email…” the hint of whine, which…

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