Imagine that over your br**sts," Christian murmurs lasciviously.
Oh! I flush and snatch my hand back. My breathing and heart rate increase. Holy cow.
"There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, Anastasia," he says softly as he leans down and puts the device back in the drawer.
"Clothespins?" I whisper.
"You can do a great deal with a clothespins." His gray eyes burn.