Must Love Hellhounds

His large hand cupped her cheek. He kissed her again, then nodded. And she felt his disappointment when he let her go.

She walked past him, into the bathroom, and closed the door. A wall panel, when she slid it aside, revealed the one mirror in the house. He would see her there. She would lean back against the door, and he would lift her, and watch her face as she welcomed him in.

And it would be hard the first time, and rough, because she cared so much she knew that she’d be a little careless.

But it wouldn’t be her employer’s bed. She cracked the door open again and called out softly, “Mr. Blake?”

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