Chapter Twelve

We travel the endless corridors. Though this time, the journey’s a bit longer, because we have to cross the open mezzanine with the gorgeous Christmas tree stretching up toward us and enter the opposite wing. It’s a bit of a maze as we traverse deeper into the sprawling mansion, the twists and turns taking me by surprise. But, hell… This entire evening is blowing my mind.

Especially as Jameson strides casually beside me, mindful of my tall heels on the marbled flooring. Despite not rushing me for fear I’ll accidentally slip, his cadence is notably purposeful. And his hand holds mine quite firmly. Possessively. Almost commandingly, as though I’m shackled to him, rather than to a bedpost.

All of this makes my stomach flutter. And sends a wave of heat rolling through my core.

The sparks against my clit are deliciously tortuous. My pulse is pounding in my veins again and my inner thighs are on fire.

The sensible part of my brain warns me I shouldn’t be this amped, this supercharged—certai