Chapter 103 Elizabeth

• “All day, you’d be lying there, waiting for me to come home.” His hips are speeding up—he’s turning himself on. “And at night I’d do whatever I wanted to you, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
• Ohhh… this guy knows exactly what I need. I can feel him holding back, and the thought of the generous, loving Huxley waiting for me makes me want to weep.
• “Oh God,” I whisper, as the first ripples spread through me.