Resist Me. Book 3. Chapter 1

“What you’re telling me,” Cheyanne said slowly, looking up to her sexy dom, as the water from the shower ran hot over their bodies, “Is that our entire sex session was caught on camera? And the file is sitting in Mr. Dunn’s computer right now? Just waiting for him to come back and pull the information before we do?” The thought of the sweet old man seeing her getting fucked in his desk chair made her feel like throwing up.

Brett reached around her and turned off the shower water.

“I have a key. We’re going in right now to delete those videos.”

Cheyanne didn’t respond, simply stepped out of the shower onto the lush rug in Brett’s huge, luxurious bathroom and began drying herself with a towel. Within minutes, they were both dressed, her hair still soaking wet and tied into a hasty bun. She shivered when the night air hit them as they rushed to his sleek, luxury car. As always, she appreciated the high-quality leather as she sat in the comfortable passenger seat. Bret