The Wealth God of Y town, Damien Croft, was taken hostage by a brazen woman. At their first meeting, she threatened him and threw herself at him. He ground his teeth and said, "Woman, we'll meet again."
The second time she pounced on him again—she on top, him beneath. Damien Croft made up his mind to turn the tables. "Woman, you're playing with fire."
But Vivienne Ashford was as cunning as a fox. She smiled lightly, striking first while gaining the upper hand, touching and teasing as she went. "Mr. Croft, this is what you call playing with fire."
[Sweet pampering, mutual purity, dual dominance, face-slapping villains, satisfying read—sickeningly sweet protection]
