Mike let out a short, dark laugh. He leaned down, his face entering the frame next to hers, his presence dominating the shot.
"Show them?" he scoffed, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Why would I share a masterpiece like this?"
"This isn't for the world, Madison. This is a treasure. This is for me."
"A private collection belonging to the most powerful woman in the city has been reduced to a shivering, needy mess simply because a man told her to."
He looked directly into the camera lens, a smirk of pure, unadulterated triumph on his face.
"You're an actress, Madison," he whispered, his hand finally making contact with her inner thigh, his skin hot against hers.
"Ah!" she cried out, her hips arching toward his touch. "And you're playing the best role of your life."
"A woman who belongs entirely to the man who holds her secrets."
He looked back at her, his eyes burning. "Now, lie back."
"Let's see how much more of this 'honesty' you can handle."
