Who Cared

Theresa POV

The moment I climbed onto his lap again, Marcus gasped. I could feel his heart racing, but he didn’t let me go. He held me firmly, possessively, his arms like iron bands around me.

“Don’t move, Theresa,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “Because then I wouldn’t be able to handle myself.”

But I was on a different path tonight. I twirled in his lap and swayed my hips side to side.