Intoxicating Touch

Vivienne's POV

I felt the firm pressure of Don’s hands kneading into my shoulders, and for a moment, I almost lost myself. His touch was skilled, deliberate, and despite every voice in my head telling me to stop him, my body betrayed me. A low moan slipped past my lips before I could catch it, and I immediately cursed myself for the weakness.

"Don," I managed to say, my voice uneven, barely a prot