Allyson's POV
Michael swept me up from the ground, hoisting me over his broad shoulder like I was weightless. My legs swayed helplessly behind him while my hands pushed against his muscular back in futile resistance.
"Michael! Put me down!" I breathed out, my legs moving in weak protest.
"Just giving you exactly what you asked for," he said with a low rumble.
Without any warning, his hand came down hard on my backside.
The sharp sensation blazed across my skin where his palm made contact.
"Oh," I breathed, the unexpected fire radiating through the delicate material of my dress, awakening something much deeper than simple discomfort.
He moved across the room with ease before settling me across his thighs, my form stretched over his powerful legs.
My cheek was buried in the plush covers, my limbs dangling helplessly - utterly vulnerable to his desires.
