I just sumbitted another manuscript. I really hate the waiting.
Here is a little bit more of ASK FOR IT.
“My Lord, please. I require no special privileges,” Sahara insisted and stopped walking, tugging on her wrist in his hold.
Tor turned to face her. He didn’t let go. “Special privileges are yours and you will attempt to receive them graciously. My brother’s widow will have every privilege I can bestow on her. What do you think my example tells the general population about how to care for the widows and orphans in their families? Eternal Bells, woman. Do I have to explain this to you in public?”
“Ah, I didn’t think of that,” Sahara mumbled a guilty glance at the crowded room and stopped resisting.
“No, you didn’t. Your only thought was being difficult,” Tor rumbled in suppressed irritation. The only reason she bought his flimsy excuse was because she was an out-worlder. A beautiful, fascinating smooth skin who shattered his composure just that easily, by appearing. Looking at her was all it took. His balls tightened, his cock threatened to swell and he was left feeling like a rutting fool with no control.