Savannah's POV
Everyone knows about the Black Widow Spider. She devours her mate after satisfaction, yet that comparison felt wrong for my current situation.
I resembled more closely her relative, the RedBack Spider. The distinction between them was subtle, but the man before me suited the latter description perfectly.
He lay there practically surrendering himself, back arched and vulnerable, desperate for me to sink my fangs into his flesh.
"Such unprofessional behavior. Shouldn't you be guiding this session?"
My criticism held no real bite as I positioned myself above him. The fabric of my shorts bunched higher, exposing my inner thighs to the heat radiating from his torso. Electric currents raced along my spine from that simple contact.
His grip tightened on my legs, fingernails pressing crescents into my skin while tremors coursed through his frame. Anxiety perhaps. Or exceptional acting skills.
