“You can call me Grandpa, if that does it for you.”

“In private, though, you may call me Mr. Cavendish”

“I can never go back from this, Bianca. It would break me to let you go. You know that, right?”

“The director cleared her throat just a few shots in. “Um, so, is there anything you can do about that, Mr Cavendish? This is not an X-rated publication…”James, shameless bastard that he was, seemed completely unfazed. “You’ll just need to shoot me waist up. You were the one who wanted my girlfriend in the shot, putting her hands on me. What did you think was going to happen?”

“I love you, too, James, but that doesn’t give you a free pass.” “No, it doesn’t. Being your Dom does that, Love. I’ve compromised far more for you than I’ve ever done for anyone or anything in my life. Controlling you sexually is something I won’t be bending on...”

“We can do this as many times as you want, Mrs. Cavendish.”

“Every inch of you was sent to me from heaven.”