“I’ll buy you a ring later,” I rasp in a low tone, surveying the beautiful brunette, “but right now, I want you to wear my collar.”
Her eyes shimmer with tears. “Yes,” she breathes again, leaning in for another kiss. “I wear this collar with pleasure. I belong to you, Bo.”
And one more time, I press a ravenous yet heartfelt kiss to Haley’s plush pout. After all, love is beautiful but also unpredictable, and I never anticipated meeting my wife when I put in a request for a maid with the employment agency. But the big bad boss was ultimately tamed by the curvy girl and now, with my collar around her slim throat, Haley McKnight belongs to me.
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THE END