She could feel her chest tighten as she felt her eyes on her body. She took a deep breath as he came to stand, his eyes lingering on her, inspecting every detail. The woman could feel him standing behind her, still staying completely silent. Her mind was running wild. She couldn't tell what he might be thinking. She felt as though his eyes were burning into her as he came to a stop behind her. She felt a shiver run down her spine at his presence.<br/><br/>Chantel's breath hitched as his fingertips came in contact with her curved hips. She let out a sharp breath and gently closed her eyes as his hands began to travel across her body. She felt the heat that radiated from him as he pressed his body against hers. But she smiled lightly as he did so, his member pressing into her as well. She'd already had an effect on him, and he had made it very clear. Chantel ever so gently shifted her hips, slightly grinding against him. As his hand came to settle on her stomach, she let her head lean to the side, his breath dancing on the exposed skin. She could imagine his hands on her bare body, tracing the curves, feeling all of her. And the thought of him inside of her drove her crazy.  She could feel a heat growing in her stomach already, the desire pitting. But his voice snapped her out of it and made her shiver once more as he began to speak.<br/><br/>She nodded as she spoke. "Yes sir." She said in reply to his question. Her voice was quiet and soft. He was still pressed into her and the feeling of his body began to warm her core even further. She could still feel her nerves however. The slight stern tone to his voice set her stomach free falling once more. This was it she belonged to him now. Chantel Beckett was now the property of Jason McCullen. The took a deep breath and brought her gaze to meet his eyes.