On Your Knees

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“Annabelle.”

It was a one-word command that lifted her from concentration on her work.

He was behind her, his hands around her neck, fingers pressing into her collarbone, before she had a chance to respond.

“You need to put it away. It’s time.”

“But, I have just one more email…” the hint of a whine, which she immediately regretted.