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“He hired me,” I tell him, but from the look on his face, he’s already aware of that fact. “He turned out to be the bad guy.”
“I know. He was inside your apartment nineteen seconds after you left. The thought of—” His eyes dart over my shoulder, and I watch his jaw clench.
I press my palm to his face, an attempt to bring him back to me. “I’m fine. I got away, but I can’t go back.”
Emotion makes my voice crack, and I have to pull my eyes and hands from him.
“I can keep you safe.” I frown, wondering if this is the wrong time to remind him that his work is done from a computer screen. “We, Blackbridge can keep you safe. It’s what the guys do.”
“He was going to kill me,” I whisper, my eyes dropping to the spot where my hands are touching his chest.
“He was,” he agrees without hesitation. “But he won’t get another chance.”
“I can’t—”
“You will,” he says, using the same voice he used earlier to command my mouth to open for his cock, only this time I’m close to using my safeword. This isn’t an instance where I want to be ordered to obey.
“Wren—”
“You will come home. You will be safe. You will let me handle this situation. You will stay with me in the interim while we figure things out. You will be mine, Whitney,” he growls. “I won’t let any-fucking-thing get in the way of that.”
“We don’t even know each other that well,” I argue, focusing on the part about staying with him. Many of my fears circulated around being back in my apartment after the near violation there.
“We have time to figure everything out, to learn every single thing there is to know about each other, but I can’t keep you safe in Des Moines, and I’m not leaving without you.”
“Everything?” I ask, my eyes growing heavy with the surety in his voice.
What makes a man in control so damn sexy to me?
He reads the room like an expert, his fingers trail down my side to tease the flesh just below the hem of his shirt.
“I already know how to make you come on my finger and on my tongue.”
“How about your cock? Do you know how to do that?” I want him inside of me like I want my next breath, but he’s resistant to the idea.
It doesn’t stop his nose from flaring and his eyes darting to my heaving chest, so I know it isn’t going to be a huge problem to get him there. My seduction skills however aren’t very honed. Okay, so maybe they’re nonexistent, hence my need to be controlled.
“You don’t have any damn clue how enticing you are, do you?”
“Am I?” I tease, my nerves thickening my throat and making it hard to swallow.
“Extremely so.” His wandering hand grips the meat of my ass as he drags me against his chest. “Nearly tempting enough to get me inside of you.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” I whimper when his hips flex and I feel the erect length of him against my belly.
With palms pressed against his chest, I look down at him.
His mouth is parted, eyes half-lidded, fingers digging into me in that perfect way that borders on pleasure and pain. My discarded panties are somewhere on the floor, but I don’t think the thin fabric would be enough to catch the flood threatening with the way his eyes are focused on my mouth.
“I want you,” I confess.
“I want you, too.”
A slow smile spreads across my face, but I don’t want to show all of my cards so I dig my teeth into my bottom lip.
“This mouth,” he whispers, his free hand reaching up to pull my lip free. “I’ve never felt something so perfect around me before.”
I almost roll my eyes because my dick-sucking skills are less than desirable. Just ask that asshole in college. But the look in his eyes tells me he isn’t lying. If anything, he’s imagining it there again.
“I loved the way you tasted,” I tell him with a nip to his fingertip when he dips it inside of my mouth. “The way you weren’t afraid to taste yourself on my tongue.”
He groans, his own tongue sneaking out like he’s missing the combination of his salty and my sweetness, something he said was the perfect elixir when he kissed me after making me come on his mouth… twice.
“Did you take lessons in seduction?”
A snorted laugh rushes past my lips before I can stop it, and I have to bury my head in the light dusting of hair between his pecs in embarrassment.
“You’re kidding right?” I ask against his skin.
“I just have to see the color purple now, and I’m hard.”
“Bullshit,” I argue. “You have more control than anyone I’ve ever met.”
