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Gritting her teeth at the thought of Cranston dragging his feet on her resignation, she swiped her key card through the security pad and waited for the light to flicker to green before pushing the door open and stepping through.
She allowed the door to close slowly behind her. She shrugged her jacket from her shoulders, unclipped the holstered weapon she carried just behind her hip and smoothed her free hand down the side of her skirt. She wished she had worn jeans.
She dropped the jacket and weapon on the table, just inside the small suite, then turned and moved for the bedroom. The door was open, and when she stepped inside, she felt her heart catch in her throat.
Natches.
She swallowed tightly as she caught sight of him, sprawled out in the easy chair by the window, long jean-clad legs stretched out before him as his hand lifted.
She felt the flush that suffused her features as she saw the heavy, latex vibrator in his hand. The molded penis was her toy of choice, especially when visions of this man drove her crazy with need.
She hadn’t managed to get over him, no matter how hard she tried.
Swallowing tightly she watched as he tilted the erotic toy toward his face and inhaled slowly.
She swore her knees nearly went out from beneath her, and arousal, sharp and hot, shot through her core.
“You amaze me,” he said then, reaching out to lay the toy on her pillow. That wasn’t where he had gotten it from. “You bring a toy to do a man’s job, knowing the man is more than willing to provide the service. Where does that make sense, Chay?”
She braced one hand on her hip, the other on the doorframe and stared back at him, forcing her features to bland interest even though she knew she wa
s eating him with her eyes.
“Considering the fact that the man offering comes with strings, I decided it was the safer option. ”
He would always demand more from a woman than was comfortable. More than Chaya had been able to consider in the past years.
He chuckled at that, his forest green eyes roving over her, taking in the skirt, the silk shell she had worn beneath her blazer, and the pumps on her feet.
Maybe she should have worn stockings rather than panty hose? She had a feeling he knew exactly what she had on beneath her skirt.
“Everything in life comes with strings, darlin’. ” He shrugged and looked entirely too comfortable in that chair.
Shaking her head, Chaya stalked across the room, not thinking—she never thought when it came to Natches—to jerk the incriminating dildo from her pillow.
“Oh, you didn’t do that. ” He laughed. It was the only warning she had before he was behind her, one arm going around her waist, the other catching her wrist and the toy as he rolled her to her back.
Her little screech didn’t even slow him down. His legs trapped hers as he came over her, and he ignored her hands as she pushed at his hard stomach.
She could have made him let her go. She knew how. But God, she couldn’t consider it. Besides the fact he would find a way to block her, she had no doubt in her mind that he would come up with a way to make certain she regretted it.
“These games are beneath you, Natches,” she snapped, wishing she didn’t sound so breathless.
“No, the games aren’t, but you are. ” His brows arched, a smile curved his lips and humor flashed with suspicion in his gaze. A gaze turning hot with arousal as she glimpsed the thick wedge at the front of his jeans.
“Let me go, Natches. ”
He lifted the dildo and stared down at her. “How do you use it?”
Her flush became hotter. “Duh. Figure it out. ”
He leaned closer, his lips turning into a wicked smile now. “Do you suck it first? Do you taste yourself on it and remember how much I loved going down on you and tasting all that hot cream?”
That hot cream as he called it was flooding her vagina, saturating her panties. Was there anything more wicked than this man? Anything that tempted her past her pain more than he did?
“You’re insane,” she whispered, weak now. She could feel the weakness flooding her, the need. The need that had forced her to use that toy just that morning.
“When you suck it, do you think of me?”
