But I had also come to a decision since last night—a decision he wasn’t going to like right away. Luckily, I was more than willing to use my powers of persuasion to convince him to see things my way.
“I want to help you,” I told him as I dropped kisses along his jawline.
“Mm hmm,” he murmured, his hands busy with the tie of my robe, his fingers already pushing past the fabric to stroke my soft, hot skin.
It took all my concentration to focus on the task at hand.
“The women,” I gasped as his hands cupped my breasts. “I want to help you save them.”
He pulled back and gripped my upper arms, holding my body still.
“No,” he said, his expression serious. “Absolutely not. You can help by keeping your head down. By staying out of all of this.”
“But I want to help,” I protested, sliding my hands down his chest, making for his zipper, knowing that I could convince him if I touched him.
As if he could sense exactly what I was planning, Stefan slid his hands down to my wrists and then pulled them behind me, pinning my arms behind my back. The gesture pushed my breasts forward, a movement I could tell he instantly regretted. And one that I could use to my advantage.
“Please,” I begged, arching my back, tempting him with my nearly bared breasts.
“No,” he said firmly, keeping his eyes on my face.
Fine. If he wasn’t going to look, there were other ways I could tempt him. Wriggling forward, I pressed my pussy against his hard cock. Even through his jeans, he could probably feel how hot and wet I was for him. His jaw tensed and I bit back a wicked smile. He might be holding me, but I still had some control. I rocked against him, using my hips to torment him.
“Think of all the ways I can be an asset to you,” I purred, my lips close to his ear, my body pressed up against his.
He groaned, his eyes closed.
“No,” he said, but he wasn’t fighting me.
“You know I can help.” I licked his earlobe into my mouth. “Between all my newly polished language skills and the fact that I’m a woman myself, I can do things that you can’t do. Learn things you can’t. No one suspects I’m anything other than a trophy wife.”
I could tell he didn’t like the idea, but I could also tell he loved what I was doing to his cock. Not only could I feel him hot and hard against me, but I knew that if he didn’t like it, he could have pushed me off of his lap at any moment. Instead he was straining against me, clearly eager for more.
I kissed his throat, dragging my teeth along his hot skin.
“It’s not just your father who deserves justice,” I told him, my voice husky with emotion. “But mine, too.”
Because in the end, that’s what I really wanted. For the men who had done this—who had tried to destroy and control not just our lives, but the lives of countless other women over the years—to be brought to justice. To pay. I wanted them to be punished for what they had done.
“We can do it,” I told Stefan. “We can do it together.”
Stefan released my arms and captured my mouth in a fierce kiss, his mouth tangling with mine as he pulled me tight against his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood, heading toward the door.
“Say yes,” I begged him, my arms around his neck.
“I’ll think about it,” he promised.
And then he carried me into the bedroom, where he proceeded to make me forget about anything but him and his body and the pleasure he could bring me.
Stefan
Chapter 28
Ihung up the phone after a long call with a designer watch brand rep and tried to remember what I’d spent the last forty minutes talking about. Glancing at my notes, I saw I’d scribbled the words “modern luxury,” “faces—James Bond-type,” “classy/exotic,” and “multi-function timepieces with sophisticated edge.” That was all I had to go on. But at least it was a start. Matching the right KZM models to our clients’ project needs was my specialty.
It hadn’t been easy to come into work on Monday and focus after the weekend I’d had. Not just because of the sex, either. Opening up to Tori had changed everything in my life. She was no longer simply the woman I fantasized about fucking and had married out of necessity. Now that I’d finally come to terms with—and admitted—my love for her, had confided in her, she was my partner. In every way. I had never imagined it could be like this.
But as I sat in my office, taking in the view of Chicago from my floor-to-ceiling windows, I knew I had to confront the reality of our situation. Of what I had agreed to. Because Tori had told me she wanted to help…and I couldn’t deny that I was tempted to take her up on her offer. She was right; she would be a valuable asset.
