“You sent her home?” That surprises me. I’ve never seen Prime pass up the opportunity to get his dick wet before.
I study him, trying to figure out what’s going on. He’s in dark slacks with an expensive and stylish white shirt tucked into them. The front two buttons are undone and the sleeves are rolled up showing off dark ink. A gold Rolex glitters on his wrist. Those honey-brown eyes rake me up and down like he’s trying to make sure I’m actually dressed this time. His grip on his glass tightens, knuckles whitening.
He really hates me, doesn’t he?
“She wasn’t happy about it.” His jaw works. “You interrupted my plans.”
“I didn’t know you’d be back this early. Honestly, Mr. Spadaro, I’m so sorry.”
He flinches like I hit him. “Since when did you call meMr. Spadaro?” His voice is dangerously soft.
I drop my gaze to my feet, lacing my fingers together. “I’m really, really embarrassed right now. Can we please get this over with so I can go home and scream into my pillow?”
“What do you have to be embarrassed about, Deanna?”
I swallow against the lump in my throat and breathe to keep tears from filling my eyes. Prime doesn’t react well to weakness. “Please, I just want to go home.”
“Come here.”
“If I can just get my bag?—“
“Deanna,” he says, using his harsh Big Boss voice. “Come here right now.”
I stiffen, trying not to cry out. I shuffle toward him, not sure what he wants. Is he going to punish me too? Demand that I return the phone he bought me last year? I wouldn’t even blame him.
Maybe he just wants to look me in the face as he tells me off. Prime can be cruel sometimes. He’s never done it to me, but I’ve seen him turn his ruthlessness on others and it’s never pretty. Strong men have broken before him.
I have no chance at all.
“You were on my pool table,” he says, but his voice isn’t the rebuke I expected. Still, a shiver runs down my spine as I nod miserably.
“It was stupid. I’m so sorry.”
“Why?”
Screw it. What the hell? I might as well tell him the truth. At this point I have absolutely nothing to lose but the last speck of my pathetic, tattered dignity.
“I was angry,” I admit, wringing my hands miserably, but I force myself to stand still and straight. “I told you I needed this weekend off and you called me in anyway. So I thought I’d… you know… use myself… on the pool table…” I trail off, feeling childish and foolish.
“But why touch yourself? And why on the pool table?”
It rushes out of me in a torrent before I can cut myself off. Normally I’m reserved. I keep my distance from Prime the bestI can. But now he’s seen me fingering myself and I might as well give him the full, ugly, pathetic truth.
“Because you love that thing, so I wanted to punish you in some stupid petty way, and I was thinking about the morning I caught you with those two girls six weeks back in your hotel room, and I just couldn’t help myself. It was gross and weird and stupid, and I’m so mortified I want to scream and die, so can you please let me get my bag so I can leave? I’ll return the phone, hand over your calendar, make sure I write a handoff document so your next assistant can get up to speed, but please?—“
“Deanna.” This time, he sounds more exasperated than angry, which is the only thing that makes me stop talking. “Let me see your hands.”
I finally lift my head in surprise. “My hands?”
He puts his glass down and gestures. “Please.” There’s no anger in his voice anymore, only a strange resignation. His body is tense and leaning toward me, and I don’t know why I do it. I could turn and walk away. Instead, I let him cradle my right palm between his massive hands, and he lifts my fingers toward his mouth.
It happens slowly. I have time to make him stop, but I don’t. It’s the hand I was using on myself, the fingers I had buried in my pussy. He breathes my smell in deep and slides two between his lips.
It’s shocking and warm, his teeth scraping against my skin gently, his tongue swirling. He groans in pleasure and I know that sound, it’s the same noise he made when he was licking that blond girl’s pussy in the hotel room. He sucks my fingers holdingmy wrist tightly before pulling them out with a gasp, his breath coming fast.
“Prime?” I ask, blinking rapidly, confusion warring with the most erotic pulse I’ve ever felt between my legs. “What are?—“
He grabs me, pulls me tight against him, and slams his mouth to mine.
