Page 35 of Handle Me

“Rule number 5,” Anders said, holding up his hand. “When you’re naked, I’m the boss.”

Oh my…

But I couldn’t let him make that rule that easily. “Fine, but I’m calling you Your Highness.”

“You can call me whatever you want as long as you do what I tell you.” His tone brooked no further arguments. “Now spread your legs and give me a taste of your dessert.”

He kept his gaze locked with mine as I did what he asked. Slowly I shifted my weight until I’d settled fully against the wall with my legs spread wide before him. Anders leaned in, bringing his nose close to my aching sex, and took a deep breath. “Smells just as sweet as I imagined.”

It wasn’t a surprise after all our flirtations that he’d fantasized about doing this, but somehow being here on the cusp of letting down my guard made the moment unbelievably hot. He lingered there for a moment, driving me crazy, before he slid both of his arms up to bracket my ass.

When he still didn’t do anything, I finally snapped, “Something wrong, Your Highness?”

He grinned up at me, and then like I’d flipped a switch, he shifted forward and lifted me off my feet. In one smooth motion, he hooked my knees over his shoulders and stood.

“What the—” But before I could finish the sentiment, he buried his face into me.

Anders held me against the wall and began to lick and suck, working his tongue deeper. I forgot my complaint and crossed my legs around his back for support. This was the craziest thing I’d ever done, and as my orgasm built inside me, I started to look forward to whatever insane trick Anders had up his sleeve next. His mouth clamped down on the sensitive point between my legs, and I began to buck against him. My body fought the overwhelming sensation, but he didn’t relent. He simply continued until I cried out. My muscles locked, and he released it only to circle the engorged button with the tip of his tongue. I fell to pieces, but he held me firmly against the wall, urging every last tremble of pleasure from me until I fell forward. I grabbed hold of his head, nearly knocking us over, and he chuckled as he swayed on his feet.

After a minute, he loosened his hold on me, and I slipped down into his arms. Anders carried me to the bed. I popped open one eye and watched as he began to strip off the suit. I’d seen him naked before, but this time I didn’t have to just look. I rolled onto my stomach and reached for his belt buckle.

“You think you can touch that, boss?” he asked, looking down at me with a hunger that took my breath away.

So he wanted to play a game. I didn’t mind if it meant brain-melting orgasms. “Please, Your Highness.”

Anders swore under his breath and then dropped onto the bed, rolling me over and under him. “Good,” he praised me, brushing a kiss over my lips. I tasted myself on him and blushed. “Hey, boss, just so you know, best dessert ever.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ANDERS

“Please, Your Highness.” The words slipped wantonly from her mouth and landed directly in my crotch. There was no hint of the haughty woman who worked so hard to keep me at arm’s length. I should have known that all I had to do was get on my knees to show her exactly who was boss.

Rolling her onto her back, I covered my body with hers. Lola’s legs fanned open ready for my next course.

“Good,” I said softly, leaning down to kiss her. I could still taste her sweet release on my tongue. I’d meant it when I said it was the best dessert I’d ever had.

Her hands slid under my unbuttoned shirt and pushed it over my shoulders. She moaned as she trailed her manicured fingers down my abs. Her hips shifted under me, searching for contact. It didn’t matter that she’d just come. She wanted more.

Lola Bishop wasn’t just naked under me. She had turned into a simpering, desperate creature. If I’d thought she couldn’t get hotter, I was wrong. There weren’t enough hours in the day to fuck her all the ways I imagined. I was willing to try, though. Suddenly, a break from racing didn’t sound so terrible. Her fingers found my belt buckle again, but I reached down and swatted her hand away. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to feel her delicate fingers wrapped around my cock. I wanted her to remember who was in charge.

“You seem to be forgetting rule 5,” I murmured, sitting back on my heels and reaching to unbuckle it myself. Lola bit her lip as I unzipped my trousers and freed my cock. Her eyes widened as I began to stroke it. “I’m the one in control.”

She raised one eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly. Maybe she needed me to explain it better.

“Do you want this?” I asked, continuing to work my length.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then you’ll have to be a very good girl and follow the rules.” I couldn’t help smirking as her mouth fell open. “You were so polite a minute ago. You even said please. What did you want?”

“You.”

“Come here and show me.” I continued to pump myself with my fist.

Lola shifted on the mattress and crawled toward me. She stayed on her hands and knees, looking up at me with wide, pretty eyes. “Please.”

“Good.” I reached over with my free hand and ran the back of it down her face. She shuddered with pleasure, and I grabbed a fist full of her hair. Tipping her face up to look into my eyes, I gave her what she wanted. “Suck my cock, boss.”