Page 17 of Wild & Wanted

"I love you," I tell her. The words don't feel terrifying. They don't feel like poison. They feel like the first breath of clean air I've taken in forty years. "I love you with every bruised, battered piece of my soul. You are mine, angel. Now and forever."

A radiant, watery smile breaks across her face, illuminating the darkness of the room. She reaches up, framing my bearded jaw with her soft hands.

"I love you, Wolf," she whispers fiercely. "With everything I have. I love you."

I pull her up and capture her mouth, kissing her not with the feral hunger from before, but with a deep, reverent devotion. For the first time in my life, the ghosts of my past are silent, chased away by the fiery, beautiful woman currently holding my heart in her hands.

CHAPTER EIGHT

HADLEY

The hum of the computer monitor in Wolf’s office feels entirely different tonight. My skin still hums with the phantom memory of his hands, his mouth, the way we lost all professional boundaries this morning in his bed. After a much-needed nap, I’m back at the warehouse, but focus is an impossible luxury. Every time I type a string of numbers into the manifest, my mind drifts back to the heavy heat of his body and the way he looked at me like I was his entire world.

Across the room, Wolf is leaning against the filing cabinets, pretending to review physical logbooks. But I catch the way his dark green eyes keep darting up, tracking my every movement with a smoldering, heavy intensity.

A sudden, wicked surge of confidence ripples through me. For once in my life, I don't feel like the timid, overwhelmed girl trying to keep a crumbling family afloat. I feel powerful. Desired. And I want to push his legendary self-control right to the breaking point.

Slowly, deliberately, I reach up and unbutton the top two buttons of my blouse, exposing the soft swell of my cleavage. I lean back in the executive chair, lifting both arms high above my head in an exaggerated, fake yawn, arching my back so he has an unobstructed view.

I don't even have to look at him to know he's staring. I can feel the sudden spike of predatory heat radiating off him from across the room. A shiver of pure thrill dances down my spine.

I stand up, gathering a small stack of papers from the desk, and start walking toward the filing cabinets where he’s standing. As I pass him, I time my steps so my hip brushes against his thigh. At the same time, I let the papers slip from my fingers, scattering them across the concrete floor.

"Oops," I murmur with mock innocence.

I bend down at the waist to collect them, making damn sure I give him a show of my ass, lingering in the stretched posture just long enough to test his restraint.

A low, vibrating growl rumbles deep in Wolf’s chest.

Before I can even blink, heavy footsteps close the distance. Strong, calloused hands wrap firmly around my ass, squeezing possessively before sliding up to grip my hips and hauling me flush against his hard, ready body.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he murmurs, his voice a rough, ragged rasp right against my ear.

I don't rush. I slowly straighten up, turning around in the cage of his arms until I’m pressed against him. I look up through my lashes, flashing him my most slow, deliberate, seductive smile.

"Just doing my job," I reply, my voice dripping with far too much sweet, innocent sugar.

Wolf narrows his eyes, his breathing already turning shallow. "Is your job to utterly destroy my concentration?"

I tilt my head, shaking it slowly from side to side. "No." I slide my hands up his chest, tangling my fingers in the long strands of his hair, and pull him down until my lips brush his ear. "Right now, my job is to get you to take me right here, over this desk."

“Fuck,” he growls, kissing me roughly before tearing his mouth away. He backs up, leaving me slumped against the wall. He locks the door and closes the blinds so we’re in complete privacy in his office. The thought makes my pulse race and my pussy throb.

I watch his powerful frame move closer, the glint in his eyes promising all kinds of filthy things. I can’t wait.

“Do you trust me, Hadley?” Wolf asks, his voice deep and dripping with dark need.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He quirks an eyebrow up, his body so close to mine but not touching. I can feel the heat and arousal rippling off him, the anticipation of what’s to come zipping around us.

“Good girl,” he praises. Wolf peels my shirt off, then grabs something from a shelf to the left. He shows me a soft, worn bandana, tickling my skin with the edge of the fabric. “Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back.”

My stomach twirls and dips at his request, my heart hammering in my chest as I give up control to the only man I’ve ever trusted. I do as he says, gasping when he starts to wrap the bandana around my wrists. The thought of being tied up in my boss's office, or hell, tied up at all, at the mercy of my sexy, muscled biker, should scare me or at the very least, make me ashamed of some of my life choices.

But I’m not scared or ashamed. I’m incredibly turned on. My pussy clenches as Wolf ties the final knot and guides me until I’m standing in front of his desk. He skims his hands over my stomach and breasts as he kisses the back of my neck and nips my shoulders.

“So damn beautiful, Hadley,” he whispers in my ear. “Now bend over for me.”