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I hoped she wouldn’t continue to question every little thing. Detailed descriptions of what I wanted to do to her were killing me. As it was, I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and embed myself in her satin heat. Right here, right now. On the couch in my office.

Patience. Get through the list first. Gain her acceptance.

In the end, she highlighted suspension in green, and I breathed a small sigh of relief when she moved on to the next thing.

“Hogtie?” she mused out loud, but thankfully I didn’t have to give her an explanation that would torture my groin further. Her scarlet cheeks told me she knew the answer almost as soon as she voiced the question.

“I’m going to ask you not to go through and highlight the list of enhancements. Over time, I will get to know your body better than you do, and I’ll know how far you can be pushed. Will you just let me use my judgment on those?” I asked her.

“I don’t see why not. There isn’t anything too crazy on here,” she said, scanning the rest of the list.

“See? This stuff isn’t as bad as you originally thought, is it?”

She almost nodded in agreement, but then her eyes rested on something that had her head shaking.

“Wait, hang on. I don’t know about anal bea⁠—”

“Do you trust me?” I asked again, cutting her off.

Trust.

There was that word again, one I had thrown out a countless number of times. I could tell she was thinking the same, as her eyes were looking searchingly into mine. I wanted her to open up to me, but I understood her hesitation. My world was unknown to her, and she was bound to make countless mistakes on the unfamiliar path. She needed to trust me to guide her way.

“I trust you,” she finally said.

“Good. Then we are finished with this,” I said with an air of finality. I leaned forward and took her chin in my hand. “All of this talking about bondage has made my cock rock hard, and we need to decide how we are going to rectify that situation.”

Krystina

My skin prickled in anticipation as he moved his hand up to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. I shifted my eyes to Alexander’s big mahogany desk before looking back to meet his sapphire blues. They were filled with heat and desperate need. I could tell he wanted me. My nipples hardened instantly, longing to be touched.

At the office? Seriously, get yourself in check, Cole. That’s so unprofessional.

We could never do it here.

“Surely, you don’t mean to do it right now?” I questioned, horrorstruck and thrilled over the idea all at once.

He didn’t answer me but leaned in closer. I began to pant softly as the pad of his thumb traced the outline of my lips.

“I love the heart shape of your upper lip and the way your lower lip is fuller than the top. It’s pouty, always teasing me, taunting me to kiss you. I’ll be kissing these lips quite often, Krystina.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. He smelled so good, a natural aphrodisiac provoking my wild desire for him. I exhaled slowly and licked my dry lips.

“Is that a promise, Stone?” I breathed.

He groaned, cupped the back of my head, and sealed his lips over mine. His kiss was firm and demanding, yet perfect as always, with just the right amount of pressure. He tilted his head from one side to the next, deepening the kiss with his tongue. His strength of purpose provoked a tightening hunger in my core.

I reached my hands up to run them greedily through his silky waves, pulling his powerful frame closer to me, causing my passion to build to a fanatical need for more. I distantly realized we were no longer in a sitting position but had become horizontal on the loveseat. Alexander’s body pressed down onto mine. Instinct had me scissor one leg around his waist. I arched my hips up against him, appreciating the feel of his manhood through our clothing. I kissed him back with a fierce urgency, wanting him desperately without any regard for our surroundings.

But then I remembered Laura was just down the hall, her severe scowl popping uninvited into my brain.

“Alex, wait! We can’t,” I started, pushing against his chest. “What if Laura comes in?”

“Hmmm…she won’t. She knows better,” he said, moving his mouth down to nip at my neck.

“What is that supposed to mean? Do you do this sort of thing often?” I asked accusingly, wiggling my way out from under him and standing.

He looked up at me through glazed eyes, hair sticking up all over, and his clothes disheveled. His tie had loosened at the neck, and his shirt had pulled free from the waistband of his pants. I couldn’t be sure if it were him or me who ran amuck on his attire.