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“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“I am.” Maggie wondered if he heard the tremor of uncertainty in her voice.
He nodded.
She waited for him to protest or something.
Instead, he stood. “As you wish.” With a crisp nod, he exited the room, leaving the door open.
Slack-jawed, she stared at the empty threshold. What the hell had just happened? She felt as if the earth had been knocked off its axis. Was it possible she’d won two battles in a row against David Tomlinson?
She tapped her fingers on the desktop. No. It wasn’t likely.
Which had to mean he was changing his strategy. If full-on didn’t work, he’d try something else.
The day passed in a blur of activity, including a staff meeting that David didn’t attend. In fact, he’d left for lunch around eleven and never returned. To her knowledge, he’d told no one where he was going or when he’d be back. All afternoon, she’d looked over her shoulder, expecting to see him. She’d told herself she wasn’t hoping to see him, but a small, constant voice whispered that she was lying.
Feeling somewhat ridiculous, she stayed late on the off chance he might return.
At twenty minutes after five, she determined he wasn’t coming back. Even if he did, would it be a good idea to be alone with him? Neediness was crawling through her. Avoiding him was the most sensible course of action.
While she didn’t necessarily want to live a twenty-four-seven BDSM lifestyle, she loved everything about the power exchange—giving up control, being subject to a strong Dom’s will.
Being with David had given her satisfaction. Resisting him when he was near would be all but impossible. So, she told herself, it was better for her that he hadn’t been in the office.
She powered down her computer, turned off her office light then went home.
* * * *
After eating a salad, she poured a glass of wine and went outside to sit on the deck. As she watched, the sky started to turn orange. Shadows hovered over the Rockies, making them look darker and moodier than they had earlier.
Maggie sipped her wine and wondered where David would have taken her if she’d accepted the invitation to join him for a drink. His house? A nice restaurant? Or the new speakeasy that had recently opened to rave reviews on Larimer Street, just a block over from World Wide Now’s building? And where would the evening have ended?
Her place? His?
Now that she’d stopped moving, unwelcome thoughts caught up to her.
She admired his ambition in wanting to acquire a competitive business. But she wasn’t sure she relished the idea of spending even more time with him. The more time they spent together, the more she’d be tempted to scene with him. It was better for her not to be alone with him in the first place.
The wine hadn’t taken off the edge—in fact it seemed to exacerbate her internal angst.
She headed back inside to take a shower then set the tap to scalding, as if it would help exorcise the tension she was feeling.
While she stood there, the memories she’d been shoving away caught her and held her enthralled. The harder she tried to fight them, the deeper their grip became.
She closed her eyes and saw herself tied to the table, spread for him as he explored her body. Resolve crumbled. She remembered the feel of his fingers as he toyed with her clit then entered her body.
Maggie reached for the showerhead and detached it from its hook.
After adjusting the setting from spray to pulse, she directed the water over her body, letting it pummel her nipples before going lower. She spread her legs and parted her labia.
She imagined he was there with her, touching her, making her squirm.
His rich voice seemed to resonate in her ears, and she could hear him urging her to hold on, to wait, to surrender.
She moved her hips, seeking more sensation on her swollen clit. She was ready to come, wanted the orgasm.
Imagining him urging her on, she screamed and climaxed, dropping the showerhead and grabbing onto a bar for support.
It took a full minute for her to regain control. She forced herself to uncurl her clenched fingers and finish her shower.
Damn, he’d got into her head.
Generally when she had fantasies, the Dom was nameless and faceless. But this time, it had been so much more real, as if he’d been there with her.
