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Suddenly, he spun me around, and my breasts kissed the glass instead of his warm body. I cried out in response. I was overheated, and the cool surface was a jolt to my system.
I was stretched out, my wrists still pinned above me. His long fingers were gentle, but firm.
“Blake,” I whispered. Mr. Carson was upstairs in the gray glass box of an office. Right now, he was Blake.
Could he feel that too?
He drew in a harsh breath, and I could actually feel his heart slamming through his clothes and into my back. His chest heaved just enough for me to know that his control might not be as complete as I’d originally thought.
I liked the idea that I could do that to him.
That there was something within me that could push at him. It echoed in my throbbing nipples against the glass and lower, where I was so wet and needy. Between my thighs—the only place he hadn’t touched.
I moved restlessly, my ass rubbing across the front placket of his pants. He was hard and…substantial. I couldn’t tell exactly how substantial, because he wouldn’t let me touch him.
I flexed my fingers, twisting my hands until they were crossed at the wrist, and I could touch something. The cuff of his shirt, the dusting of hair along his wrist, the side of his hand. I was starving for his skin.
All the while, my backside moved against him until he brought his other hand down to my hip. “Do you want this over before it’s begun?” His voice was all but a rumble in my ear.
Hadn’t we started hours ago? It felt like it.
“Is this one of those dominant things?”
He pressed his forehead to my shoulder and buried his face into my neck. “Are you truly this innocent?”
“No.” I didn’t really know what else to say on that one.
His hand slid lower to dip along the seam where my thigh met my body. He brushed the curls above my center. “So wet. Is this for me?”
My eyes crossed. Barely a touch and he expected me to own words? “You’ve been teasing me forever. What do you think?”
He huffed out a breath that could have been a laugh. “Your mouth is probably half of why I hired you.” His tongue lashed over the lobe of my ear, and I closed my eyes against the rioting sensations. “I must be insane.”
“Or we’re sharing a mental break.”
“Maybe we are,” he said with a low groan.
I echoed that sentiment when he buzzed across the triangle of hair above my slit once more.
“Open. Let me in.”
He was every sin I never knew I wanted.
“You want this. Don’t pretend you don’t. At least here we can be honest.”
I tried to grasp just what that meant, but my legs and my body had different ideas. I turned my heels just a little and widened my stance. His long fingers grazed over the apex of my thighs and sank into my heat.
I hissed at the sounds. Wet didn’t cover it.
Embarrassment raced up my spine and flushed my neck to my cheeks. I tried to arch away from him, but he gripped my wrists tighter, stretching me taller until my breasts and ribs were one with the glass.
Until everything was strung tight. I closed my eyes, tripping over my breath and nerves in the same moment. I wanted this, but could I live with the memory? Knowing that it was Blake who would be the one to show me what true passion was? Would I ever sleep again?
Or would I relive this moment again and again?
He pinned me to the window, his watch clicking against glass as his fingers slowly glided in and out of me.
“Open your eyes, Ms. Copeland.”
