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Amanda wrapped her hand around my tie and curled it into a fist.
“I wasn’t undermining you. She’s a bloody good employee and you don’t want to lose her. She respects you, even though you behave like an arse!”
I was standing so close my pelvis brushed against her. My heart hammered against my ribs. I stared at those bright red lips of hers.
She pulled on my tie.; forcing me to look her in the eye. My body shook: with anger or passion, I had no idea which.
“I expect my employees, and my contractors, to obey me,” I seethed.
“Obey?” she sneered, tugging on my tie again.
A bolt of lust exploded through me, as an uncensored montage of images ran through my mind. I imagined punishing her for insubordination, of her submitting, letting me have my way with her.
“Maybe,” Amanda muttered, “you should listen to those who care before you go off half cocked.”
Another pulse of lust shot through me.
“Including ye?”
Amanda stood on the tiptoes, as if to whisper something, and I bent my head slightly down.
She caught my bottom lip between hers and bit me, right on where Stephen had busted it. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. Groaning, I speared her hair and tugged, exposing her neck. I pressed my mouth to her jaw.
“I should punish ye for that bite.” I kissed my way up her neck and bit on the soft skin below her ear. She cried out, tugging on my tie again. I sucked the spot, soothing her.
But I didn’t want to soothe her. I wanted to mark her, punish her for disobeying me. I shuddered, letting out a breath, and gave in to desire.
I pulled her hair again and claimed her mouth with mine, smashing my lips against hers. I growled into the kiss, pressing myself into her against the desk.
We were rough and wild, clawing at each other with no finesse.
Everything I had ever known about what lust and passion were paled in comparison to Amanda; her touch, the feel of her against me, how she smelled like the sun on a spring day. God, the taste of her on my lips.
I had to know how she tasted elsewhere, all over.
She moaned, just like the night we met when she sipped the ten-year-old single malt, only louder with urgency and sexual need.
For me.Becauseof me.
I bit her where her shoulder met her neck and she cried out. I pulled back, looking her in the eye, panting like a dog in heat against her mouth.
“Sorry,” I snarled and took those red lips with mine again, in a bruising kiss. But I wasn’t sorry. Not in the slightest.
She slid her hands around my ribs to my back. Pain shot down my spine.
“Fuck!” I pressed my forehead against hers. Amanda’s eyes flared with heat. Her grin was savage.
My back stung from her fingernails raking down my skin.
She had marked me.
My cock was painfully hard now. I was hers: completely and wholly. Any resistance was shattered. Fuck rules, fuck contracts. Most importantly, fuck her.
I picked her up by the thighs, setting her down on the edge of my desk, nudging her legs apart with mine.
“Tell me ye want this.”
“Yes,” she nodded, hissing.
