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“You’re not wasting my time. I enjoy every moment I spend with you. Though if I had my preference, we wouldn’t be spending time in my office.”
My breath caught and I bit my lip, immediately catching myself wondering what the master bedroom of this place looked like. What its sheets would feel like under my back. And whether the sex would be as good as I remembered.
I squeezed my thighs together hard, realizing I was giving him a deer-in-headlights look. “That should probably be a conversation for later, once we have completed our business.” My voice came out breathier than I’d intended, and his fingers interlocked, looking like they were squeezing together as he leaned forward, his gaze intense.
It should be a conversation for never, I chastised myself, but what was said was said. How did he get the truth out of me so easily?
“I suppose you’re right,” he said softly, his voice deepening slightly, but there wasn’t much disappointment in his face and that small smile still played at the corners of his mouth.
He was teasing me. It infuriated me and charmed me and turned me on even more, all in the same instant of realizing it.
I shook in my seat as I stared at him. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was enjoying it. “Don’t make fun,” I said quietly. “It took me a lot to come up here.”
“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” His eyes glittered.
“A little. I never planned to do anything that would put us at odds, though.” I said that carefully, while my heart started pounding even harder.
“So what I tell you in confidence will remain so?” He licked his lips briefly, just a flash of tongue.
“Of course. Just, it may be safer for you to keep from telling me too much about your…business.”
He chuckled, and I was thrown back four years and straight into the memory of that wild night together. The memory of his agile mouth closing around my nipple hit me hard, and I gasped aloud.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Now that wasn’t fear, was it?” He leaned back in his seat, head tipping to touch against the backrest as his eyes made another lazy perusal across my body from under his hooded lids. “No, that wasn’t fear at all.”
The air between us crackled. “I…I should…”
He got up fluidly and moved around the desk, looming close. One slim finger crossed my lips. “You should do nothing but come with me out of this office.”
“Go with you where?” I managed, although I was surprised he could even hear me with how softly my voice whispered out against his finger.
His finger brushed lightly across my bottom lip once, before standing to his full height with something of a smirk.
“Will you follow me?” he asked without explanation, and my traitorous body complied with a nod as he slipped his hand into mine and drew me up to stand.
***
I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought as he led me upstairs. But my body kept walking. My stomach was still jumping with that mix of anxiety and desire I couldn’t control. He was in control. And that turned me on so much I couldn’t think straight.
The master bedroom was cavernous, with mullioned windows, velvet drapery, and heavily carved built-ins. There were more bookcases stuffed with leatherbound volumes, window seats deep enough to sleep on, and the biggest antique Turkish rug I had ever seen on the floor. The bed was a massive four-poster, its heavy purple velvet curtains throwing the interior into shadow.
He stripped me insistently, and my hands moved to help him instead of trying to hold my buttons closed, my skirt unzipped. He lowered me into that dark cave of fabric, and I felt velvet slide under my bare back.
I suddenly felt shy as his feral eyes swept over me, and I curled in on myself a little.
“I did not get to look at you this clearly before,” he purred. “Don’t hide yourself now.”
I uncurled a little, but my hands didn’t leave the fronts of my breasts. As he stepped back to take off his suit, my heart started pounding again, and my hands dropped slowly.
His broad, pale, deeply inked chest heaved as he unbuckled his belt. He stripped down and reached into his bedside table for a rubber. I gazed at his erection as it jumped slightly between us.
He rolled on the latex sheath without dragging his eyes from me. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Now. Lie on your back, reach over your head and grip the head of the bed.”
I hesitated, wondering if he planned to tie me. The carvings I saw, had smooth handles worked into them. I wondered as I gripped them if he’d chosen the design for that purpose, or had ordered it specially. “What are you going to do to me?”
He smiled wickedly and slid onto the bed, coming up onto his knees at my feet. “Just hold on. If you let go, I may have to tie you.”
The threat sent a shiver through me, and I started aching inside. “I’ll do my best.”
