“Stay still, little sub,” he ordered.
Like she could go anywhere?
“Hey, James,” he said in a low voice.
She stiffened. James was on the other end of the line? She didn’t know why that made her feel so anxious. It wasn’t like he could see her. But just knowing he was there made her insides tighten. Her nipples were so stiff they ached, she rubbed them lightly against the table, letting out a low whimper.
There was a pause on Sloan’s side of the conversation, which she hadn’t been paying the slightest bit of attention to.
“I have to go. I have a naughty sub to attend to.”
He did not just say that. He did not. Fuck.
“Yes, see you in the morning. Thanks, man.”
She heard the phone being put down.
“Were you told you could move?” Sloan asked calmly. She heard the chair scrape back then the sound of his jeans being unzipped.
Oh, hell. Oh, hell.
She heard a ripping noise and tried to envision him pulling a condom on.
“Sir, please,” she begged.
“I was going to let you come. Until you disobeyed me.”
Nooooo. Surely, he couldn’t be so cruel?
“Just let me move this stuff out of the way.” She could hear him moving around then then grabbed her by the hips. “Lie down onto your stomach, baby.”
He helped her lie on her stomach then drew her down the table until just the upper half of her body was supported by the cool wood. Her spread feet rested on the floor.
The head of his cock nudged her entrance. Then slowly, oh, so slowly, he pushed himself inside her.
Reaching around her, he flicked her clit. Once. The rat bastard.
“Now, no coming, Kinley. Or else I’ll tie you up in this exact position tomorrow morning and have James spank you every hour on the hour.”
He wouldn’t. It was an empty threat. He wouldn’t let James see her naked. But she’d been naked at the club in front of other people. That was different, surely. Oh, hell, she didn’t know. All she knew was Sloan didn’t make empty threats, and she did not want to find herself in this position tomorrow morning.
So, as he pounded his way inside her, moving faster and harder, she had to fight not to come. He slowed down then sped up. Teasing her. Torturing her. Asshole.
Just when she couldn’t take much more, when she knew she was going to disobey, he stilled.
Her breathing sawed in and out of her lungs as he leaned over her. “Come baby.”
Then he thrust deeply, and she fell over instantly.
It was magnificent. Stars danced in front of her eyes, her whole body shuddered, the aftershocks continuing long after Sloan gave his own shout of satisfaction. It almost made her want to do it all over again. Almost.
17
“Kinley! Kinley!” Fear pounded inside him as he raced through the house. Where was she? If she was still in the house then she would have heard him. Hell, the neighbors could probably hear him. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed since he’d stepped out onto the patio to take a phone call.
It wasn’t that he wanted to hide the call from her. More that he’d needed some fresh air. Two weeks had passed since Sloan had visited him that night in his apartment. No more flowers, no more notes. A lot more tension, though.
And most of that tension was now sexually charged. At least on his end. He was finding it harder and harder to resist her. Her laugh, the warm way she welcomed him each morning, the heat in her gaze as she argued with him. He wanted her. He wanted them.