She shrugged and stepped back. “But if you’re not into me…”
He hooked her waistband with one of his fingers and yanked her against him. “Now hold up right there, sugar. I never said I wasn’t into you.”
“So what are you going to do about it, then?” she asked, her tone challenging.
His gaze met hers. “I’m in.”
“What do you mean?”
He sank into his desk chair and pulled her down onto his lap. “I mean, I’m in. I’m tired of struggling against my instincts when I’m with you. So, let’s try it your way. You want me to be myself, well, here I am.”
Her heart did a little twirl in her chest. “Really?”
He cupped her chin and ran his thumb along her cheek. His eyes pleaded with her. “You just have to swear that if I ever do anything you don’t want me to, you’ll make me stop. We’ll come up with a code word that means quit, but even with that, you have to promise you’ll do whatever you need to get your point across. Don’t let me push you too far.”
She leaned forward and brushed her lips across his. “I promise. I will totally kick your ass if you step out of line.”
He grinned, the tension lines in his face softening and the heaviness in the air seeming to lift. His hand curled around her hip, and he put his forehead to hers. “Thank you. I’ve never told anyone about my dad besides Jace. I thought for sure you would run for the hills.”
She lifted her head and shrugged. “I refuse to believe that we’re doomed to our parents’ fate. If I bought into that logic, I may as well slit my wrists now.”
“Your outlook on life is such a ball of sunshine,” he teased.
She tapped her temple. “Yep, like I told you, it’s all rainbows and unicorns in here.”
He gave her a wry smile and closed the space between them to claim her mouth in a heated kiss. Her lips parted, and she could feel the tension draining from both of their bodies as they gave themselves over to the simple pleasure of tasting each other—an acceptance of each other’s ugly histories and a promise to move forward despite it all.
He pulled away from the kiss, his cheeks flushed. “You know we still have a half hour before we’re due back to the office? Maybe we should practice our new arrangement.”
She shifted on his lap so that she could straddle him, and adjusted her skirt. Her panties brushed directly against the hardening erection in his pants, sending a dart of warmth through her. “That isn’t very much time.”
He shoved her skirt farther up her hips and with a yank, ripped off her panties.
“Hey! I’m supposed to go back to work in those,” she protested.
He pulled the swath of material from under her and tossed the panties onto the floor. “I’ll buy you some new ones. But for the rest of the day, I want to look across that office and know that there’s only this thin skirt between me and what’s mine.”
His fingers found her heat and glossed her clit with her juices. She tilted her head back, and his other hand unbuttoned her blouse and freed her breasts. His hot tongue sucked a needy nipple through the lacy material of her bra, then he bit hard enough for her to gasp. She moaned and rocked against his hand.
“That’s right, sugar. I love how responsive you are for me. I can’t wait to take you somewhere tonight, tie you up, and taste every delicious part of you. Make you beg for release.”
She shuddered. God, just his words could set her off.
“But right now”—he leaned back, undid his fly, and released his cock—“just hold on.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
ELEVEN
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Brynn swayed on her knees, the shock of seeing Reid in front of her hitting her like a bullet to the chest. She stared at him, a hundred questions coloring her thoughts. Why was he here? How had he even gotten in? And what the hell was he expecting—that she was just going to jump at the chance to be with him after she’d explicitly told him she never wanted him to touch her again?Author: Roni Loren
His stern expression didn’t answer any one of her silent demands.
“You need to choose your master, Brynn,” said a well-dressed man standing to the left of Reid. She glanced at the man’s tapered fingers; he held a chain, no, a leash. Oh. He was one of her choices, as was another shorter man on Reid’s right. Shit. Both guys were attractive enough, but could she turn herself over to them—put her trust in one of these strangers?
Her gaze darted to the second man’s waistband where a whip was attached, coiled like a sleeping snake. His fingers toyed with the handle as if his hand itched to wield it. Oh, hell no. Scratch him off the list. Anyone that eager to whip her wasn’t going to go easy.