“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Wyatt growled, his hips thrusting hard now. “And dirty and sexy and fuck . . .”
His body went taut, his cock swelling in her mouth as a rumbling groan burst from deep in his chest. His release spilled against her tongue, the salty fluid causing Kelsey her own moan of satisfaction. She let her finger slide out of him and gripped his thighs as he rode the end of his orgasm.
When he finally softened his grip on her head and let her hair pass through his fingers, she released him and sat back on her calves, her breath coming in quick huffs, her neck damp with perspiration.
“Eyes down, love. Hands in your lap.”
She lowered her head, focusing on the joints where the floorboards met with each other, and tried to calm herself. Every sensitive point in her throbbed and pulsed with want for his touch—her lips, her nipples, the little bud between her thighs. But no touch came. She listened to the brush of cotton as he pulled his pajama bottoms back on, the chair legs scooting along the floor, keys on a keyboard. Then he started talking.
And it wasn’t to her.
She looked up in shock, finding Wyatt’s profile inscrutable as he resumed talking business with someone. He turned his head quickly, catching her staring, and gave her a cool glare that dared her to argue. She brought her gaze back to the floor, realization settling over her. This was punishment. She’d given him an orgasm that had clearly been fantastic, and he was punishing her? Anger flared in her, fire of a different sort heating her blood.Author: Roni Loren
She stayed there on her knees, fuming, and losing track of how much time was passing. The sunlight moved a few inches across the floorboards as Wyatt made a handful of phone calls, never once addressing her in between conversations. She should get up, should walk out, and tell him to go to hell. But something in her refused to let her move. She remained in place, arguing with herself. But in the end, determined pride won out. She would prove she could beat him at his game. This would not break her.
After another terse phone call, Wyatt rose and left the room. She followed his footsteps with her ears, listening as they receded into the back part of the cabana and then grew loud again. His bare feet appeared in the spot on the floor she was staring a hole into. He squatted down in front of her and put a knuckle beneath her chin. She hoped her gaze conveyed her contempt.
His smile was amused. “Watch that feistiness, love. You’ll get me hard again, and I may demand a repeat performance before letting you have what you want.”
She narrowed her eyes, and he chuckled.
He reached forward and fingered the strap of her camisole before bringing it down her shoulder. Goose bumps prickled her skin at the gentle touch. He repeated the process on the other side, drawing her top downward until her breasts were fully exposed. He pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, earning a gasp from her, and affixed a metal clip. Sensation shot straight downward, more wetness gathering despite her utter annoyance with him. He gave the other breast the same wicked treatment, then gave each clip a flick with his finger.
“Oh!” Her face tilted toward the ceiling, the surprising bite of pain making her dizzy.
“Maybe this will help you learn that you are not in control here. It’s Monday and I need to get some work done. I hoped to fit it in before you even woke up so that I wouldn’t have to use up any of our time, but no. Instead, you insisted on parading in here, looking like a fucking wet dream, and teasing me away from what I needed to do.
She gritted her teeth. “I’m sorry, sir. God forbid, I get on my fucking knees and suck you off first thing in the morning. Your plight is truly awful.”
“Smart mouth. Sexy but disrespectful.” He flicked her nipple again.
“Fuck!” she cried out. How could one little flick of a finger hurt so damn much? She tried to ignore the moisture beginning to leak down her thighs. “Bastard.”
He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “You know, love? Your insults would probably be more effective if your scent wasn’t giving you away and telling me exactly how turned on you are right now.”
Taunting? He was taunting her? She couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “I was trying to help you this morning. You’re on vacation, Wyatt. You’re not supposed to be working. Jace told me to do whatever I could to make you relax and leave work behind. I was only trying—”
He grabbed her jaw, his tone going fierce. “So you’re taking orders from Jace now?”
“No.” She tried to shake her head, but his fingers held her firm. “I was trying to help.”
“I don’t need that kind of help, Kelsey,” he said harshly, her point apparently hitting some spot he didn’t want poked. He released her chin. “My job is—”
“Everything,” she said, looking away. “I know. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just thought you could use a distraction, a break.”
He sighed, a sound of resigned frustration more than anger. “Kelsey.”
For some ridiculous reason she wanted to cry at the defeated way he said her name. Her temper slid away from her, replaced by the perplexing need to make it okay. “I’m sorry, sir. I tried to control things again. I’m sorry . . .”
Hands spanned the side of her head. “Shh, love. Please don’t get upset.”
She pressed her lips together, trying to fight back the knot developing in her throat.
His frown dipped deep, regret there in his eyes. “Yes, you did try to control things. That is unacceptable. But hell, I didn’t need to be an asshole about it. Come ’ere.”
She sagged into his grip and met his gaze. His eyes said everything he hadn’t. I’m sorry. It’ll be okay. I need you. His lips met hers in a soft press, his hands sliding down to her neck. The tension slowly unwound inside her belly as he sat on the floor and dragged her into his lap. Her clamped nipples brushed against his bare chest, sending snaps of now pleasure-edged pain through her. She breathed his name into their kiss.
His cock, growing hard again, pressed against the thin silk of her already soaked panties. Her body trembled, need firing anew. She’d been riding on the edge so long, any touch now ignited her. He broke away from the kiss with a panted breath and laid back on the warm wood floor, propped on bent elbows and spread out like a delicious buffet of man and muscle. “I want you, love. And since I’ve been a jerk, it’s ladies’ choice this time. Tell me how you want me to make you come.”