“Amelia, if you would please join me in my office when you are done. I’m in need of your knowledge of Canton Industries from your dealings with them last year. Mr. Baldwin, have a good day.”
“Yes, Karen. I’ll be right there.”
Karen gives me a once-over before walking away. Amelia begins edging out of the open door. No. I catch her by the open blazer, holding her in place. Fuck, her breath quickens, her eyes dilate. “I’m not done with you yet, sugar.”
If only she weren’t so fucking responsive, I swear I could control myself. Don’t, it’s a whisper of a thought I ignore. Just a taste, her eyes flutter closed. “Open your eyes, Amelia.”
Green sparkles up at me, and she’s all soft against me. I inhale her scent, coconut, flowers in bloom, a trace of citrus and deeper, a hint of her body’s sweet essence. My lips begin to tingle before I even touch her. Her body melts into mine, and my cock jumps to be inside her. She gasps, pulling away. Her body stiffens, damn it. “No, Chris. I’m at work, for fuck’s sake.”
A shocked gasp sounds from behind her. An older woman averts her eyes before speed walking past us. “Fine, lunch today.”
“I have to go.” She avoids my eyes as she pulls away. I let her go because I don’t have a choice.
7
Amelia
My phone buzzes, and I press the intercom. “Yes.”
“Mr. Baldwin, line one.”
Fuck. “Tell him I’m busy.”
I swear I can hear Mary’s grin through the phone. “No can do. I already told him you’re free for lunch.”
“You’re fired.”
“Yeah, yeah, answer the man.”
I snatch my phone off the cradle. “Mr. Baldwin, what do you want?”
“Loaded question, sugar. For now we’ll start with lunch. I’m running behind today, I’ll meet you at Porters in twenty minutes.”
“I’m going to charge you for this lunch.”
“Hmm...interesting, role-playing a hooker. A very expensive one at fifteen hundred dollars, though. Be careful, when they charge that much usually everything is open for business.” I gasp. Bastard. The fucker laughs; I think I hate him. “Twenty minutes, Porters. Or I’ll bring it to you and you’ll pay with five to be doled out today.”
He’s doing it again, twisting me up, getting me all hot and achy without even being in front of me. I have never in my life imagined role-playing during sex, and here I am wondering about playing an escort bought for the night, owned by someone to do with as they wanted, and it’s making me wet. And I’m actually considering making him wait just so he’ll deliver on his threat of a spanking.
Damn him. The man is driving me crazy. I did it again last night, I dreamed of him. Only this time I dreamed of him with half a dozen little girls running around our home giggling, with adorable dimples and bright blue eyes. He could not have been serious about not caring about me getting pregnant, about wanting children. My phone beeps before Mary comes through.
“If you don’t leave now you’ll be late.”
With the Pentonie deal all but done, and the suit against him not going anywhere until Ethan gets back, I’ll no longer represent him. I pop up without saving my work. I’m doing this, really, seriously doing this. I’m the one who needs my head checked.
I get to the restaurant to find Chris waiting for me. The hostess is flirting with him. The desire to smack the smile off her face is so strong I clench my hand. Chris’s hand goes to my back sliding down to the curve, and it soothes my anger even as it brings fire to my body. I move where I’m guided, once again to the back of the restaurant. It’s empty except for our table.
The moment Chris’s hand is gone I miss it. Annoyance has me snapping at him. “I can’t believe you’ve turned my secretary against me. Did you pay her or something?”
“She cares about you, no amount of cash would her turn against you. Don’t be a brat. I’m thinking you might need a spanking now instead of waiting two weeks.” He looks around. “It’s quiet enough back here.”
His seriousness has me going still. “Absolutely not, I never even agreed to let you do that. Do you get your rocks off on BDSM stuff, hurting women or something?”
“Amelia.” One word, yet it contains so much more. “I’m not usually into spanking as sex play, definitely not into it for discipline or BDSM. I threatened you with a spanking to get your attention and to see if I was right, and I was. You want to give in, to give up control in bed, which is good because it’s exactly how I like it. Pain doesn’t make my cock hard. However, small amounts of pain can add to pleasure. All pain is by hand only, no toys because I need to feel your body’s reaction for myself. Pleasure is the only thing that makes my cock hard. Hearing a woman moaning my name, gasping for air, the taste of her need on my tongue, the way a woman’s pussy clenches, ripples, and clutches me to keep my cock inside her because it feels so fucking good she doesn’t want to let me go. Those are the things that make my cock hard.”
Yes, please, all of it is what I want to whimper. Instead, I blush like an idiot until he smiles and winks at me, then looks down at his menu. Our waitress arrives, smiling, with a sparkling water with lime for me. “How are you doing today?”
“Good, thanks. I’ll have the porterhouse medium, the tater tots, and the asparagus.”