“Wait… we’re not taking the—?”
“No.”
Instead, he pushed through a door and took me down a stairwell with pristinely white walls and black stairs. He had me walk a step ahead of him as we went down a couple flights, and by the second one, I started looking up into the corners of the ceilings, spotting the cameras and wondering if any security people were watching us right now, wondering like me what the heck Iain was doing.
But by the fourth flight down, I found myself staring at a corner with no camera at all. And right on cue, Iain gave his velvet command.
“Stop here.”
Two words and he sent instant chills radiating over my skin. All over my body. But I willed my heart rate to stay down as I turned to look up at Iain in that sharp blue suit.
God.
To have to work for this man.
I felt bad for any woman—no, any human in there who was tasked to concentrate on a job when they knew they had to answer to Iain. Aside from the fact that he was impossible not to stare at, the way he looked at you was just so arresting. Those green eyes were never anything but shrewd and discerning. Like they were diving into your soul in search of their own answers. It was probably why Iain didn’t have to ask many questions or chat as much as anyone else. Most of the time, he’d already assessed what he needed to know.
But it seemed right now wasn’t one of those times.
Now that we were alone, I could feel something different in Iain’s eyes as he gazed down at me. Something a little softer. His dark brows were pulled into the slightest but most handsome frown in he world, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
I wet my lips, for some reason surprised by the question.
“A little,” I answered.
Well, a lot. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. It was better than it was first thing this morning. And besides, he already knew I was lying. His deep gaze on me remained, and it was silent for three or four seconds before my curiosity out-wrestled my patience.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked, my voice bouncing off the walls of the confined space.
His expression remained impassive as he replied. “Rubbing away your soreness.”
Oh.
Thump.
He spoke softly, casually, yet it made my heart pound and the muscles between my thighs clench as I thought about the mere idea of him actually doing that. Is he going to do that?
“Why did you decide to walk me out?” I asked suddenly.
He didn’t answer right away. Of course. He never did. Instead, he trailed his eyes up from my calves to my thighs till they were skimming the hem of my dress.
“I had a question to ask you,” he finally said.
“What?” I breathed, realizing I was already praying for
him to ask me what I was doing tonight. If he could see me again.
But he didn’t.
“You’d never had a cock in your mouth till last night,” Iain said. I blinked.
“Is that… that’s the question?” I asked.
He smirked.
“Have you ever had a tongue in your pussy?” he asked.