She shakes her head, visibly swallowing and looking paler than the sheet music. Her heaving breath makes her tits rise and fall under her open shirt and pushed up bra. Jesus, what’s wrong with me? “I don’t want to stop,” she says breathlessly, her fingers still in my hair. “I just thought you should know.”
I push to my feet and take her mouth in a hot, lingering kiss. She’s a fucking virgin. That changes everything. “We’re not stopping, baby,” I tell her. “But we are going to slow down and go back to my office. I’ll be damned if your first time will be bent over a studio table.”
Chapter 5
Dani
I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m silently cursing myself as he backs away. I should have let him do what he was going to do between my legs before blurting it out. I’m positive I would have loved it, especially since just having him down there, with his mouth so close, made my pussy pulse with impatient desire. I wanted whatever he had to give, but I’d ruined it.
He rights my panties and then straightens my bra over my breasts and closes up my blouse. He takes my hand and pulls me off the table, and I wiggle my skirt back down, unable to look him in the eyes. He said we weren’t stopping, only slowing down, but the tension between us has turned awkward. Now, I’m afraid he’s only trying to let me down easy with his talk of deserving more.
Then, I get a surge of hope when he pulls me into a close hug, his hand rubbing up and down my back. How can this comforting gesture make me want to start clawing at his clothes? I grip his shoulders and tip my chin up to look at him, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
He kisses me tenderly, his tongue parting my lips while his hands lower to grip my ass cheeks. I moan against his mouth as I feel his erection grind against me. My pussy starts throbbing again.
“I really didn’t want to stop,” I say when he breaks the kiss.
“Good,” he says. “But not here. I’m going to make it special for you.”
I nearly swoon at this promise and cling to him to keep from melting to the ground. “I really don’t care,” I say honestly. “I’m happy right here, as long as it’s now.” The buildup in my core has me feeling needy for something I don’t fully understand, and I anxiously grind against him.
He kisses me again, soul deep, sending a shockwave of lust through me. “Just be patient.”
We walk side by side to the elevator and head back to his office. Once inside, he locks the door behind us and drags me close. He must notice my confused expression as I glance back at the door because he says, “The cleaning staff. They know I usually work late, so they don’t come in here if my door is locked.”
My cheeks heat at his words. It hadn’t occurred to me that there might be anyone else in the building. What if they’d walked into the studio earlier? They would’ve seen Tate with a woman they believed to be his assistant. God, Ella really will kill me when she finds out about this. But with Tate’s body pressed so tightly against mine and his eyes promising unfathomable pleasure, I can’t quite bring myself to care.
He walks me toward the big couch by the windows, unbuttoning my blouse with each step. I shrug out of the top and close my eyes while he traces a finger along the top of my bra, then reaches around to expertly unclasp it. When my breasts are free, he cups each one, making my nipples pucker and sending another urgent jolt between my legs. I’m aching for him and grab at his shirt so I can see his bare chest. With a laugh, he takes hold of my trembling hands and quickly removes his shirt.
I swallow hard at the sight of his chest. For a workaholic executive who seemingly sits behind a desk all day, it’s clear he finds time for the gym. His pecs are hard and smooth when I run my hands over them, all the way down his six pack abs, tracing each defined line until I tug at the button of his pants.
He watches me marvel over his Adonis chest and smiles when I look up at him.
“I want to see,” I whisper.
He raises a brow as he unzips my skirt and pushes it down over my hips.
“Patience, Dani,” he says.
He twists the edges of my panties up so they pull tight against my pussy, making me throb for him more. With his knee nudging my legs apart, he backs me onto the couch, following me down. I can’t get enough of his chest and don’t think it’s very fair that he still has his pants on when I only have tiny lace panties that barely cover anything. I grab at his waistband and press my hand flat against his hard length, gasping when it pulses at my touch. He chuckles and kisses my throat, holding my hands at my sides.
“Let me make you feel good,” he says. “I want to taste every inch of your body.”
I let my head flop back on the couch cushions. “Taste away,” I say.
I’m burning up and wriggling against his hands that hold my arms at my sides when he moves between my legs. He lets me go, and I slide my fingers through his soft, wavy hair, moaning when he kisses me through my panties. He spreads my legs wider and settles between them, smiling up at me while he slides a finger under the fabric from the side. I arch up for more, but he keeps teasing me by barely stroking his fingertip along my soaking wet slit. I start to whimper and push on his shoulders, then tug at his hair.
“Lick me,” I plead. “Like you were going to.”
He groans and drops his face to my thigh for a moment. I whimper and wiggle my hips, trying and failing to get friction where I want it most.
Finally, he gets up and walks toward his desk. I lie there with my legs spread, wondering what I did wrong and ready to beg him to come back. I need him so much, I think I’ll explode.
He grins mischievously and holds up a pair of handcuffs. Not cute little fluffy ones like you see in the windows of sex shops. These look real.
“I told you to be patient,” he says, leaning over the couch and scooping me up into his arms.
He lays me on the thick rug in front of his desk and waves the cuffs in one hand while he clasps both my hands together over my head in his other one. My heart starts pounding out of my chest at the sight of those strong metal cuffs. Once they’re on, my body will be in his complete control. My core throbs and clenches as I realize that’s exactly what I want.