OK, so he was a criminal. Even so, the guarded look on her face pissed him off. Like he had to walk on eggshells around her. Like he didn’t deserve to be in the same room with her, let alone the same bed.
Maybe he didn’t. But he’d be damned before he admitted it.
And he’d be damned before he let her treat him like a one-night stand.
He pushed away from the counter and took a few steps closer. She walked toward the door, leading him out of the kitchen.
“Kate.” He pulled the strap of her purse until she stopped and pivoted back around, looking up at him with just a hint of fear in her pretty green eyes. She was standing next to a big, strong thug who could put her over his shoulder and carry her to the bedroom no matter how she tried to stop him, and she knew it.
His cock twitched. Maybe he was a sick bastard, but that little twinge of feminine anxiety got his blood pounding. The mutinous frown on her soft, immaculately pink lips was a challenge he couldn’t resist. He wanted to kiss her until lipstick was smeared on her chin…he wanted to see those lips begging him to make her come. He wanted to see those lips stretched around his cock.
And she loved being vulnerable. He knew it in his bones. She might pretend to be a prissy little prude, but underneath the buttoned-up façade she wanted to be treated like a woman…like a woman who lived to be fucked, to be taken in every way imaginable—tied up, tormented, left exhausted and whimpering for more. The need was primal, beyond her control. His Kate was a high-powered lawyer, as brainy as she was beautiful. The kind of woman who wound men around her little finger all day long. But deep down inside, in the secret fantasies she barely let herself imagine, she craved the domination of a man who would give her all the pain and pleasure her sweet body could handle.
And sometimes—hell, most of the time—she wanted to pretend he was forcing her.
A closet submissive.
His submissive.
And if she thought he was going to let her walk out of his life, she had another thing coming.
She said nothing, just stared at him mutely, waiting for him to make the first move. Her throat pulsed—a sure sign of nervousness, that delicate little swallow.
To disarm her, he smiled. “No time for a kiss?”
She huffed out a soft whisper of a laugh, obviously relieved, and tilted her face up. He kissed her softly at first, politely, but when she backed off he brought his mouth down hard, sucking at her lips, hauling her up against him until she was leaning heavily onto his chest. He must have pulled her off her feet. She struggled a little, pushing at his shoulders, and he nipped at her lower lip to show her who was boss.
She whimpered against his mouth, but not in resistance. Her hands were on his head, pulling him down to her. No doubt about it, she liked a man who took charge. She might not trust him, but that was part of the pleasure for her. And he didn’t really want her trust. Just her body.
When his hand slid down her ass and started pulling her skirt up in back, she broke the kiss. Hot little puffs of breath hit his lips as she panted for air. “I have to go to work, Jake.”
He stroked the back of her thigh, teasing. “You can be a little late.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Five minutes.” He didn’t make it a question.
She looked down at his chin, eyelids dropping to shield her eyes from him. “Maybe later…after work?”
There was no maybe about it. Last night she’d claimed she wanted more than a one-night stand. Had that been the orgasm talking? Was she dumping him already?
Not if he had anything to say about it. “I was planning on taking you out to dinner.” And then I’m planning on taking you to bed.
One edge of her bottom lip disappeared, as though she was worrying it with her teeth but didn’t want him to see. Thinking up an excuse?
“I don’t know when I’ll be leaving work. I have a lot to do today.”
Definitely an excuse. “I can wait. My schedule is flexible.” To put it mildly.
She didn’t seem to catch his droll tone. “Let’s meet for lunch instead.” Her cheeks went pink. “At a hotel, maybe?”
Great. She wanted to fit him in during lunch—a quick nooner, so none of her co-workers would have to see her with him. Just another appointment: Tuesday, manicure. Wednesday, fuck Jake at the Hilton. “Sure, lunch would be great. And when you’re off of work, we can go to dinner, too.”
No sign of surprise; she didn’t even blink. Like a lot of prosecutors he’d seen, she had a great poker face. “You don’t have to take me to dinner, Jake.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”
She tilted her head a little to one side. “You probably shouldn’t spend the money.”
Nice of her to remind him. “So we’ll go someplace I can afford.” He’d make damn sure he got some cash today. Enough to take her to a decent restaurant. He might never earn as much as she did, but he sure as hell could take her out to a good meal now and then. “What time is good for you?”
She waited a moment, as if she was considering it. “I might have a meeting. After work, I mean. After hours.”
Uh-huh. She had a good poker face, but prison had taught him how to spot a lie a mile off. “I can wait. If you’re running late, we can go to dinner straight from your office.”
Her eyes went wide in horror. “Oh, I…I’ll have to change clothes anyway, so I might as well meet you here.”
“So I’m good enough to fuck, but not to be seen with in public?” Damn. He hadn’t meant to say it.
Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. “No, of course that’s not it. It’s just more convenient if we meet…someplace else.”
Anywhere else. Her tone was apologetic, but she was clearly embarrassed about having her co-workers at the D.A.’s office see him. He couldn’t really blame her…but he did. Hell, at least she’d agreed to see him for dinner. It was a start. “How about if I call you this afternoon, and we can decide on a time then?” Or I’ll stop by your office and we’ll decide in person. It didn’t matter what she said, he’d be showing up at her office. He called the shots, and the sooner she realized it, the better.
She looked so relieved, he almost laughed. “That’s fine, Jake. Call me at the office this afternoon. Or…earlier, if you want to meet somewhere for lunch.”
He brushed the backs of his fingers against her blushing cheek. “Afraid you won’t be able to wait until dinner?”
She pressed her chin against his hand. “Maybe. And you have only yourself to blame.” She gave a little sigh, then stepped back.
Before she could turn away, he hauled her closer. One thing about being in prison—he’d spent so much time pumping iron that he could lift Kate up against him with one arm. She gasped and rested a hand on his chest. Those parted lips were too much temptation to resist.
He kissed her softly, starting slowly. Cautiously. She met him halfway, opening a little in invitation. And he took it, tasting her with gentle strokes of his tongue, toying with the edges of her teeth.
She sighed into his mouth, then pulled away. Her forehead dropped to his chest. “I have to get to work.”
Time to show her who was boss. He gripped her ass with both hands. “Not just yet.”
She pushed against his chest—a token push, a feeble show of resistance. “I can’t, Jake.”
His grin felt like it would split his face. “I’m not hearing a no.”
Her lips turned down into a mulish frown. “No. Is that clear enough?”
Despite the pout, she’d pressed her lush, full breasts a little more against his chest. “No? I don’t hear that word.” She knew how to say “no” and mean it—they’d agreed on a safe word just last night.
Her chin went up in a stubborn tilt. “You wouldn’t stop anyway. All you can think about is getting your rocks off.”
“And yours, sweet Kate.” He stroked up the backs of her legs, taking the hem of her skirt with him. She was wearing pantyhose—nasty stuff that ma
de it harder to get to her pussy, but he was up for the challenge. He tugged at her waistband until her panties came down in back, taking her nylons with them. Her skin was soft and warm. He stroked to the cleft of her ass and down, passing lightly over her asshole and back up again.
She bit her lip.
“Try to tell me you don’t want this.” His arm was long enough to reach between her legs. God, she was wet. No doubt about it, she liked it when he took charge and didn’t let her say no. He stroked the edges of her hole with one finger, teasing along the slick flesh, then inched his way forward to her clit. Her head fell to his shoulder as he rubbed gently, and her hips rocked against him, stroking his cock to full hardness.
When he backed off, she whimpered. He brought his hand to his lips, licking along the side of his forefinger. The scent of her cunt made his groin throb.
A sheen of sweat beaded on her upper lip. “Five minutes,” she whispered.
Thank God. But for show, he glared down into her face. “Don’t put conditions on me.”
Her eyes glittered with excitement—or was it defiance? “Yes, Jake,” she said meekly.
Master. He wanted her to call him Master. He didn’t think much of the Bondage scene—too fruity, with all those silly costumes—but he wanted Kate to call him Master. To willingly admit that she was his…to beg him to dominate her…to cling to his arm in public…to smile up at him for the whole world to see. But he’d have to break her in gently. If he pushed her too far, too fast, she’d run. This was all new to her.
He stroked her hair with one hand, taking care not to mess it up. “I think I’ll leave it in the bun. For now.”
She nodded. “I’d hate to waste time putting it back up.”
And no sense in wasting time now. He turned her until she faced the table and pushed her hips gently until she took the two steps that brought her belly to the edge. “Bend over.”
Her lips parted as she gasped, but she obeyed him, bending at the waist and bracing herself on the table with both arms. He pulled up the back of her skirt, then eased her pantyhose and panties down her legs. Without a word, she stepped out of her pumps, lifting each foot in turn as he peeled her clothes off.
When he straightened, the sight of her pert little ass in the air made his throat go dry. He pictured leather garters framing the soft white flesh, a lacy black garter belt holding the straps up…crisscrosses of pink and red across her milky white behind, exactly the width of his fingers.
Oh, yeah. He gave her a sharp slap on one side, and she jumped. Her back started to lift, but he pushed her down with one hand. She gave in, but turned her head to look up at him. “Should I pretend to struggle?”
He shrugged. “If I tell you, it isn’t as much fun.”
She sighed and buried her face in her arms. “We don’t have much time. You know what I like. Just do it.”
Ah, but he wanted to keep her guessing. He brought his hand down again, hard enough to sting his own palm, and she jumped and let out a tiny moan. Then he put one hand on her bare hip and stroked her soft skin in a small circle, winding his way down to dip between her legs, careful not to press too hard, keeping her on the teasing edge of frustrated desire. His cock felt hard enough to cut diamonds, but he’d drive her higher before he took her. After a few moments of gentle exploration he slid a fingertip back up the crack of her ass to toy with her asshole.
She jerked and made a little noise deep in her throat—pretending she didn’t like this? He knew better. He stroked over the puckered flesh again and again, teasing little touches, until she was rocking back against his hand. God, how he loved her ass. Especially when she was all submissive like this, offering herself up to his pleasure. If he had time he’d go for the Vaseline and give her a rousing good fuck in the ass. Hell, if he had time he’d take her back to bed and tie her to the headboard again.
But not now, not when she felt pressed for time, not when she’d barely agreed to go out with him tonight. No, instead he’d remind her of all the reasons she should see him later. He bent over her, covering her, and whispered in her ear. “I wanted to do this when we met in your office yesterday. Pull your skirt up and bend you over that perfectly organized desk.”
A shiver ran down her spine. He slid his hand lower and pressed a finger deep inside her, curling it against the walls of her vagina. She gasped and clenched down on him so tightly, his forehead broke out in sweat.
He bit the back of her neck gently—not hard enough to leave a mark. “I wanted to fuck you in the ass, too.”
She arched her back. “Don’t, Jake.”
A pretend objection. Hell, she was panting. He licked inside her ear, then whispered, “Maybe I’ll do it tonight. I’ll meet you at your office and fuck you in the ass, right there on your desk.”
She gasped. “You can’t be serious.”
Oh, he was serious all right—but she didn’t have to know it yet. She sounded outraged, and he wasn’t about to get her distracted by anger. “Play along, Kate.”
He felt her head move in a nod.
He slid down until his knees hit the floor. With his mouth inches from her pussy, the pain barely registered. He blew between her legs, and she shivered. “I could look at your pussy for hours.” With just the tip of his tongue, he took a long taste, teasing the edges of her labia. Musky, warm, delicious Kate.
“Mmm. I could eat you for hours, too.” He settled in, licking every ridge and fold, reaching inside her as far as his tongue could go, burying his face in her warm, giving flesh. The soft curls of her pussy hair tickled his chin, but nothing would have stopped him. All those nights in prison, he’d fantasized of eating a woman like this, and now he couldn’t get enough. His cock felt full to bursting, but he waited…just another taste…one more lick…one more flick against her clit. Kate pushed her hips back and forth, riding his face, moaning with each stroke of his tongue.
He moved back to the cleft of her ass, giving her long, slow licks. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table so hard that her knuckles were white. She whimpered when he probed her asshole with the tip of his tongue. So hot and tight…damn, he could come just from the thought of taking her in the ass again. He pressed a sucking kiss right on her hole.
When he stood, she gave a little cry of disappointment.
He chuckled ruthlessly. “See what happens when you tell me I only have five minutes?” He put one hand between her legs to keep her motor running, stroking her deep and slow, while he fumbled with his zipper and undid the snap on his jeans, awkwardly shoving his pants and briefs to his knees with his free hand. The small of her back glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and her hips were lifting with little panting breaths. She was so horny, he could fuck her without a rubber and she wouldn’t notice.
Tempting, but no way would he risk getting her pregnant. He pulled a condom from his back pocket, tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock.
He parted her labia with his fingers and pushed forward, burying himself in her with a deep thrust. For a minute he held still, savoring her hot depths. Not many women could take him to the hilt. Kate was a rare one.
She squirmed, pushing her hips back against him. “Move.”
He slapped one side of her ass, and she squeaked. “I give the orders when we’re fucking, woman.” He leaned over until his lips were against her ear and nipped the lobe firmly. “No topping from the bottom.”
“Yes, Jake.” She barely managed a whisper.
Someday she’d call him Master. But for now, submission was enough. “That’s better.”
He straightened and gave her what she wanted—what they both wanted—rocking his hips in slow, long thrusts. The steady drag of her slick, wet heat on his cock made him lightheaded.
He looked down at her in amazement. Her back was covered by unwrinkled, perfectly tailored wool, every hair was in place, but her skirt was rucked up to her waist, her ass bare—and the sight of his cock moving between her thighs was incredible. He nearly came right t
hen, watching her take him so deep…listening to the slick, slapping sounds of their merging flesh.
If he only had five minutes, he was going to wring every drop of pleasure he could from the experience. As hot as her ass looked, he’d rather see her face taut with need, her mouth panting with every push of his cock. He pulled out and grabbed her hips, turning her over. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her gaze unfocused and hazy with need. Need for him.
He tugged at the top button on her blouse, and she put a hand up to stop him. “What are you doing?”
Without a word, he grabbed her wrist in one hand and pressed it to the table, holding it firm. She gave in, letting him undo her shirt with his free hand. He let go of her wrist to spread the silky fabric open. Her bra was beige, but that was the only practical thing about it. The lacy, low cups barely covered her nipples. A little pull and her full breasts spilled over the tops. She wriggled, and they bounced with her movement.
He groaned and dropped his head, sucking one nipple between his teeth, worrying the point with his tongue. Her hand wrapped around the back of his head, holding him close…her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him off balance as she tried to rub against his dick. He’d have laughed if he wasn’t so horny.
“Easy, baby.” He tugged her closer until her ass was at the edge of the table, positioned his cock, and thrust into her again. She cried out and jerked her hips. God, she knew how to get him hot. Her teeth were biting her lower lip hard enough to leave a bruise, and her hands clutched at his hips, pulling him forward as though she couldn’t get him deep enough to satisfy her. With every thrust her breasts jiggled, nipples brushing against the top of her impossibly sexy bra. He pinched one hard, thrusting nipple, and she thrashed her head back and forth, mussing the tablecloth. Wisps of silky blonde hair crossed her forehead as her bun loosened.
What a goddess. Never, not in his wildest fantasies, had he imagined a woman this classy would let him fuck her. Would moan and reach desperate hands out to pull him closer. Would clutch his head tight to her chest as he gently bit the side of her breast.
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