by Katee Robert
Against all reason, that “please” made her knees buckle, though she caught herself before she made a complete spectacle of herself by collapsing to the floor.
She could stop this right now. All she had to do was stand up, tell him she was done with his little power games, and kiss him again. She didn’t think Grayson would turn her away if she didn’t play by his rules… The thing was that she wanted to play by his rules. Which meant she needed to trust him to take the lead.
Did she trust him?
Yes. The answer came from someplace inside her that was deeper than reason. It was an instinctive need to give him everything and, though it terrified her more than a little, she couldn’t quite touch her fear. Not while in the same room with him circling behind her and making her feel safe even as he put her on edge. It didn’t make sense, but there was no denying the truth. She trusted him.
Danielle laid her head against the desk, giving herself over to him. There were few positions so vulnerable as the one she was in right now. He could do anything he wanted to her and she’d never see it coming.
The thought made her shiver.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?” He stroked a hand down her spine, making her gasp. It dawned on her that she was naked and bent over the CEO’s desk while the mail guy touched her. Wrong did not even begin to cover this situation. So the next time he touched her back, she arched into it. Who cared if someone could walk in? She was so damn close to orgasming, and he’d barely done anything yet.
“I asked you a question.”
He had, hadn’t he? Danielle cleared her throat, a smart remark on the tip of her tongue. At last moment she pulled it back. This felt too real, too raw, for her to belittle with a joke, so she went with the honest response. “As many times as I have?”
Grayson hissed out a breath. “You’ve thought about this.” He cupped her ass, then slid his hands down the inside of her thighs, spreading them farther.
It wasn’t quite a question, but she answered anyway. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
Tell him? Actually admit to all of the times she’d lain in the dark and touched herself while thinking of him? She could do this. She wanted to do this. This was Grayson. She was safe with him.
She licked her lips. “I’ve thought about how many places in this goddamn building there are to have illicit sex.”
“Those are not the details I’m looking for and you know it.” He ran his hands down her legs and then back up again, thumb dragging dangerously close to where she desperately needed him to be. “You’ve thought about me touching you. Where?”
Obviously he wasn’t going to give her an inch. She closed her eyes, sparks from his fingers spreading over her skin. “I’ve imagined you sliding your hand up my skirt and fingering me, right at the table in the coffee shop.”
“Apparently I’ve missed several opportunities.”
Her huffed laugh turned into a strangled sound when he cupped her. It wasn’t enough to send her over the edge, but the possessive gesture brought out another shiver. “Please.”
“Not yet. How would have things progressed from there?”
From him banging her with his fingers? God, she didn’t know. In the past, all she’d had to think about was the look in his eyes and his hands on her and she’d come. If she hadn’t… How would she have wanted things to go from there? “After you made me come?”
“Who said I’d let you finish?” While he kept one hand between her legs, he stroked up her spine with the other.
Oh. Well, damn. “Maybe I’d come too fast for you to tell me not to.”
He gripped the back of her neck, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to communicate just how in his power she was. Danielle tried to rock against his hand, so his fingers touched her clit, but he immediately removed it. “Ah, ah. Not so fast.”
God, he was going to play with her. She wasn’t sure if she hated or loved him for it. Desperate, she kept talking, “I’d drag you into the nearest empty room, shove your ass to the floor, and jump your bones.”
She wasn’t aware he moved until his breath brushed the small of her back. “That’s not how it’d happen.”
Really? Because she was pretty sure she was about to happen. If only he’d touch her. “Grayson—”
“Do you want to know how things would have gone in reality?”
“They’re happening in reality right now.”
He slapped her ass, making her gasp. “The reality is I would have ripped off your panties and pinned you down as I licked your pussy until you begged me to fuck you.” Grayson kissed the small of her back. “Find something to hang on to.”
“What—” The only warning she got was his hand leaving her neck and half a second later his shoulders pushed her legs wider. Danielle bit her lip, barely daring to breathe for fear it would stop him from doing what he so obviously intended. He licked her as if savoring her taste, and made a sound in the back of his throat. As he stroked her again, she grabbed the edge of the desk, gritting her teeth in an effort to keep from moving her hips against him. No way in hell would she do something to risk him stopping.
When he sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue around the sensitive nub, she couldn’t hold back a moan any longer. “Grayson.”
She almost cried out when he moved back, desperate for him to keep going, but he shoved two fingers into her. “How close are you, love?”
Love? But she didn’t have the mental capacity to question the endearment as he kept fucking her with his fingers. Had he just asked her something? God, why couldn’t she put two words together? She’d never had this problem during sex before. “Close.”
“Come for me.” Then his mouth returned, his tongue lazily swirling around her clit.
Danielle dug her fingers into the wood of the desk, hanging on for dear life as pressure built, all centered on what he was doing to her. She rocked against his mouth, not caring about anything but the completion that danced just beyond her reach. Then he shoved a third finger into her and she screamed as her orgasm sucked her under. While shudders racked her body, Grayson gentled his touches and pulled away.
She managed a laugh even as her knees shook. “How’s that for reality?”
“I’m just getting started.” He ran his hand up her spine again. When she tried to rise—since Danielle was the only one who’d finished, she had every intention of returning the oral favor—he stopped her with his grip on her neck again. “Wrists, please.”
“But—”
“Wrists, please.” Once again, he waited until she complied instead of trying to force her. It would have been the easiest thing in the world for him to position her how he wanted—and she would have loved every second of it. By forcing her to decide to do it, in a way he was putting the control solely with her.
Who would have thought she’d feel most in control when submitting?
As leather of her utility belt wrapped around them, heat shot through her. Even as he tightened the belt, forcing her arms behind her, she marveled that this was Grayson. Who knew the man would be able to make her come harder than she had with any other guy? How was she supposed to get over something like that?
The terrible thought surfaced and no matter how she tried to shove it away, she couldn’t. She must have tensed up, because he stopped rubbing her arms. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Grayson sighed. “I’d like to think I’m a man of reasonable intelligence. So let’s try that again. What’s wrong?”
If any other man had asked her that, she would have demurred. Or maybe gotten pissed and started a fight about something else altogether. But this wasn’t just some guy, no matter what she’d told Chelsea. “I don’t want things to change. Between us.”
And that was the crux of the matter. The fear that had her turning down his previous date requests, and that almost made her go home alone earlier. Danielle didn’t make a habit of hooking up and not sticking around long e
nough for messy emotions and complications to arise. Oh, she’d dated on and off since high school, but nothing serious. Hooking up was a completely different thing, though. She wasn’t an idiot any more than Grayson was. She knew sex was sex, and emotions rarely showed up. Real life wasn’t a story from her secret stash of romance novels—if they had sex it was entirely possible she’d fuck up their friendship beyond belief.
The thought of never sitting across a coffee shop table from him again made her want to cry.
His comforting hands on her arms tightened briefly. “Why would things change?”
It was such a guy question she almost laughed. Once again, the temptation arose to just brush this whole conversation off, but she didn’t think he’d let her get away with it anymore the second time than she had the first. “Because sex always changes things.”
…
Grayson couldn’t argue with her—sex did change everything—but he didn’t think now was the time to tell her that had been the plan all along. He thoroughly enjoyed every minute he’d spent with her to the point where his weeks had become a countdown to when he’d see her next. And he wanted more. More time. More talks. More of this.
She created such a breathtaking picture, naked except for her heels, bent over his desk with her utility belt binding her arms behind her back. When Danielle had stripped out of her catsuit, a challenge in her dark eyes, it had been everything he could do not to drag her over the desk and into his lap to finish this right then and there.
But they only got a first time once, and he’d be damned before he fucked it up.
He kissed the spot between her shoulder blades. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Who said I was talking about you being the one to play least-in-sight?”
Under no circumstances would he sit back and watch her walk away, but Grayson fought back the instinctive need to tell her so. He knew enough of her relationship with her father to know she wouldn’t respond well to him telling her how to live her life. If he tried to push her into something, her knee-jerk reaction would be to leave, even if she actually wanted to stay. So he had to make her want to stay.
He used her arms to leverage her up until she stood straight. In her heels, her neck was within easy reach and far too tempting to pass up. He ran his tongue over the top of her spine, surprised yet again by how much he craved the taste of her. Everything about this woman got to him on a bone-deep level. “Do you want to walk away?”
“No.”
Relief made him want to wrap her up and never let her go. It wasn’t until she said the words that he acknowledged that he had held the same fear that tonight would ruin everything. It didn’t matter how well he planned out things, or how carefully he played them, she could have easily taken what he gave and then told him she never wanted to see him again. He would have tried to change her mind and, if it didn’t work, he’d have mourned the loss of her presence in his life. As much as he wanted her—needed her—in his life, he wasn’t the type of man to try to force her hand when it came to staying. That she wanted to stay was more a relief than he cared to think about.
“Grayson?”
Get a hold of yourself, man. Now isn’t the time for this conversation. “We want the same thing, so let’s stop worrying about it.” He cupped her breasts and feathered his thumbs over her nipples.
“Mmm. Okay.” She arched against him, leaning her head against his shoulder. “But if we’re going to stop talking, maybe we should get on with the fucking.”
He laughed. “Yes, let’s.”
When he moved back, she turned toward him. The expression on her face stopped the command he’d been about to voice. She kept her eyes downcast, but there was no mistaking the need there—or the stubborn set of her chin. “I have a request.”
How very careful she was being, playing the game he’d started when they walked in here. “Yes?”
She seemed to force herself to meet his gaze. “I want to suck your cock while you sit in the boss’s chair.”
He hardened to a near-painful degree. As many times as he’d sat in this very office and imagined Danielle naked and in countless positions, that was one particular experience he’d been damn near obsessed with. Though it hadn’t been something he’d planned to demand—not this time—he didn’t have the willpower to turn her down.
Not when he wanted her so much.
He undid his cloak and dropped it near her pile of clothes. His shirt followed quickly after. When he reached for his belt buckle, she made a protesting noise. “Leave them on.”
How quickly the tables turned, though one could argue he was still in charge considering she was bound. Grayson suddenly didn’t care. He undid his buckle and freed himself, dropped into the office chair, and waited while she knelt between his knees. Having her here like this was almost too good to be true. He closed his eyes for a long moment, barely resisting the urge to pinch himself. Because this was real. He was in his office with Danielle—the woman he’d been unable to get out of his mind since they met—naked and on her knees in front of him.
He opened his eyes in time to see her take his cock into her mouth.
She moved slowly, humming a little in the back of her throat. As she licked her way down to his base, he took fistfuls of her hair, though he couldn’t have said in that moment if it was to control her movements or to keep it free of her face so he could see what she was doing to him. Her lips were brilliant red, even in the low light, and watching them slide down his cock was nearly enough to send him over the edge.
He held on to his orgasm through sheer force of will, refusing to let go until she’d done the same at least once more. If there were anything more captivating than this woman in the midst of an orgasm, he had yet to lay eyes on it.
As if sensing his faltering control, Danielle picked up her pace, taking him so deeply he bumped the back of her throat. Three strokes of that and he knew he wouldn’t last a fourth.
Grayson drew her off him and leaned forward to kiss her. When she tried to go for his cock again, he braced her throat with one hand while keeping a hold of her hair with the other. “Not so fast.”
“No fair.” She leaned forward, pressing her throat more firmly against his hand as if relishing the contact. “You finished me off.”
“No one said anything about being fair.” He maneuvered her up until she was standing in front of him. Though the temptation to keep her like this rose, he wasn’t sure she’d be able to avoid falling. He’d catch her—no way was he letting her get hurt—but the threat of falling might prevent her from giving herself over completely.
No fucking way was she holding back.
He pushed her back onto his desk and yanked off her shoes. “You aren’t going to need these.” Positioning her heels on the edge of the desk opened her to him completely. Grayson sat back and ran his hand over his mouth. He tried to breathe through his need to kiss her everywhere, touch her everywhere, fuck her right this very second.
He’d never be able to sit here again without seeing this mental picture.
With that in mind, he allowed himself a smile as he dragged a finger over her pussy. “You’re wet, love.”
“Yeah, well, an orgasm will do that to a girl.”
He pushed a finger into her, using his free hand to hold her hips in place when she tried to rock against him. “It wouldn’t be that you enjoy sucking me off, would it?”
“That’s just ridiculous.” Her eyes drifted closed as he used his middle finger to circle her clit.
He chuckled. “My mistake.”
“Yep. Make sure you don’t make it again.”
“Most definitely.” He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her as he leaned over to lick her again. Her back bowed as he licked and nibbled his way down from her clit and back again. Though he could spend all night tasting her, that wasn’t part of this night’s plans.
Reluctantly, he lifted his head, once again debating throwing the damn plan out the window. The night was young, a
nd there was plenty of time left to take this to the next level while still allowing himself an hour or two of driving her wild with his mouth.
Danielle cursed, interrupting his thoughts. “You’re killing me, Smalls.”
Which was the plan, though he had to laugh that she was quoting nineties movies while in this position. “God forbid.” He leaned back and lifted her to drape her legs over the arms of the chair. At the last minute, he remembered the condom. With a curse of his own, he yanked a packet out of the top drawer and ripped it open.
“Whoa. Boss man is a dirty birdy.” She frowned. “How the hell did you know he had a stash?”
“Mail guy, remember? I know all the employees’ dirty secrets.” The lie turned his stomach, but he couldn’t exactly tell her the truth until he’d proven how good they were for each other. Before he could think about how pathetic that excuse sounded, even to him, he rolled the condom on.
“Remind me not to let you look through my mail.” Her laugh was cut short as he pulled her down onto his cock, sheathing himself to the hilt. She arched against him, but with her hands bound and her legs in their position, she was helpless to do much more.
Grayson took full advantage of that, trapping her against him with his arm across the small of her back and wrapping his fist around her hair. He kissed her even as he ground against her, his tongue lashing hers.
She pulled away with a gasp. “Grayson, please. Please let me touch you.”
Part of him wanted to deny her, to keep her helpless until he drove her out of her mind with pleasure. But the need to have her hands on him rose, so strong it was as if his very skin cried out for it. This had never been a problem before—when he’d been with other women, he’d had no problem keeping them tied until they were both exhausted—but things felt different with Danielle. Yes, he enjoyed dominating her, but he craved her touch on a level that would have scared him if not for the fact that he was buried inside her at the moment.
He reached around her and undid the belt, giving in to that need for the first time he could remember.
Immediately she ran her hands up his sides and pulled him into another kiss. Though it was just as deep and desperate before, something shifted in his chest, falling into place. It was right with this woman. Everything was right with this woman.