Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” I smiled. It was powerful when you felt good about how you looked. Almost like a drug, and hearing him confirm that magnified the effect. I couldn’t wait to have my hands on him. “What’s the other part of—”
It was then that I noticed it. In the low candlelight, I hadn’t realized there was a new addition in the room. One of the wooden, armless kitchen chairs had been brought in and placed on the rug in the center of the room. It was only a chair, but in my gut, I knew it was more, and anticipation wound tighter around me.
“Do you like it,” he said, “when I tell you what to do?” He took one confident step toward me, then another. “Is it one of your fantasies?”
Oh, lord. My blood sizzled. “Yes,” I gasped.
His pleased expression made my knees go weak. “I figured it was, because it’s mine too.”
“What’s the chair for?”
He didn’t take his gaze off me as he made his steady approach. He seemed to gain authority as he closed in. “That’s not important right now. Everything fits, right?”
My throat welled shut as he stood over me, his attention trapping me in place. I nodded slowly, transfixed by how dazzling his eyes were. Flecks of caramel mixed with rich mocha.
“Good. Turn around,” he commanded. “And hold still.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
I TURNED IN PLACE on my quivering legs, eager to follow Greg’s orders without knowing what they were about. There was rustling from behind me, and then his cool fingertips found the clasp of my bra—not to undo it, but to grasp the sales tag.
A snip rang out.
I held absolutely still as he methodically cut off the tags. When it was done, he set them and the pair of scissors on the bookshelf, ran his fingertips up the length of my spine, and leaned in until his chin rested on my shoulder.
“You’re going to be a good little girl and do everything I tell you to, aren’t you?”
Fire raced through my bloodstream. My eyes slammed shut, and I shivered at his delicious voice. “Yes, doctor.”
The heat of his body abruptly vanished, forcing my eyes open. I had my hands pressed to my thighs, willing myself to stay still and wait for his instruction, but the desire to chase after him was strong.
The chair that didn’t belong in this room creaked quietly as he sat in it. He settled for a moment before he spoke. “Come here.”
I went as fast as the heels on the rug would allow, but as soon as I was beside him, Greg’s hands ensnared my waist and positioned me before him. He walked me backward, taking me in once more with a sweeping, appreciative gaze. As soon as he had me placed how he wanted, he released me, sat back in the chair, and gripped the sides of the seat beneath him.
“I’m not going to touch you.” He declared it loudly, his voice ringing in the cavernous space, traveling up to the balcony of the second floor.
Anxiety ratcheted inside me. “What?”
“I’ve spent the last year wanting you, but I wasn’t able to touch. Tonight, you’re going to see what that’s like.” His gaze drilled deep down into me. “You’re going to watch what you do to me.”
“I don’t understand,” I sputtered, shifting on my heels as I stood before him, only an arm’s length away.
“You know how many times I imagined you coming to me? How badly I wanted you to seduce me?” He rolled his shoulders back in the chair and widened his legs, getting comfortable in his seat. “That’s my ultimate fantasy, Cassidy.”
Oh. My. God. My chest tightened. “You want me to seduce you?”
The smile that curled across his lips was like the devil’s, and it was fucking hot.
But panic bubbled inside me. I didn’t know the first thing about seducing someone. He’d always been the one to initiate and take the lead. I floundered instantly, not sure what to do.
He’d asked me to trust him, so I should have known. Sitting motionless on the chair, his hands curled around the seat, he was still in power. He still held absolute control over me.
“I can see your nipples through that bra,” he said. “Are you turned on?”
How could I not be? It was a rhetorical question, but I dragged in a breath. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to touch them? Do they ache?”
“Yes,” I said through tight teeth.
“Then, use me.”
My hands hung listlessly at my sides, but I tensed them into fists as I struggled to keep up. “Use you?”
“You want my mouth on them?” He looked sinister and sexy in the flickering candlelight. “Come and show me what you want.”
In a snap, I understood.
He’d guide me through the scene when I needed it.
I stalked toward him, channeling the sex kitten from the mirror, and leaned over the chair, shoving my bra-clad breasts in his face. I snaked my hands around his head, pulling his mouth from one nipple to the other as he licked and suckled through the mesh, teasing me until the cups were damp.