2. Chapter Two #2
“There is something you can help me with.” He stalked around my desk.
My pulse kicked up a notch. “Marcus.” I rose to my feet.
“Put them on.” His voice was low and firm and sent shivers up my spine.
“Later.” Much later. Maybe never.
His green eyes darkened. “Now.” This time there was a command in his voice.
My hand hovered above the box. I shook my head as I realized what I was doing and forced my hand to drop. I was not like my mother; I wasn’t going to mindlessly obey a man.
“Our time hasn’t begun yet.”
Strong masculine hands closed over mine. His skin wasn’t soft, but rough enough to send shivers along my nerves and remind me he was all man.
“Put them on.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper that stroked my skin like velvet fingers.
“You know you want to. Think about how they will feel against your skin. How they will cause your nipples to harden and rub against your bra, making your breasts more sensitive. When I take them in my mouth, you’ll cry out with pleasure. ”
I pried my hands from beneath his to grab the edge of my desk before my knees gave out.
The images his words invoked caused my pussy to spasm and my nipples to tighten into hard buds.
If he could do that with words, how was I going to survive his touch?
Without saying another word, he lifted the lid on the box.
He pulled the smaller box out and cradled it in his large hands. A small earthquake shot through my body. How would those hands feel on my skin? In my hair? Stroking my pussy until I climaxed? My mind went blank.
His long fingers toyed with the top button of my blouse as our gazes locked. I held my breath as he undid the first button and paused. He was waiting for me to say yes, but I wasn’t ready to give him that kind of power yet, so I remained silent. Marcus grinned and undid the next button.
So much for permission.
When he undid the third button, I muttered, “I didn’t say you could continue.”
His gaze met mine. “When you agreed to the weekend, you gave me permission to touch you.”
True. I hadn’t thought of that when his palms skimmed over my neck. Awareness flowed through my body.
He didn’t stop, slipping his hands under the fabric and pushing it down my arms, trapping them against my sides and baring my lace-covered breasts to the cool office air.
My skin tingled at his light touch, and my breathing grew shallow. I should stop him. We were at work. “Marcus—”
“So beautiful,” he whispered, his breath brushing my cheek. “I knew they’d be.” He shook his head as if trying to clear his mind. “If you’re going to object, now is your last chance.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. The heat in his gaze and the need coursing through my body kept me mute. His palms covered my breasts as lava exploded in my blood, and I fought against letting out a needy moan.
Next thing I knew, he’d maneuvered me so my ass rested against my desk, and his chest brushed my sensitive, lace covered breasts.
I finally found my voice. “This is a bad idea.” We were in my office and anyone could walk in. What was I thinking letting this go so far? That’s the problem. I wasn’t thinking. My brain had short-circuited the second he touched me.
“This is the best idea I’ve had in a while.” With deft fingers, he undid the front clasp of my bra. My breasts spilled out as the lacy cups peeled away.
I tried to lift my hands, but they were trapped by my clothing. Damn it. “Marcus.” I called his name again, making my voice as firm as possible, but it came out soft and filled with need.
The rings he’d taken from the box rolled around in his palm with a metal twang , echoing through my office. God, I wanted his bare hands on my breasts, caressing them, making me ache for his touch.
“Let me tell you about these little beauties.” He leaned forward, his breath caressing my cheek. “I created these to give a woman pleasure. That’s why I love R I can create things for pleasure, both giving and receiving.”
He spoke of pleasure, not pain. How could that be right? His thumb brushed over my nipple, a tremor sweeping through my body. He did the same to the other nipple, causing the same reaction. My pussy clenched as my skin heated with pleasure.
No. I couldn’t do this. Not here. Not yet. I glanced up, and my gaze clashed with his. “Stop. Now.”
His gaze hardened, but he removed his hands from my breasts.
I took a deep breath. I’d been afraid he wouldn’t listen to me, and he’d continue regardless of my wishes.
He didn’t say a word, but his gaze never left my face as he fastened my bra, slid my blouse back onto my shoulders, and re-buttoned it.
“We’ll try these out, later.” He replaced the nipple rings in their box. “Actually, I’ll take them with me. I’ll see you at six.” Stepping back, he walked out of my office.
I collapsed into my chair, heart pounding.
Dear God. I raised my trembling hand to my chest. Marcus had listened to me. I’m not sure if that made me happy or sad, but he’d listened.
It was more than him stopping when I asked—it was my reaction to his touch, the excitement of anticipation that swept through me when he touched me.
Fire burned low in my belly, and my pussy throbbed with unfulfilled desire.
If I reacted this way, and my reaction wasn’t one I was expecting, how would I get through the weekend with him?
I couldn’t back out of the weekend. I’d given my word, and I didn’t renege on my word.
Plus once it was done, that would be it. He’d leave me alone; that was the deal.
Why did I have the unsettling feeling my life was spiraling out of control?