Chapter 45
Gen
Control wins.
He releases me and sits heavily back in his chair, dragging it forward until I’m standing between his legs.
‘God knows, I’m a greedy man, Gen,’ he says, surveying me through hooded eyes. ‘But I have never, ever wanted anything in this life as much as I want you.’
Desire curls through my belly, thick and heavy, as the man who consumes my thoughts directs those unimaginable words at me. As he looks me over. I may be the one standing, but now that I’ve given him the green light, he holds all the power.
And that could not be clearer right here, in this moment.
He reaches under my dress and runs a hand up the inside of my leg. Up my inner thigh. His fingertip grazes the silk of my thong lightly, and I suck in a sharp breath of need and anticipation through my teeth.
His eyes flicker closed in bliss, but he withdraws his hand straight away and smooths down the fabric of my dress.
‘Pull the top down for me, sweetheart,’ he says in a tone that caresses my skin like silk. ‘Those fucking tits of yours have been haunting me.’
‘At least you’ve seen them,’ I tell him. ‘I’ve seen nothing of you apart from your cock, which you seem to get out whenever I’m around.’
He throws his head back and laughs, his teeth a flash of white in the dim light, the sound of his mirth cutting through the cicadas.
‘You’ll do a lot more than see my cock tonight. I promise you.’
‘Good,’ I retort. The V at the back of my sundress is even more low-cut than the one at the front, so I have enough leeway to slip the dress off my shoulders and pull one arm out, and then the other.
I shove the bodice down so the entire thing is bunched around my waist, baring my breasts to the night.
To Anton.
The laughter dies on his lips at the sight of them. ‘Cup them for me,’ he barks. ‘I want them on a platter.’
I do as he asks, cupping a palm under each of my breasts and pushing them up so they’re on display for him. My nipples are hard and pinched, and not only from the cooling air.
He’s standing again. Sliding his hands over mine.
Grazing his thumbs over my nipples, his dark eyes locked not on my breasts but on my face.
He pinches, and I pant a little, because God have I wanted this man’s hands on my body for so fucking long, and now he’s touching me, and it’s even more perfect, more heady, than I imagined.
His lips brush against mine, and then his mouth finds me properly and his tongue breaches my defenses again, demanding. Invading.
‘Lean back,’ he mutters into my mouth, and I abandon my boobs and plant my palms flat on the table behind me so I can do as he says.
And then he’s trailing licks and kisses and nips along my jaw and down my neck and over the skin of my décolletage and then he finally, finally finds my breasts.
He puts one hand between my shoulder-blades to help support me as he catches one needy nipple lightly between his teeth and flicks his tongue over it.
I throw my head back and moan.
‘That’s right,’ he grits out against my skin before his tongue continues its exploration, flicks turning to long, decadent pulls of his lips while his tongue laves me.
He pushes further between my legs, the crown of his dark, tousled head the only thing I can see clearly aside from the broadness of the shoulders below it.
He switches sides, stopping briefly to grab an ice cube from the half-melted selection in the ice bucket beside us. He pops it in his mouth, and the sharp shock of cold on my other nipple has me crying out. I arch into him and push my palms down harder on the table.
‘Does that feel good?’ he asks after a few minutes of switching sides and rolling my nipples around with his ice-cold tongue.
‘It feels amazing,’ I manage, my voice high and needy.
‘Good.’ He looks up at me. His eyes are black and expression is fucking feral. ‘You need more, though, correct?’ He strokes down my bare back while he grazes along my jaw with the knuckles of his other hand.
‘Yes,’ I tell him. ‘Please,’ I add.
He grins, and it’s positively diabolical. ‘Nice try, sweetheart, but you know me well enough by now to know that’s not going to cut it. Is it?’
‘Probably not.’
‘Exactly.’ He lowers his voice. ‘What do you need?’ His tone is coaxing. Confidence-inducing. I roll my eyes, even though I’ve always known how it would be between us.
Because he’s just as familiar with my predilections as I am with his.
‘I need to come,’ I tell him. ‘I need to come from your hands and your mouth on me, because I’m so fucking sick of waiting.’
He cocks his head and rummages under my dress again, his hand sliding up my thigh. I automatically spread my legs wider for him.
‘And whose fault is that?’ he wonders aloud.
I sigh. ‘Mine.’
‘I would have fucked you that first day in your office, Gen.’
‘You and your team all seem convinced you have to fuck me to get your memberships,’ I say lightly.
Wrong call.
‘We are not going to discuss you being with anyone else, in any capacity, while we’re doing this,’ he snarls.
‘Understand?’ His fingers trail further up my inner thigh, far too softly and far too lightly.
‘And you know damn well the reason I would have fucked you that first time is because I took one look at you in that dress, with that haughty, uptight expression on your face and knew you needed me to fuck it out of you. Don’t you? ’
In an instant, he’s shoved my thong aside and driven two fingers inside me. It takes me by surprise, and it stings a bit, but it also feels like nothing else on earth, and I know when he finally fucks me I will lose my actual mind.
He closes his eyes for a moment and licks his lips like he’s trying to keep his shit together. Then he’s looking at me as he twists his hand and crooks his fingers.
‘Don’t you, gorgeous?’ he rasps.
‘Yes,’ I moan.
‘Yes what?’
‘Yes, I need you to fuck everything out of me.’
‘Yes you do.’ He pulls his fingers out pumps them back in slowly.
I can feel how wet I am. ‘Fuuuck,’ he groans.
‘All I’ve ever wanted to do is make you feel amazing.
Turn you inside out. I’m going to do that tonight, but you’re going to have to give me everything.
’ He presses his thumb to my clit and holds it there, and I nearly shoot off the table. ‘Got it?’
‘Yes,’ I gabble. ‘I’ll give you everything.’
‘Good girl.’ He drags the pad of his thumb down over my clit. ‘You see? It’s all a lot easier when you don’t fight me. Isn’t it?’
‘It—yeah.’ Jesus Christ. Once again I have the distinct feeling that he’s pulling some kind of hypnosis shit on me. The words he used in his office float hazily back to me.
Just let us fucking wipe your mind clean.
I promise you I already know what you need better than you do.
I know that to be true, and right now I want to surrender. I want to be putty in his hands. I want him to make everything that is not him, and his touch, and his cock, go away.
‘Good.’ He withdraws his hand and I’m instantly, cruelly bereft. ‘I’m glad we understand each other. I promise I won’t hurt you, and I promise to give you everything you want. Is your safe word still camellia?’
‘What?’ My brain is dulled. Slow. ‘Um—yes. Why?’ I figured we were going to have very hot, lust-crazed, and reasonably vanilla sex. Why would I need a safe word?
‘Force of habit.’ He smiles and leans forward, planting a slow, dreamy kiss on my lips before stepping back and holding out his hands to me. ‘Now get up and come with me.’