Chapter 12
Stash
Craving what I shouldn’t want.
Or touch.
Wasn’t that a typical problem with all men, including those in power? The only difference in a man with no standing in life, no wealth or influence over anyone except himself was that he couldn’t snap his fingers and obtain what he wanted.
I was in that position and had been long enough to know the gift should also be considered a sharp sword. Yearning for this woman was one thing. Acting on those sinful thoughts that had been ravaging my mind since she’d walked into my office were something else entirely.
Even though I’d tasted her before, that had been when she’d been nothing but a temptation, a longing that had required satisfaction. But now?
Now as she stood in front of me completely naked, her intense blue eyes staring back at me, the only thing I could concentrate on was calculating just how long her legs were and how good they’d feel when wrapped around my waist.
Although another thought crowded in of how incredible Saige’s lips had been to taste. Between seeing her on stage, saving her life, and confronting her in the alley, I’d thought of little else but stripping away all her defenses.
This woman was going to be trouble and not just because she was my employee. She knew and had seen too much, the very reason I’d challenged having an office filled with employees who could never learn the full truth behind the success of the Chertov Corporation.
A fight that had ended before I’d taken up the cause.
Here we were, her hourglass figure on full display for me to enjoy when in fact, a man like me didn’t deserve a reward after the shitshow of an evening.
But dear fucking God, my cock was painfully pressing against my trousers, more so than usual when she tormented me in the office.
“Turn around.”
She did as I asked without hesitation, although her body was stiff. She didn’t know how beautiful she was. Standing at six foot tall, in her heels she’d come close to being able to look me in the eyes. No wonder every man in the club had almost forgone the fight in exchange for flirting with her.
Saige Mitchell was unapproachable, formidable. At least to everyone but me.
Where her body had been quivering before, I sensed the same strength I’d experienced with her building once again. She stood tall, taking the opportunity to look all the way to the floor, lingering between my legs.
When she turned back to face me, I was at the point of destroying the control that had kept me protected in my earlier life as well as my new one.
With her, anything was possible, including being able to let myself go.
I placed the weapon on her dresser, taking my time in doing so.
She seemed fascinated by everything I did, but her interest never failed her.
Her gaze dropped from my bare arm and the dagger I’d had inked on my skin long before coming to terms with accepting my father’s last name.
His insistence of course, the man accepting no less than my forgiveness and the honor of bearing his name. As before, her gaze turned more carnal when she shifted her eyes to the thick bulge between my legs. The hint of embarrassment from being caught doing so added an adorable shimmer to her face.
As I yanked off my shirt without unbuttoning it, the longing look turned into a deeper sense of appreciation. I flexed my arm, allowing her to see the full effect of the artist’s rendering.
Her breathing was increasingly labored, the slight dart of her tongue across her bottom lip as enticing as the woman herself.
When I walked closer, she was determined to stand her ground, even if her body was swaying.
I folded my fingers, showing her my hand before rubbing my knuckles down the side of her neck, taking my time to roll them over her shoulder blade. When I reached the cleft of her breasts, she captured and held her breath.
Perhaps she knew every sound she made drove me crazy. With gentle strokes, I rolled the knuckle of my index finger around her nipple, admiring the beautiful shade of rose. Every inch of her was exquisite.
“Perfect,” I muttered, her soft moan a response. “Every inch of you.” I was torn between fucking her long and hard from the beginning and taking my time enjoying the moment.
There was some value to never allowing this to occur again. Although once I was enthralled with a shiny new toy, my personality was such that I didn’t easily give it up. She could quickly become something I’d never allow out of my sight.
How fascinating that an event like tonight could change everything. Yet as I finally allowed myself to tweak her hardened bud between my fingers, various more structured thoughts crowded out the insane ones.
She was my employee. However, now, she was much more. She’d witnessed the other side and, in all practicality, I shouldn’t let her life resume as it once had.
Saige was both a valuable asset and a woman who could cause great pain with the right connections.
Worrying about that could wait for another day.
Tonight, she belonged to me.
The tiny moan that surfaced fueled the energy between us.
She wasn’t touching me, but I could sense she was close to challenging the power I held over her.
The toys had been the catalyst for both, unlocking my notion that she was capable of accepting the man inside while she’d realized she could let go with me.
I cupped both sides of her face as I’d done before, crushing my lips against hers. The moment was sweeter than I’d intended, her hands gripping my wrists.
The taste was sweet, her tongue working to strip me of easy dominance, but I refused.
And I wasn’t done with tasting her. As soon as our lips were parted, I tilted her head, dragging my tongue around her soft lips to her chin.
She didn’t fight me, her eyes half closed as I licked down the soft flesh of her neck.
When I fisted her hair, I was rewarded with a gasp just before I engulfed her nipple. I could easily suckle her sweet rosebuds for a long time. Flicking my tongue back and forth, I refused to let her go, taking my time to ensure she was wet and throbbing.
She was more trusting of me than I’d thought possible, never moving as I rolled my lips to her other nipple. When I bit down on the tender tissue, a quiet purr escaped her lips. Why was it that every sound she made was so enticing?
I crawled my hand down her stomach, rolling my index finger around her belly button before slipping my hand between her legs. Shit. The woman was on fire, so hot to the touch that I was certain my skin was seared. She was still trembling, but I gathered more from excitement than anything else.
As I curled my fingers, she rose onto her toes, stretching her body until she was as tall as my hold would allow.
“Don’t worry, Saige. I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”
My voice seemed to rattle her even more. I could tell by the way she sucked on her bottom lip. Did she have a clue everything she did could drive a man nuts? I dared not tell her because she’d use that against me.
I fingered her clit, flicking the tip back and forth while she squirmed in my hold. The second I dipped one finger past her swollen folds, I knew I couldn’t go much longer without tasting her.
With my eyes never leaving her, I enjoyed watching her reactions as I toyed with her sweet pussy. She was tight, so much so I had to wonder when she’d been touched last. Even if the thought alone created a wave of possessiveness.
No one would be allowed to touch her again.
Did that make me a bad man? I could think of worse reasons for the label.
I pressed my finger deeper inside, even adding a second. She wiggled as I pumped gently, finally to the point she was writhing against me. No longer were her murmurs soft as a kitten would provide, but those of a lioness hungry for the king of the pride to fulfill her needs.
When I pulled away, allowing her to stand, she gasped for air. The way her eyes darted back and forth across mine, searching for answers brought another wave of delirious need.
“Lie down on the bed.”
This time, she blinked and studied me. “Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
Her lips twisted and I could see the spark in her eyes eager and willing to fire off her usual sass. Was there a part of me that hungered to lasso her energy, forcing her to surrender? Oh, hell, yes. I could easily find myself grooming her into becoming everything I needed.
But what fun would that be?
The very reason I wasn’t interested in dating anyone was how easily I grew bored. Not with her. Every day was an adventure, today included.
She backed away, dropping her gaze to my trousers. “Take off your pants.”
“You don’t seem to understand that you will do as I say.” I held my fingers in front of me, enjoying the way they were slickened and glistening in the light.
Her expression was unreadable, but she didn’t fight me, easing onto the bed.
She watched in silence as I licked my fingers. The taste was incredible, sweet like peaches. I couldn’t wait to bury my face into her wetness.
When I reached for the handle to the drawer hiding her toys, her breath hitched. “Those are mine.”
“Now they’re also mine. I suggest you remember that or I’ll need to shackle you to the bed.
” Her cheeks suddenly flushed and she pressed her hand across her mouth.
The air between us was heavier than before.
We weren’t strangers, but our knowledge of each other was skin deep.
That made the moment that much more enjoyable.
I couldn’t wait to explore every inch, discovering all her darkest secrets. The sex toys were the tip of the iceberg.
When I selected the long, thick vibrator, her eyes opened wide. I couldn’t help myself, flicking it on to the highest setting. The whir had a rhythm.
“Not like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I want you on all fours.”
“Why?” She appeared concerned, as if I had terrible plans for her.
“I could use the classic line once again of because I told you to, but the truth is, you want this.”
“Want what?”