Chapter 35 Lexie #2
If his call was about a patient or procedure, I wouldn’t dare.
But he already warned me it’s just a dreaded quarterly budget meeting, which is mandatory since he bought into the practice.
So naturally, I need to remind him what he’s missing out on.
I flip on to my stomach, slip my shorts below my ass, and snap.
The perfect photo takes more shots than it should, and a Pilates-inspired flex move.
But when I finally capture the right one, I grin.
Theo will die when he sees it. My man is a certified ass man.
Holy shit. My man. Is he? I think he is. We haven’t had “the talk” which seems premature since he’s fake engaged to someone else. But, the idea of him not being in my life nearly guts me.
A moment after I hit “send”, I get the exact response I’m hoping for.
Theo: Babygirl, you are playing with fire. You better prepare yourself because when I get to your place, you will pay for this.
Oh God, I fucking hope so. Thirty minutes later, a loud pound on the door jolts me upright in the bed. I look down at myself, my cotton shorts, my tank with no bra, and grin. Through the peephole, Theo stands in the hall, his face serious and determined, and my heart skyrockets.
I tilt up my head, and open the door. He chooses to ignore my teasing stance, storming in past me and slamming the door. “I warned you.”
That’s all he says, and my body quivers as I back into the corner.
He spins me to face away from him. My chest slams against the wall, and I yelp.
The air has shot out of my lungs and it’s fucking heaven.
I look over my shoulder and the devil stares back.
Dark, primal, savage need faces me, and I’m so dazed I might collapse.
He grips my jaw, hard, and punishes my mouth with his lips. When he releases, I press my chest into the cool wall and push out my ass. He reaches around, slides into my shorts, and grips my pussy with so much dominance I nearly choke.
“You’re already wet. Were you up here tonight, touching yourself because you love distracting me?” He grunts into my ear with a throaty taunt. “I told you I was working and you didn’t fucking listen, did you?”
God, I love pushing him. Slickness spreads, wetting my inner thigh, knowing that I can make him break. “That’s what you get for ignoring me.” I need him to touch me, now, but I restrain. “You need to learn you’re not always in control.”
Oh fuck, he does not like that. Which makes me love it.
“You think you are so fucking tough, but I feel you shaking,” he husks against the shell of my ear as his tattooed arm around me tightens. “You want this so bad you’re trembling.”
He’s right. My control is slipping and the more I try to grasp it, the more I lose. He drags the length of his cock against me through fabric but the tease isn’t enough.
I need all of him.
A hand slides up my stomach, rips down my tank, and my tits bounce free. As the knuckles in one hand graze my slit and his other tugs on my tight nipple, a wild heat invades me. My knees buckle, but his powerful arms hold me steady.
“You’re soaked,” he says with a low rumble as he keeps tracing my clit, my cunt, my skin. “You greedy fucking girl, look at the way you’re coating my fingers.”
He grips my jaw again, dragging it to the side and kisses me, hard. An unsteady, shaky breath leaves my mouth. I reach behind me to grip his cock outside of his jeans, but he tilts away. “You don’t get to touch what I don’t tell you to fucking touch.”
His words nip at my skin like a flogger. This is my punishment for defying him. “Don’t you want me to touch you?” I say, breathless.
He doesn’t answer, but a finger slips inside me, and I moan. He moves to the side of me, and grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Keep your fucking eyes on me when I’m touching you,” he says and slips in a second finger. “I’m in control now, do you understand? You will do exactly as I say.”
Oh God, oh God… I can’t stand upright. Pleasure soars through me as he’s knuckles deep in my cunt. Stars fill my vision, my breath turns choppy and ragged. The wall and his arms are the only thing keeping me upright, and oh… oh fuck… he pinches my swollen, throbbing clit and heat surges through me.
“Did you honestly think I was going to let your behavior slide?”
I swallow at the harsh tone and moan as he shoves his hands in my shorts and drags his fingers across the collection of nerves. “I… love playing with you,” I stammer without any of the confidence I’m trying to portray.
He stiffens, yanks my shorts down to my knees and lands one, then two, then three hard, sharp smacks on my ass. My breath seizes. Hot, blinding tears spring to my eyes, and I moan into the wall. “That’s what you get for making me so fucking crazy today I couldn’t concentrate.”
And then he’s on his knees. The flat of his tongue runs over the stinging pink flesh on my cheeks and he smooths it out with his palm. He lifts each ankle to slide off my shorts and tosses them to the side.
And then he spends the night deliciously making sure I pay for what I did.