Chapter Five #3
“I’ve had water since then.”
“I noticed.” He studied me. “Tell me what you want.”
I slid my palm beneath the open edge of his pearl-snap shirt and felt the hard warmth of his chest. “I want your office. I want the door locked. And I want to be in charge this time.”
Titus drew a slow breath.
“All right,” he said. “You’re in charge.”
I took his hand and led him down the rear hall.
His office held a broad desk, filing cabinets, two sturdy wooden chairs, and a narrow window with the blind already closed. Titus switched on the desk lamp and locked the solid door behind us.
The click went straight through me.
I pulled off my boots and socks and set them beside my tote, then turned.
Titus stood by the door with his white hat low on his forehead. The dark-blue shirt stretched across his shoulders, pearl snaps catching the lamplight.
“Take off your hat,” I said.
He removed it and placed it on the desk.
“Sit down.”
Titus lowered into the heavier chair in front of the desk. He spread his knees and looked up at me, waiting.
Wetness gathered beneath my panties when he followed my directions without argument.
I stepped between his boots and unfastened the first pearl snap. It opened with a soft pop.
Then I opened another.
Titus kept his hands on the chair arms while I opened his shirt to the waist and pushed the cotton off his shoulders. His chest rose beneath my palms.
“You’re being very obedient,” I said.
“You haven’t asked for anything difficult yet.”
“I can fix that.”
“I hoped you would.”
I bent and kissed him.
Titus’s hands left the chair and settled at my hips. I caught his wrists and placed them back.
“I said I was in charge.”
His voice dropped. “Then tell me where you want my hands.”
“Not yet.”
I kissed him again, slower this time, and traced my tongue over his. He let me choose the pace, though the muscles in his chest tightened when I straddled one of his thighs.
My dress gathered above my knees. I moved against the hard muscle beneath his jeans, and the pressure rubbed exactly where I needed it.
Titus exhaled through his nose. “That feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Keep going.”
I rocked against him once more, then stood before I came against his thigh.
“Now you can touch me.”
His hands returned to my waist.
I reached behind me and lowered the dress’s zipper. Titus slid the straps from my shoulders and helped the blue cotton fall to the rug. I stepped out of it in my bra and panties.
His gaze moved over me, open and hungry.
“You wore that to the mayor’s office?” he asked.
“The underwear wasn’t visible.”
“I’m aware.”
“Then why does it matter?”
“Because I’ve been picturing what was under the dress since you walked into the bar.”
Warmth spread between my legs.
I unhooked my bra and let it drop onto the dress. “You could’ve asked.”
“I was working.”
“You’re very responsible.”
“It’s a problem.”
I smiled and pushed my panties down. Titus watched me step out of them.
His voice lowered. “Come here.”
“That sounded like an order.”
“It was a request with poor manners.”
“Try again.”
Titus held out one hand. “Come here, please.”
I placed my palm in his.
He drew me between his knees and kissed the inside of my wrist. Then his mouth moved up my arm while his other hand slid along my bare thigh.
“Sit on the desk,” he said.
I considered correcting him, but I wanted his hands too much.
“I’m allowing that suggestion.”
“Generous of you.”
I sat on the sturdy edge. Titus moved the chair closer and spread my knees.
The first stroke of his fingers through my wetness stole the rest of my reply.
“You’re soaked,” he said.
“I danced with a man who knew what he was doing.”
“He sounds useful.”
“He talks too much.”
Titus smiled and pressed his thumb to my clit.
My back straightened.
“That’s better,” he said.
He slid two fingers inside me and curled them while his thumb moved in firm, steady circles. I braced my palms behind me and opened wider.
“More pressure,” I said.
He gave it to me.
Pleasure climbed fast, sharpened by the locked door and the quiet bar beyond it.
“That’s what you wanted?” he asked.
“Yes. Don’t slow down.”
“I won’t.”
His fingers stroked deeper. I lifted my hips to meet him, and his thumb stayed on my clit.
“Look at me, Shay.”
I did.
“You walked into my bar where everyone could see you.” His voice had gone rough. “You took off those boots and asked me to dance.”
I tightened around his fingers.
“And now you’re naked on my desk because you decided you wanted me here.”
“Yes.”
“That’s it. Take what you came for.”
I came hard around his fingers, my back bowing as my toes pressed into the rug. Titus kept the exact pressure I’d asked for until the last pulse eased.
I drew a shaky breath.
“One,” I said.
His mouth curved. “You’re counting?”
“I number sober thoughts.”
Titus laughed and kissed my knee.
I slid from the desk, still sensitive, and reached for his belt.
“Stand up.”
He obeyed.
I opened his belt and jeans, then pushed them and his boxer briefs down together. His cock sprang free, thick and hard against his stomach.
I wrapped my hand around him once.
Titus’s breath caught.
“You like being told what to do?” I asked.
“By you.”
I stroked him slowly. “Sit back down.”
He stepped out of his boots and clothes before returning to the chair. His shirt hung open, framing his bare chest and hard cock.
I climbed onto his lap and straddled him. Titus’s hands settled at my waist but didn’t pull.
“Still in charge?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I lifted, guided the head of his cock to my entrance, and lowered myself slowly.
The stretch filled me one inch at a time. Titus held perfectly still beneath me while I took him deeper.
“Easy,” he said.
“I’ve got it.”
“I can feel it.”
I sank until he filled me completely.
For a moment, I stayed there, breathing through the fullness. Titus kissed beneath my jaw, then along my throat without trying to move me.
“Tell me when,” he said.
I rolled my hips.
“Now.”
I lifted and came down harder.
Titus groaned. His fingers flexed at my waist while I found a rhythm, riding him slowly at first and letting each downward stroke press him deep.
My knees held on either side of his hips, and my palms rested on his shoulders as I moved.
“You look so damn good taking me,” he said.
I tightened around him. “You can do better than that.”
“You want praise?”
“I want the truth.”
His hands moved to my ass. “The truth is I’ve wanted you on top of me since I read that line.”
I lifted and sank faster.
“The truth is I nearly lost my mind when you took off your boots in front of half the town.”
His voice roughened with every stroke.
“And the truth is you can have me as hard as you want.”
I kissed him, swallowing his next groan. Titus held me steady while I set the pace, lifting and dropping until the room filled with the sounds of skin, the chair’s faint creak, and our breathing.
I reached between us and touched my clit.
Titus caught my wrist gently. “Let me.”
I looked at him.
“May I?” he asked.
“Yes.”
His thumb replaced mine. He matched the circles to my rhythm without taking control of it.
The pressure built again, slower this time and deeper. I leaned back enough to change the angle, then drove down harder.
Titus’s head tipped against the chair. A flush spread along his throat.
“Shay.”
“Do you need something?”
He opened his eyes. “You know I do.”
“Say it.”
I slowed deliberately.
His jaw tightened. “Ride me.”
“That wasn’t begging.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Immensely.”