“See, I have this problem,” he stated, grabbing at my wrists and pulling them from his chest, placing them at my side. Leaning in close, his lips grazed my ear and an involuntary shudder went through me. “I like my privacy, and you, Miss. Miller, just compromised it with your blonde hair, electric blue eyes and a peach dress that should only ever be worn by the bedroom floor.”
Speechless.
I was completely speechless.
But my body was doing all the talking necessary. My nipples had hardened beneath the lace confines of my bra, painfully brushing against Mr. TDD’s suit jacket. My pussy was clenching hard, not from his words but by the voice that had captivated me in the first place.
“I – I need to get back to my friends,” I stammered, unable to control the liquid pooling between my thighs. “They'll be wondering w-where I am.”
Like hell they will, I thought.
“Is that what’s really running through your pretty head, Miss Miller?” he whispered, his lips still achingly close to my ear. “Because your head and your pussy are in a battle right now and the smell of that battle is fucking intoxicating.”
My blood instantly boiled. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Okay, I was being nosey, and yes, if I hadn't gulped back that last cocktail I probably wouldn't’t be standing in this predicament with him. But he just referred to my damn vagina and I didn't even know his name.
“You need to let go of my hands.” I growled, moving my head towards his, which was still too damn close to my ear.
He pulled his head back an inch, just a freaking inch. The tip of his nose brushed against my own, his mint-scented breath mingling with mine as I panted. Why the hell was I panting? I noticed his hands hadn't left my wrists and the minute I was about to scream he quickly cut me off.
“I haven’t let go of your wrists for a simple reason, Miss Miller,” he said, squeezing the flesh for good measure. “It’s because what I’m about to say would probably earn me a slap across the face.” He chuckled, running his nose against mine. “And I’m quite partial to my face.”
“You piece of sh—”
The stranger suddenly pinned my wrists above my head, his body instinctively moving in closer to my own.
“Remember, you were listening in on my conversation, not the other way around. So before I let you walk out of this office, you’re going to listen to what I have to say.” He growled. Oh my, he actually growled like a fucking lion. “You find me attractive.”
I… well shit.
“No,” I replied meekly.
Lie. Absolute fucking lie. Of course I found him attractive, any female with eyes and a fully operational vagina would find him attractive.
“That wasn't a question, Payton.” He smirked, still running his nose along mine.
I think I died. No, really. Somewhere between him stating that I found him attractive and him grounding out my name with that voice of his, I actually died. Wait, was that a… british accent hidden beneath his lethal voice?
“You know nothing about me,” I whispered in the smallest voice possible. This man was turning me stupid with the look of dominance in his eyes, by the voice that was keeping me captive.
“You have been in my office for ten minutes. That’s long enough for me to know that if I ran my fingers over your panties, you’d be completely fucking soaked. I also know that you’d scream in ecstasy when I run my tongue over, across, inside your pussy right on the very desk you keep eyeing behind me.” He paused, ghosting his lips across mine before pulling back. “I also know, right now, you've never been so fucking turned on in all your life.”
I closed my eyes tight. He was right. I’d never been so turned on in all of my life that it was making me panic. I had literally met this man only ten minutes ago. How was it possible that within ten minutes he could turn me on so much without even touching me?
Mr. TDD had damage written all over him. Damage lured me, pulled me in and tempted me to the point of no return. Damage was my middle name and he was seducing me by using his own damage against me. He was playing with fire… it’s a good job I welcome the burn.
“So sure of yourself, aren't you?” I asked, grabbing his attention, plucking my confidence out of thin air. He pulled back just enough for me to see the dark coloring of his eyes. Jesus, they were so unique. “But you've got one thing wrong.” Leaning forward, I moved my lips to his ear, matching the movements he'd made on me moments ago.
“I’m not wearing panties.”
I REGRETTED IT THE MOMENT the words tumbled out of my mouth. What the hell was I doing? I should've been pushing him away from me, slapping his ridiculously handsome face. I should've been removing myself from the situation, yet I was goading him. Why? Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe even my blissful state of mind due to the client I had been given, or just maybe it was the heady scent of my stranger, who was pressing every inch of his body against mine.