Once Upon A Time(31)

“Is that a bet, Mr. Black? I can tell you right now that the only desk I'll be coming over is mine by my own hand.”

I watched with fascination as his pupils dilated, his gaze becoming heated. His grey eyes changed right before my eyes, just like they had at Omega. The grey was gone and in its place was black; deep, dark black that seemed to go on for days.

Black by name, black by nature.

“Are we making a wager, Ms. Miller? Poker is more my game, but with you, I’d be happy to play blackjack.”

“It doesn't take skill to win at blackjack. It’s all about the luck of the draw, the odds are stacked against you.” I crossed my arms defiantly. Smug asshole.

Suddenly, he was on his feet, his hands splayed between us on my desk as he leaned in close. "Lucky for you." He smirked, his lips trailing across mine in a gentle caress, leaving me breathless. Before I had a chance to respond, he pulled back. "I can count cards."

My body instantly responded to his. He was a mere inch away from me, the heat from his body radiating through my very skin, seeping in deeply. I was becoming breathless from his presence, the burning need to thread my fingers in his hair and pull his lips back to mine becoming unbearable.

“I have no problem slapping you again,” I whispered breathlessly, the fire inside me burning, licking flames in places I never knew really existed.

“You’re enjoying this,” he said, slowly moving around my desk, stepping towards me.

“And what do you think 'this' is exactly?” I whispered, our eyes locking as he nudged my knees apart with his, stepping between them.

He paused, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips as I felt the shock of his fingers against the exposed skin of my thigh. “Foreplay. It’s always foreplay with you.”

I rolled my eyes, portraying my nonchalance at his words but if anything, I was so damn turned on my head spun.

“I told you once, you don’t even know me.”

He methodically placed his other hand on my other thigh, pressing down with delirious pressure as he came to his knees before me. He gazed at me for a moment, my breath catching as his eyes mesmerized me, before lowering his lips to the hem of skirt –which had now ridden up a few inches from having my legs spread to accommodate him.

I gasped, a whimper escaping my lips as I felt him run his tongue around the very edge of my skirt, flicking expertly against my flushed skin. A slow rising moan left me as his hands trailed from my thighs, moving at a slow, delectable pace, the fabric of my skirt moving inch by inch as he exposed more and more of my skin.

“I may not know what your favorite movie is, where you grew up or what your favorite meal is, but I do know the unique scent that fills the room when you’re turned on. I know your scent makes me hard as fucking steel and I know that if I ate you until you screamed, you’d still beg me for more.” He smirked, staring back up at me. I could only watch in rapt fascination as he moved back between my thighs. “Oh, Payton.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. I moaned hard as he gave me one swift lick against my sensitive skin before standing to his feet. “No panties again?”

Standing at his full height, he buttoned his suit jacket as if turning me into a damn frenzy was a normal every day thing.

“You know all that from fucking me once?” I forced out, straightening my skirt and standing from my chair. “How about you?” I pointed, moving towards him. “You fuck random strangers in your offices with your flashy, voice-controlled doors, you like to call woman princess – do that again, by the way, and I'll rip that hard as fucking steel dick from your body, and you have a tattoo on your rib cage which you won’t discuss. How’s that? Am I at least a little warm in my assessment?”

I titled my head slightly, trying to gauge his reaction. There was none. Instead, I watched as his pupils changed from their pin-pricked state and the utter lust in his eyes disappear as the molten grey hue returned.

“I want you.” He paused, his hand suddenly cupping my chin, straightening my head. The simple touch had heat pooling between my thighs. He moved in, his lips so close to mine. “In my fucking office on Monday.”

With that, his hand fell from my face and within a blink of an eye he was out of my office, slamming the door shut behind him.

What the fuck just happened?





“SO HE JUST STORMED OUT? Who does that?” Kylie's voice pierced through the room, causing the entire coffee shop to quiet and stare at our table.

I shrugged as I took a long pull from my coffee. It had been two days since my run in with Gabriel in my office. I had called Kylie the moment my breathing went back to somewhat normal and, of course, her squeal had me cringing against my phone.