Seduced by Him(4)
It was hard to look away from his full lips. The man had the sexiest darn lips I’d ever seen on a guy. The always there five o’clock shadow on his jawline added to his appeal and his deep chocolate gaze framed by black lashes could make me sigh if I wasn’t mindful around him.
He stared down at me and I thought about what he’d said. “What do you mean by at least not for now?”
His lips twitched. “Nothing.”
Sighing, I nodded. “I need to finish callbacks.”
He caught my wrist. “Ansiley, what he said—”
My lip curled. “Only served to cement my thoughts on him being a pervert.”
Jeremy drew back from me, seeming to close off. “A pervert. Yes.”
Unable to stop myself I nudged Jeremy and winked. “Hey, don’t get me wrong, the talk of you spanking me part was nice, but the fact it was all coming from his mouth sort of ruined the fantasy.” I pinked up instantly. “I mean, well, I should get to those callbacks.”
“Ansiley,” he said. “Come here.”
Chapter Three
I obeyed because there was something in his voice that told me I had to. More than that. I wanted to. My vagina had its own private victory party, sensing what I was reluctant to admit. Sexual need hung in the air.
I’d only just spent the night prior listing all the ways I wanted to have sex with my boss. My best friends had listened, joked and told me to forgo panties from now on and just happen to drop a pencil near Jeremy’s desk, bend over and give him a show. Since I liked to think I had more class than that, I wasn’t commando.
Yet.
I inched around his desk, and the moment I was within arm’s reach of Jeremy he snaked a hand around my wrist.
Warmth and pure alpha male had hold of me. I knew as much and it turned me on. He wasn’t hurting me, but the promise of pain—pain I’d want was there in his dark gaze. “He was wrong to speak to you how he did.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“What you said?” He kept hold of me and I made no effort to pull away. I had hopes he’d pull me closer. Hopes that he’d do more. “About me spanking you?”
Something in his voice told me if I answered with a lie and told him I hadn’t thought about it, he’d leave me be—for good. I didn’t want that. Drawing up my courage, I spoke, “Yes. I said it would be nice.”
“You mentioned fantasy,” he answered. “Is it a fantasy of yours, Ansiley? Do you want that?”
“W-what?” I questioned, knowing full well what he was asking, but I was too chicken shit to answer.
“Do you want me to spank you?” His smoldering gaze bore into me.
My body responded to his closeness, to his commanding presence. He pulled me closer and I lost all resolve. “Yes.”
He hooked an arm around my waist, keeping my wrist held firmly in his other hand. He bent his head, his lips nearing mine. They were so kissable and close. A hushed sigh escaped my parted lips and he took it as an invitation. As permission.
It was far more than that.
He feathered his lips over mine to start with, and I arched my back to him, trying to get closer, but he called the shots. He was in control. I liked that. Liked surrendering myself to a man like him.
Jeremy covered my lips with his, darted his tongue into my mouth, and the seduction began. I didn’t fight it. I burned for more than just kisses. For more than what he was offering.
He eased his lips from mine and our gazes held. “Yes or no?”
I didn’t need to be told what he wanted an answer to. My body knew. As cream slicked my panties, I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he responded, his deep voice making my pussy tighten in anticipation. So many nights he’d been a fantasy lover. The one I imagined as I worked my clit in a frenzy. As I came hard around my vibrator. He was the man I told my friends was on my bucket list of things to do before I died. He was the only man on it.
He pulled me between him and his desk. He pushed on me and my butt met wood. I sat, knowing it was what he wanted. His kisses continued, working me into a dither. I moaned as he moved to kissing my neck, inching his hand up my thigh to the hem of my short dress.
“I love you in this color,” he murmured against my ear.
A smile touched my lips as I tipped my head back. “I know.”
“Do you know what I’ve wanted to do to you all day?” He traced his fingers over the tops of my thigh-highs. “I’ve wanted to call you into my office and demand you bend over my desk. Demand you let me do this.”
He slipped his fingers up and under my wet panties. I gasped as he dipped a finger into my slit, boldly and without hesitation. He met with resistance even though I wanted him.