Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(112)

He wanted nothing more than to toss her against the wall and force his way deep inside her body. When he was inside her, everything made sense.

She took his hand, and before he had time to protest, she was pulling him into the house. They walked through the kitchen, toward the hall.

"Eric!"

What the hell was she doing? She pushed through the kitchen door and led him out into the main hallway.

Eric stepped out of the living room, his cell phone in hand. "Yeah, baby?"

She wasn't going to ask him, was she? "Do you have a problem with me taking Kellan upstairs and blowing his mind for an hour or so? It's been a stressful morning. I could use a little relief."

What the hell was wrong with her? He shook his head. "Man, I … "

Eric grinned and winked at Belle. "Go for it, baby. If I can knock this call out in less than an hour, I'll join you." He nodded Kellan's way. "Take care of our girl, man."

Belle blew him a kiss as she started up the stairs. Kellan found himself following, dumbfounded. Were they all out of their minds?

She was making their problems sound easier than they really were. She was taking something complex and making it so simple, as though all they had to do was love each other to make this work. As if the other guys wouldn't mind because she was their girl and all that mattered was working together to make her happy.

The trouble was, she wasn't his girl. He hadn't earned her. She belonged to Eric and Tate.

Belle grabbed the bottom of her shirt as she entered the room and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it to the side. Every inch of skin she revealed made his cock jerk.

His mouth started to water as she unhooked her bra and her breasts bounced free. She gracefully stepped out of her pants. What the hell was he supposed to do? Turn her down? Maybe she wasn't his, didn't belong to him, but she wanted to be with him. He hadn't lied to her, hadn't told her one untrue thing. Why shouldn't he take her?

He came up with a hundred reasons why he shouldn't leave the bedroom now, but only one of them really counted. He had so little time left. He couldn't waste a minute. He wanted her more than he wanted just about anything.

"Undress me." He didn't know how long he would last. They didn't have the time to do all the things he really wanted, like tie her up and spend hours torturing her with pleasure. Clamping those magnificent breasts would be the first on his list. He would use diamond clamps because they would set off the deep, rich color of her skin. A platinum chain would run between her breasts and down to the clamp he would affix on the jewel of her clit. It would bite into her, a pleasurable pain that would lead to the sort of orgasm that made her cry out and twist and plead for mercy. When it came to her, he didn't have any. He'd love to keep her on the edge all afternoon. She would scream his name out over and over again.

But the freaking contractors would eventually show up after their lunch break, and Belle would be angry if she got caught naked and tied up and bejeweled like the BDSM princess she was. He had an hour with her-max. Greedily he wanted to spend every second of it inside her.

Belle sauntered to him, lifting her shaking hands to the buttons of his shirt. Every second she worked to bare him, she blinked up at him, her unwavering stare allowing him to see the honest desire in her eyes. Gone was the shy girl who hid her emotions. He could see them playing out, could feel the caress of her hands over every inch of skin she uncovered. This wasn't a selfish girl trying to take her pleasure, but a woman offering all of herself to him. Kellan was suddenly humbled by her.



       
         
       
        

He caught her hand, some unnamable emotion welling inside him. "What are you doing, Annabelle?"

A glance around confirmed that this wasn't a mere haphazard encounter. She'd already turned the bed down. He could see a box of condoms lying on the nightstand. She'd planned this.

Her rich chocolate gaze never faltered. He'd taught her well-and she'd learned quickly. "I'm seducing you."

"You don't have to. You know I want you."

A little grin curved her lips up. "It's harder than you think. You're still fighting me."

"Did you send everyone away?" How far did her plotting go?

"Yes."

He sighed but let her hand go. She immediately went back to working to free him of his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders, then dropped to her knees, touching the button of his slacks. It was the first time she'd broken eye contact, and he found himself breathing again. When she watched him with her big dark eyes, he got lost in her.