“good girl,” as her mother had raised her to be.
“I’m not some blow-up doll here to do your bidding, oh arrogant one. You’re
delusional.” Her voice shook as she said the words.
“I’m determined,” he corrected. “All that reluctant arousal and the tender flush that
lights up your body—it’s nothing short of delicious. You fight it, cher, but when you give
in…you’re like honey to sink into. Thick and hot and so damn sweet. Those catchy little
moans at the back of your throat, the pretty way you finally ripple around my cock when
you’re on the verge of orgasm… Even the thought of you like that is like fire licking
through my balls.”
“You just don’t know when to shut up, do you?”
“Sure, I do. When you’re shoved full of my cock and are about to come so hard you
scream the walls down.” He smiled, wicked, taunting—turning her legs to jelly.
Morgan drew in a steadying breath, determined to find someway—God, any way—to
ignore him…and the wetness seeping out of her clenching vagina and drowning her
thong.
“Dream on, sweetie. It’s not happening.”
“You mean, not again?” he clarified, crossing his arms over his chest.
It occurred to her then that Jack was blocking the exit. And his expression made it
clear she wasn’t getting away until they’d hashed this out. Damn the man!
“Fine. You’ve shown that you’re an ass determined to get on my nerves and you have
some little computer you like to lock up for reasons unknown. Now move so I can get out
of here.”
“Actually, I think I’ve shown I’m a dominant determined to make a submissive in
denial admit that she likes to be tied and fucked until she can’t see straight. As for
what’s in here…”
He cast his hot gaze across the room. It wasn’t until then that Morgan noticed the
door in the corner hidden in shadow.
“Ah, you see the door now. There’s more beyond this space.” He didn’t elaborate. On
purpose, she knew. He was testing her. Tantalizing her with the truth. Trying to arouse
her curiosity as easily as he did her body. He’d definitely succeeded on the former. Damn
him! She refused to think for an instant about the latter.
“So the dead bodies are in there?” she asked tartly, with a bravado she didn’t really
feel.
“Something more sinful.” Jack stalked closer, the intent in his eyes to have her, to
fuck her, blistering his eyes.
She swallowed. “Stay where you are. Don’t come closer!”
In typical Jack fashion, he just kept coming toward her. He didn’t stop until he’d
settled his hands on her hips, bent his knees, and pressed her wet, aching sex right
against the ridge of his erection.
“Hmm. Your pussy is like summer in Louisiana, cher. Sultry. Intriguing. Inviting me
to spend the day lazing inside.”
Morgan tried to struggle away—before the hunger gnawing at her gobbled up her
good sense. Already the things he’d done to her in his bed haunted her. She didn’t dare
give in again and make leaving him when the time came even more difficult. And she
was no longer naive enough to believe that being with Jack in his way would cure her of
the forbidden midnight desires that made her sweat. She knew now he’d only make her
wants sharper, more explicit. More urgent.
“Let go and leave me alone.”
Jack took his sweet time responding, trailing the flat of his large palm over her ass,
then lifting her thigh above his hip, and leaning in to give her an electric nudge of his
cock against her aching clit. Then slowly, he released her and stepped away.
By then, her body was thrumming with need, the desire so loud inside her, the front
row of a heavy metal concert would be more sedate. She clasped her hands to stop their
trembling.
“You don’t give the orders, cher. I do, especially when I’ve got you all spread out
across my bed.”
Digging into the pocket of his jeans, Jack pulled out a set of keys, strolled across the
room, and unlocked the door. He flung the door wide and stepped inside long enough to
flip a light switch.
Morgan tried to peer in discreetly, but the light inside was dim and red against black
walls. She couldn’t see much, just low light and shadows. Her gut tightened with
apprehension…and devastating curiosity.
“Through that door, you’ll find my playroom. In there, I have every means to restrain
you, every tool to arouse, every toy to fuck you. You take a nice, long look around, cher,
so you can describe it on your show. I’ll come back in fifteen minutes. If you’re still