Page 137 of Carnal Games

When I entered my office this morning, I stared longingly at the door, expecting Iris to rush in and brighten my day like a lucky charm. To feel the rush listening to her soft and sweet voice brings.

She makes me feel alive.

“Same as usual.” Her tongue traces her bottom lip before biting down as she listens to me. “About to head to another meeting.”

I lean closer to the screen and watch her fingers glide over the water surrounding her as she curiously hums. “Did you need anything from me?”

You.

I need you to be mine, rainbow.

I hold back from saying I called because I was missing her voice and wanted to hear it. I have no business having these desires, yet here I am. Everyone gives me a wide berth, keeping their distance due to my quiet nature.

Except for her.

She’s never been scared of me. Intimidated, yes. But not afraid to clash with me, put me in my place, and demand like a diva to display my emotions.

Iris doesn’t let me hide behind my self-constructed walls.

She treats me like I’m worthy of being seen and taken care of. Once she’s gone, I’ll be left bereft and lost. She doesn’t realize I’m free-falling into a new territory where she’s my parachute. Without her, I’ll plummet to the ground with no chance of surviving.

“Kian?”

I blink, realizing I haven’t spoken. “I wanted to make sure you’re adjusting to Seth.”

The sunlight hits her just right and I catch her smirking, right before she sasses, “I think you’re missing me and that’s why you called. You’re bored with me not there to bug you, aren’t you, Mr. Singhania?”

“Kian,” I correct her. The hitch in her breath is loud, sending all the blood rushing to my groin. On the screen, her tits heave like I sucked all the air out of her lungs. “No one’s around right now.”

Playing and tugging at the knot, which inadvertently stretches the wet fabric against her nipples and pushes her tits together, she decides to torture me some more. “I am not alone, Mr. Singhania. Sonya is working inside the apartment.”

She left a few minutes ago. “The maid is gone.”

“How do you know?”

“Seth is reporting every person that comes and goes,” I lie.

“Well, Mr. Singhania, I’m technically still not alone,” she sasses.

She’s riling me up and damn if it isn’t working. Zooming in on her face so I can see those mesmerizing blue eyes, I drawl, “I thought you hated it when I asked you to call me that. Was I mistaken?”

“I’m obeying your rule, is all.”

“You’re not.” Her lips tug into a grin. Such a brat. “Two can play this game,Miss Mannan.”

“Or you can end it by admitting you like me saying your name.”

“No.”

“Fine.” She sighs. “I’ll give you another option. Come home, relieve Seth of his duties for the day until it’s just us, and I’ll say your name as many times as you want.”

If I go home right now, she’ll bescreamingmy name, not saying it. I’ll spread her out near the edge of the pool, and eat her cunt until she’s hoarse from moaning it repeatedly.

“Will you,sir?”

Jesus fucking Christ! I jolt in my seat and shut my eyes as I get my breathing under control. My cock is another story. It’s never been so hard for any woman on the planet.

“Stop, Iris,” I growl low.