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“Absolutely. I’m sure.”
I barely had time to register the heat that flashed in his eyes before his lips crashed against mine, devouring, demanding.
My heart raced. Heat pooled between my legs. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair again. Every nerve in my body came alive.
He gripped my waist and lifted me onto the desk, pushing papers and pens aside without breaking our kiss.
With his free hand, Wolfe reached down and pulled my panties down and off, shoving them into…his pocket?
“You’re taking my Walmart panties?” I gasped out.
“Yep.”
More heat poured into my system, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him close. Through the fabric of his slacks, I could feel the hard length of his cock pressed against my core. I rocked my hips, desperate for more friction, more contact. I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his chest, relishing the feel of hard muscle under his shirt. He caught my wrists and pinned them behind me with one large hand. “Keep them there,” he ordered roughly. “Don’t move them until I say so.”
A thrill shot through me at his commanding tone, and I whimpered, forcing myself to remain still, even as I trembled with anticipation.
Wolfe regarded me with those intense hazel eyes, as if trying to peer into my very soul. I flushed under his gaze, acutely aware of how wet I was for him already. His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, and I gasped when he dipped into my folds, stroking and teasing until I was writhing against his hand.
“Look at you,” he marveled in a low voice. “Soaking wet and ready for me.” His fingers brushed my clit, applying just enough pressure to drive me mad with need. “Tell me what you want, princess.”
“You. Everything. God.”
His expression softened, and he kissed me gently, soothing the flames until I calmed down a little. Then he slid his hands under my ass, and I gasped with surprise, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist when he lifted me. “Where are we going?”
He was heading towards the other end of the office, where all the boxes were stored. There were any number of things he could have in mind for me, and I wasn’t sure whether to be thrilled or scared.
He set me down next to the swing and went to the pile of boxes against the wall. Oh, Jesus, oh fuck. My legs almost buckled when he turned back to me, a wand vibrator in his hand. The low buzzing sound filled the room as he tested it, going up the settings and back down before switching it off. Raising his eyes to mine, he shot me a devilish smile. “Last chance. You gonna back out?”
“Not on your life.”
“That’s my girl.” He laid the wand back in the box and brought it over, placing it on the floor next to the swing. With his hands on my shoulders, he looked me straight in the eye. “Okay, Esme, this is how it’s gonna go. You’re going to hold on to those handles there and never let them go. I’m on the edge here myself and if you touch me, at all, I’m not going to be able to give you what you want. Do you understand? No touching.”
Good lord. “I understand,” I replied, my voice low.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to make this last as long as I can for you, but I will absolutely stop if I think you’ve had enough. That call is mine to make. But if you decide before then that you’ve had enough, you say ‘I’m done.’ You might feel desperate at times, and you’ll beg me to stop, but you won’t mean it. I’ll know you really do mean it when you say, ‘I’m done.’ You can beg me to stop, not stop, keep going, tell me you’re dying etc, but only the words, ‘I’m done,’ will finish this, unless I decide beforehand. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“What are the words?”
“I’m done.”
Satisfied, he kissed me again, a light, reassuring kiss that let me know I could trust him.
My pulse leapt when he maneuvered me backwards and gently placed me in the swing, using the cuffs to tie my legs and spread them wide for him. The feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable, had my arousal spiking. I gripped the handles, letting out a soft whimper when he dropped to his knees between my legs.
The sensation of his breath on my exposed skin sent shivers down my spine. He lowered his head, his warm mouth pressing against my inner thigh, teasingly close to where I craved him most.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Wolfe murmured, his words making me blush and squirm in the swing. His fingers trailed up my leg, barely brushing against my sensitive folds, before he finally tasted me with a long, slow lick. My body trembled involuntarily as pleasure surged through me.
“Oh god, I want…” I whispered, feeling desperate need coil inside me.
“Patience, princess” he replied, his voice low, before diving back in. I clenched my fists, trying to hold on to some semblance of control as he expertly edged me closer and closer to the brink, only to pull away.
He repeated this torturous dance several times, leaving me hungry for more. My chest was heaving, and I felt like I was going to burst out of my skin. Then he pulled back, smiling as he ran his hands up and down my legs, soothing me.
Just as I felt my body settling, he stood up, grabbed the wand from the box and moved to crouch behind me. Without a word, he positioned himself so I could rest my head on his shoulder, and he could press soft, fluttery kisses down my neck.