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“I want what you describe in the contract. I want what you promise to give me. I want the trust it says you’ll offer me.”

“And you’ll give me your trust?”

I stepped forward, hoped like hell it wouldn’t earn me a punishment, and wrapped my fingers around his bicep. “I wouldn’t be here, kneeling for you, unless you had it.”

“Which I noticed, but I also didn’t put it in the contract. Do you know why?”

I’d wondered. It seemed pretty standard. “Why?”

His lips twisted into an evil, wicked smile that made my knees knock together.

“Because,” he began, and threaded his hand into my hair. His fingers dug into my scalp and he tugged me toward him until our chests pressed together. “I like the idea of keeping you off-balance. I like the gasps you make when I say something that surprises you. I like the glares you fling in my direction like you’re trying to set me on fire when I piss you off. So, it pleases me to keep you guessing, and you’re going to give that to me, aren’t you.”

“Yes, I’ll try. Sir.”

“Good, because right now, I want you to take off your panties, hop onto my desk and spread your legs so I can taste you.”

Shit. A full body shiver wracked my body and Bennett’s smile went wide.

Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me harshly and I opened to him immediately. I sank into him, my hands went to his hips, shoving beneath his suit coat. I held him to me as he tilted his head, took our kiss deeper and I moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back abruptly, hands at the sides of my cheeks, and growled, “Panties off. On the desk now, legs spread wide.”