Page 21 of Silver Fox Grump

I can’t live without him. I’ve strip-teased every night since he taught me to kiss, and I felt his erection.

I did that to him. He wanted more, but he’s avoided me.

“I need you…”

His frown deepens and something in me breaks.

“No one else will help, because they’re scared of my dad. I can’t even go out.” That’s part of the truth, but not all. I only wanthim. “One more lesson. Please.”

He’s impassive, but he hasn’t moved away. He’s a statue, unmoving, too still. But his lips twitch, as though there’s an interior fight behind a stone wall of his skin.

I step closer, so my breasts touch his middle, and my neck is craned up to see his face. He’s breathing hard, and so am I.

Heat blooms between my legs.

He shudders, the inner struggle finally showing.

“I need more lessons,” I whisper and slowly bring my hands to rest on his warm chest. His pale grey suit and impeccable tie are pristine. What is he like underneath all that restraint? His shoulders are broad, and the little I felt of him last time was solid muscle. “I’m begging you.”

There’s a tense silence.

I have all the smarts of that computer monitor in the corner. Maybe I’m imagining this spark between us? I’ve dragged my billionaire boss into a store cupboard and I’m groping him.

Perhaps he doesn’t want me and there’s another explanation for how he knew about me dancing on the table.

My hands fall away and my chin dips. Tears nudge behind my eyes.

Then Sev groans, and before I know it, he’s pulled me against the wall with his body.

“Fuck it.”

He grips my hair, tugging it so I look at him.

“You want to be taught about sex? This is what you should know, sweetheart.” The bar of his cock digs into my soft belly, so hard it almost hurts. “It’s risky to play with a man. He might decide to take everything your pretty eyes offer.”

The shiver of arousal that goes through me is indecent. My breath is in little pants.

“Or he could shut you up by filling your mouth with his cock instead, fucking your throat until tears run down your cheeks.”

Then his lips are on mine again, before I can say that I’m eager to do what he just said. That I would happily do that and more for him.

This isn’t a sweet kiss like before. There’s no holding back. He kisses me like he’s a wild monster, backing me against the wall until I’m trapped between the cold unyielding plaster and his solid heat.

“Is this what you wanted to experience?” He grinds his erection into me, only thin layers of fabric between us. “A man desperate for you?”

His cock is a hot iron rod digging into me, hurting almost, but it’s good pain. It forces a needy whimper from my chest.

“And you want another kiss,” he asks, pulling back and glowering down into my face.

“Yes.” I tilt my chin up in invitation.

“Then I get to choose where the next kiss is, sweetheart,” he replies, and it’s so low and full of danger and promise that I shiver.

“Sit there.” But before I can move to the boxes he indicates, he’s grabbed me by the waist and put me onto them. For a second, I’m a doll. I’m just the weight of a feather as Mr Blackwood lifts me.

He stands between my dangling feet and types a message with impatient taps of his fingers and half his attention, as he shares his gaze between the phone and me. Then he slips the device back into his pocket.

“Told them I’d be late,” he informs me tersely. “Now. Lift your skirt.”