Page 137 of The Prize

Arousal sparked every cell in my body and my sex felt a rush of pleasure. “Don’t go.” I couldn’t stand to be away from him.

“Time for some make-up sex.” Tobias spun me round, and I reached out and rested my palms against the wall for balance.

My jaw slackened at his cheeky resistance and, no, I wasn’t going to let him manipulate me with that bad-boy seduction. I stood straight in rebellion, though when his fingers slipped into me I was walking a tightrope of need. Damn my body for giving me away. As he drove his fingers deeper I yearned for all of him.

“How long have you been wet, baby?” He crooned in my ear.

“Awhile.”

“You were thinking of me?”

“Yes.” I turned my head slightly. “Why now?”

“Last-minute opportunity.”

I pushed back, and he grabbed a lock of hair and tugged it in a show of erotic possession and there came a sting at my scalp. His right hand was delivering masterful strokes inside me as the tip of his thumb stroked my clit with precision causing me to rock against his strumming. My orgasm was so close I was riding its first wave.

“Come hard for me.” His husky voice exuded danger. “Understand?”

My sighs echoed as I squeezed my eyes shut, shielded by darkness, here in the quiet corner of the museum Tobias wielded his control over me with the mastery I’d become addicted to. I became one with his hand, quivering in this seemingly endless bliss as I gave myself over to his control. Lost to the world, gone from time and space, I became his willingly and shattered into a million pieces with his name on my tongue.

I gasped for air as his fingers slowed, bringing me down and bringing me back to now. When I finally managed to stand straight, he readjusted my skirt and gave a nod of approval as though he’d not just sent me hurtling into outer space, my thighs still shaky, my panting giving away I’d was wrecked from his dominance.

“God, you’re beautiful, Zara,” he soothed. “I’ll miss you.”

This discussion wasn’t over. I just needed to gather my thoughts after coming off this climatic pinnacle that still had my clit panging with pleasure.

He gave the kind of nod that would win in the boardroom. “Marshall will drive you home.”

“Excuse me?”

He gave a heart-stopping grin. “Don’t try that attitude with me, Leighton. You work for me now.”

My hand slapped to his chest and my glare matched my annoyance.

His smirk revealed his mischievous side as he nudged me up against the wall. “My Zara,mycurator.”

I was too far gone to defy him, too turned on to deny my body what it had been craving from the moment I’d met him. How would I endure being this close to him every day and not bending to his will?

I lifted the hem of my skirt in contradiction to my outburst, as though daring him to do me right here was perfectly acceptable and proving this was what I’d wanted all along. My fingertip ran along my cleft in a daring enticement.

His jaw tightened when he looked down at how wet he’d made me. “I can’t deny you anything. You know that.”

“I want you inside me.”

“Say it.”

“Your cock,” I said breathlessly. “I need it. Fuck me, please.” I moaned the last word.

Mesmerized, I watched him unzip his pants and offer his length, sculptured exquisitely and so hard, and when he pressed against me and slid between my thighs in a tease I moaned wantonly.

“Anything for you,” he whispered and lowered to slide his full length inside me.

I gasped when his sheer size filled me entirely, stretching me, owning me. He lifted my left leg to hook around himself and held it there. His mouth met mine and he smiled against my lips. “Zara, you will love your surprise, I promise.” He leisurely fucked me against the wall. “Doing this is important to me.” He grinned. “This too.”

I wrapped my hands around his neck and, as he lifted me up, both thighs wrapped around him and I clung with my heels crossed behind him. He banged me against the wall and each thrust felt like home and my body trembled from this blinding pleasure, feeling wild and safe and captured by him willingly, caught in the slipstream of this breathtaking orgasm.

He whispered into my ear, “You are my way forward.”