She looked up at Connor and knew she was doomed.Attraction zipped through her, much like it had earlier this afternoon when he’d told her to lock the door and go to the middle of his office.No matter how nervous he made her, she wanted what he offered.
“Now you have a big choice.”
“Oh?”
“We can explore the last room.”
“What’s in the last room?”
“It was a bonus space, mostly used for storage.But I’ve converted it to a playroom of sorts.”
Her blood became a bit sluggish.“I assume you’re not talking about board games.”
“You’re correct.”
“And the second choice?”Her voice sounded tremulous even though she was trying to pretend she was unaffected by him.Truth was, she was dizzy with desire.
“You can lift up your skirt and bend over the bench at the end of my bed and beg for your punishment.”
Her knees went weak.“I don’t suppose ‘none of the above’ is a choice?”
“As I told you, you always have a choice.I’m not a beast.”
Shocking herself, she then said, “And what if I sayallof the above?”
He arched one eyebrow.“I’d say which order do you prefer?”
“Um, the playroom,” she suggested.
“And I’d respond that the correct answer is, whichever you prefer, Sir.”
She swallowed deeply.“That means…”
“In future it will mean additional punishment.Tonight, we’ll just consider that I’m instructing you about my expectations.”He paused.“Would you like to answer the question again?”
“Whichever you prefer, Sir.”
“You couldn’t be more perfect.Come here.”
She took a step, closing the distance between them.
Each time she interacted with him, she found him more compelling, more dangerous.Logic should dictate that familiarity would make her feel more certain, but it had the opposite effect.
“You look beautiful,” he told her.
As he focused on her, his gray eyes seemed darker in color than they had appeared earlier.
With his large palms, he framed her face.She parted her lips slightly, silently praying he’d move in for a kiss.
He brushed back strands of hair that were curled around her cheekbones, and she reached up to place her hands on his wrists.
“Behind your back,” he said.
“Is that a rule?”
“Not always.Only if you’re told.”
“I like to touch.”
