Even though their time together had been sexy and she’d come at least two or three times, she’d been left somewhat frustrated by the fact they hadn’t had sex.That bothered her more than she cared to admit.She ached to feel him inside her.
His office door opened.Until then she hadn’t realized he’d stopped talking.
With a guilty start, she dropped the nipple clamps.
“I’m looking forward to watching you put them on your tits tonight.”
Vertigo seized her.So much for her attempt at professionalism.She wasn’t sure how to feel knowing he would be blurring the lines between work and submission.
She’d been thinking about him since he’d left her condo.How was it possible that she hadn’t remembered exactly how devastating he was in a suit and power tie?
He exuded power and seduction.Though he was clean-shaven, his hair was just that little bit long, leaving him looking rakish.
Without meaning to, she glanced at his hands.She shivered as she remembered the way he’d spanked her, fingered her, squeezed her breasts.
She wanted him to do all that again.And more.So, so much more.
God.How was she supposed to survive the week?Professionalism, she reminded herself.“Good morning, Mr.Donovan.”
“Kelsey,” he said with a nod.“How are you doing?”
Because of the huskiness in his voice, she knew he’d been thinking of her.This wasn’t the way he’d greeted her yesterday, it was more intimate.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“Sleep okay?”
“Yes.”
He cocked an eyebrow and stared at her as if seeing through her.
She shifted, unable to hold the line on her lie.“I’ve slept better,” she admitted.
“Yeah?”He waited.“Me too.”
His response flabbergasted her.Had she somehow affected the dynamic Nathan Donovan?Even the possibility was enough to make her giddy.Screw professionalism.
“How does your ass feel?”he asked.
“No bruises.”
“Show me.”
It wasn’t a question or a request, she knew.Her mouth fell open.
“Lock the door and show me.”
His green eyes were icy with implacability.Using a safe word was always an option.But damn it, with her libido in overdrive, she didn’t want to.
Conscious of him watching her intently, she walked to the big double doors and threw the lock.
“Stop.”
Her back to him, she froze.
“Face me.”
A tremor passed through her.Slowly, conscious of making her movement as elegant as possible, she did so.
