She was getting far too emotionally attached to him, and that wasn’t a good thing.“How about we get some takeout and watch something on TV?”
“No.”
“No?”
“If you think I could keep my hands off you while we were on a couch together, you’d be wrong.”
In response to his words and the way he regarded her, she twitched, making the plug shift inside her.It was unbelievably erotic.
His cell phone rang, and he checked the screen.“It’s Connor.I’ll take it in my office.”He answered the call as he walked to his office and closed the door.
She stared after him, sure of only one thing.There was no way she was going to make it that long without an orgasm.
Chapter Fifteen
For the rest of the day, he drove her mad.
Even though they shared an office suite, he texted repeatedly, reminding her not to masturbate.The more she tried not to think about it, the more consuming the idea became.
After work, he took her to a Vietnamese restaurant.When she excused herself to go to the ladies’ room, he told her to behave.It hadn’t occurred to her to play with herself until he’d forbidden the action.
Despite what he’d said earlier in the day, he’d selected a movie theater where the armrests could be lifted so that he could wrap his arm around her and absently stroke the side of her breast.
When he dropped her off, she expected passion.Instead, he gave her a chaste peck that left her even more frustrated.He reminded her to shave her pussy and be ready to go at seven-thirty the next evening.After soliciting a promise that she would obey all of his orders, he wished her sweet dreams then left her.
She tossed and turned that night in bed then woke up exhausted and set out to find a coffee shop with the largest cup available.
Because she’d gotten up so early, Saturday morning and the afternoon crawled past, no matter how busy she tried to keep herself.
Thankfully, the massage he’d booked for her was magical, and she all but melted into the bathtub when she arrived back home.She soaked for at least thirty delicious moments and took her time shaving her pussy.Her fingers brushed her clit, though, reigniting her.
When she was done, she still had almost two hours before he arrived, so she poured a glass of wine and sipped it while blow-drying and styling her hair then applying makeup.
At seven, she lubed the plug and inserted it before dressing then checking her appearance in the mirror.The boots made the outfit and everything fit fine, but hot nerves still assailed her, so she swiped on a coat of confidence-giving red lipstick.
She paced the floor, from window to the kitchen and back again, burning off energy and killing time.
At seven-twenty-five, a few minutes early, there was a knock on the door.
Her heart stuttered.
Remembering Gwyneth’s advice to own the outfit, Kelsey forced down the impulse to adjust her halter top and instead straightened her spine.
The second knock was more forceful.
She opened the door, and the sight of him standing there in black leather pants, boots, a form-fitting T-shirt and his bomber jacket stole her breath.Tonight, he had a sexy shadow on his face, one she knew was deliberate and manicured.
He was every bit the Dom she’d spent months fantasizing about.
Then she noticed he was holding a yellow rose.The man undid her.
“You look even more perfect than I’d imagined,” Nathan said.“And I’ve been imagining plenty.”
Air whooshed from her lungs at his approval.“I… Come in.Thank you.”She took a step back and he entered, closing the door behind him.
The room seemed to shrink and spin, and she wondered if he would always have this kind of vertigo-inducing effect on her.
“For you.”He extended the blossom.
