This time, the door was closed and locked with a decisive click.
He returned and moved aside the chair Nathan had been sitting in.Connor propped his hips on the edge of the desk with his legs spread.“Now, come here.”He pointed to a spot directly in front of him.“Let me greet you properly.”
She wanted to object.They hadn’t hammered out their agreement.Getting ensnared by him put her in a worse bargaining position.Then she told herself that it was too late.She was already captivated by him.
“Come here, sub.”
“I’m not your submissive.”
“Yet.”
Letting the objections die unspoken, she did as he requested.
“Good,” he approved.He put his hands on her hips and drew her a bit closer.“Kiss me.”
Lara wondered if she was capable of denying him anything.
He claimed her lips.
His first touch was a soft, sensual joining that demolished her resistance.It was sweet with the promise of tenderness.
Then, that accomplished, he threaded a hand through her hair so he could cradle her head while holding her captive.He plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting, exploring, demanding her surrender.
Even if she wanted to withhold it, her body would betray her.Shewantedhim.
He tasted of determination as he all but fucked her with his tongue.Her knees weakened and she leaned into him for support.Since he hadn’t told her otherwise, she held onto him, grabbing handfuls of his silk suit.As always his support was absolute.
She was unable to breathe, unable to think.The only thing she recognized was her total capitulation to him.The more he gave, the more she wanted.
When he finally ended the kiss and drew away, she released him.She pressed her fingers to her mouth, not because he’d been too rough but because she wanted to remember the exquisite sensations.
“How’s your ass?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Any pain from yesterday’s spanking?”
The only thing she’d received from that was a restless night as the memories had tormented her.It had hurt, but in a way that had left her woozy for more.He was brilliant, she conceded.He only gave her enough to keep her curious.“I’m fine.”
“Show me.”
She knew it would be useless to ask him to repeat what he’d said or to question the order.Connor Donovan always meant what he said.She could argue with him, insisting that she wouldn’t do anything until they’d sorted out things between them.But what would that gain her?
A newly found devilish part of her personality drove her on.Each experience she’d had with him was hot.
“I’m waiting,” he prompted her.
Slowly, she turned.She pulled her hem up around her waist.
“Fuck me.”He sucked in a breath.“Panties over the garter straps.You dressed that way on purpose.”
Yes, she had.
On that long-ago trip to the lingerie store, she’d bought a black bra, garter belt and matching panties set.She’d added several pairs of stockings.Until this morning, they’d remained at the bottom of her lingerie drawer.
Connor’s reaction to her unusual boldness made her giddy.
He stroked her buttocks then skimmed the insides of her thighs, stopping just millimeters from her pussy.
