His palm and fingers strayed backward from her hip to the round of her ass sitting on his leg. “I’m sure there will be something.”
Oh,butt stuff.She’d almost forgotten Maxence was eventually going to want butt stuff. “Ah.”
With his one hand palming her ass, Maxence trailed his fingers up her bare arm again and drew his finger along the neckline of her dress, down to her cleavage. “Two words.”
“So, if you’re teasing me and not letting me come, and I say this word, then you have to stop teasing and let me?”
His grin sharpened. “No, it means I take my hands off you, and I stop.”
Oh, wait one darn sec.“Do I get a word that means you have to stop teasing me?”
“No.”
“Damn. How come I didn’t get these ‘safe words’ in Paris?”
His fingers strayed across the fabric of her dress and stroked her nipple. She wasn’t wearing a proper bra because the dress had built-in support, and the scratch of his fingers across the satin of her dress vibrated through the fabric. “In Paris, I had no intention of going so far that you would need safe words.”
“Fair enough. How aboutcode bluefor the slow down word,” which at the hospital meant that someone was having cardiac arrest, “andcode blackfor needing to stop.”
Code black meant that there was a bomb in the hospital.
“Code blueandcode black.Excellent.” Very gently, he began pinching her nipple through the dress.
She was lying against his shoulder, and again he was so tall and big that she feltlittleon his lap. One of his arms cradled her back. His other hand explored her breasts, and Dree’s calves dangled between his thighs.
Sitting on his lap was not a safe and secure feeling.
His height and muscular body caged her.
Her breath was shaky when she exhaled. Every stroke and crimp of his fingers sent shockwaves through her. He wasn’t pinching her hard, nottoohard, but just on the edge of too much.
And then she realized that with those safe words, she’d taken the brakes off of Maxence.
He reached for her other breast, thumbing her nipple at first, and then pinching again. His lips found her shoulder and traced down the skin of her back.
Dree curled herself to kiss him, but he said, “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
She sat up straight on his leg as his hands roamed her body, pinching the sensitive spots of her nipples and the skin of her ass. “Will it always be like this? Me not moving, and you doing whatever you want to me?”
“Sometimes I’ll let you move, and sometimes I’ll tie you up so you can’t move. But all the time, I’ll be doing whateverIwanttoyou.”
Heat rushed between her legs.
That was the moment when the good little girl who lived in Dree’s head, the one who judged everything she did against what a nun would think, realized that all the dark desires she’d ever had, all the dirty sexual things she’d read about but thought no good girl would ever do, were going to happen to her.
She didn’t have to admit she wanted them to.
She didn’t have to ask out loud for someone to do forbidden things to her.
She just had tonot say no.
Dree closed her eyes.
Maxence’s hands roamed her body, his caresses getting rougher until she was gasping each time he grasped her flesh and squeezed.
He growled in her ear, “When I say face-down on the desk, I mean I want youlying face-down on the desk,your arms and legs spread, ready for me.”
She whispered, “Show me.”
