My breathing is already embarrassingly loud in the quiet of his office, the uncertainty sending a thrill through my entire body as I stare at him, waiting for instructions.
He continues to caress me, his hands moving slowly over my cheeks, massaging and tugging at the skin until I’m biting my lip in an effort not to move.
The front of my shorts grows damp with my arousal, Cade’s nostrils flaring as he picks up on my changed scent.
Then he stops, leaning back in his chair and watching me for a moment, his eyes gleaming. I’m shaking under his gaze, my hands by my sides.
“Take this off, please.” He points to my camisole.
With trembling hands, I peel it over my head and drop it to the side. My nipples peak in the cool morning air, my breasts completely on display for him as he traces every inch with his gaze.
When he leans forward, I can’t suppress a gasp as he runs his finger straight through the dampness at the front of my shorts, rubbing exactly where I need him to through the thin silk.
“Cade.” It’s a moan, and he pulls back immediately.
“Now these.”
I hook my fingers into the waistband, sliding them down until they pool at my feet.
My slick is coming through so strongly that I can feel wetness on the inside of my thighs.
“Excellent,” Cade praises, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “You’re doing so well, Gabrielle.”
His praise makes me stand a little straighter. I’m desperate to please him.
“I have a lot of work to do today,” he murmurs. “You’re awfully distracting.”
Work?
“I’ll need to make sure you can’t distract me too much.”
When he begins to undo his tie, my vision short-circuits, various scenarios running through my head. My abdomen flutters as he runs a soothing hand across it.
“Turn around.” He watches me closely, his words a dare, almost as if he thinks I won’t do it.
Turning slowly, I push my arms behind my back, holding them together.
“Very good.” There’s a smile in his voice as I feel the brush of silk, Cade wrapping his tie around my wrists and securing it until I can barely pull them apart.
The sensation is… disconcerting. And exciting.
His hand slides up my back, pushing me forwards until my cheek is pressed to the cool oiled wood of his desk. My breathing heaves, the papers next to me fluttering.
Hands wrap around the inside of my thighs, tugging them apart until I’m completely exposed to Cade, fully at his mercy as I lie bound over his desk.
Holyfuck. Why did we wait so long to do this?
I wait, the anticipation only building with each silent breath Cade takes. I hear him settle back in his chair, the squeak of the wheels as he rolls forward.
Hot lips press against my spine, and my back bows.
“Down,” Cade says firmly, and I push my head back against the desk.
A finger swirls through my slick, gathering up the fluids on my thigh.
There’s a sucking noise. “You taste so sweet, Gabrielle. Did you know that?”
When I shake my head, I jump as his finger appears, rubbing along my lips. “Taste it.”
