“I think probably his office,” she says, pointing toward the elevator.
But I’m already striding away, not even glancing at the bar as I go in search of the man who has called me hisown. Who has brought me into his home, into his workplace, into his … playroom?
The man I want with every breath within me.
My man.
I nod at the guard by the elevator, then press my palm to the glass reader and the button for the third floor, needing to get to Rome. Hoping he’s alone, I also hope he’s okay with me attacking him in there.
I hope I don’t get fired.
Yet at this moment, I don’t really care if I do. Because all I can think about is getting to the man who has totally taken over my universe.
I don’t bother knocking on the door, and when I push inside, Rome glances up from his computer and lifts an eyebrow.
“Were you watching me?” I ask him as I move to lock the door, but the mechanism flips before I can reach for it.
I whirl back to him and see his finger on a button on his desk. Then all of the windows magically go cloudy, so we can’t see out, and no one can see in, and I take a deep breath in.
“Every minute,” he confirms. “You’re gorgeous. And what did you think of my club, firefly?”
I lick my lips and lean against the door. I want him, but I also love the way he’s looking at me right now. His blue eyes dance up and down my body, and when they find my eyes again, I smile at him.
“It’s fucking amazing, Rome. I love it.”
His eyes darken.
“Your face is so expressive,” he says as he stands from behind the desk and circles it, moving toward me. “Not judgmental.”
I shake my head.
When he’s standing right before me, his thumb brushes over my lower lip.
“You liked the voyeur room.”
I don’t answer him.
“You hated the spanking.”
“I’ve been hit enough.”
His jaw clenches at that. God, he’s sexy. He’s in a white dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled on his forearms, showing off that ink. His hair is perfectly styled and makes my fingers itch to mess it up.
“What was your favorite part?” he asks.
“The ropes.”
He hums deep in his throat and brushes his nose down my neck before looking at me again.
“Why are you in my office, firefly?”
“Because I’m so turned on,” I admit, staring at his lips.
“And?”
My gaze whips back up to his. “And I needed to find you.”
God, that makes me feel vulnerable, but it’s the truth.
