Saucy, fearless women who challenged me were my kryptonite. It triggered something hot and dangerous that I usually kept locked down.
I knew I should shut this down, but instead I stepped directly in front of her. I could feel heat zap up my spine when she turned her face away from me in a small act of rebellion.
I gently slid my fingertips down the side of her jawbone and watched her swallow hard. Then I cupped the side of her face and tilted her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.
A tense, charged energy crackled between us. Her open defiance fired my lust. She was watchful, unsure of what I would do. I brushed my thumb lightly over her rapid pulse.
Her breath was controlled but shallow as she stared back at me. I noticed that she had dressed up in a long flowing skirt and a thin blouse. Had she been trying to make a good impression at her meet and greet? The thought was oddly endearing.
“What have you been up to?”
“Nothing.” I didn’t expect her to tell me the truth, but it still stung when she didn’t. It made me want to force the issue.
“You sure about that?” I dropped my hand.
She stared back but remained silent.
Her uncertainty, which came from her innocence, should have acted like a cold shower, but instead it touched something even deeper and darker within me. Something that couldn’t be allowed to come out.
As if she could sense that I was struggling, she frowned, almost annoyed. “What do you want?”
What did I want? It’d been so long since anyone, including myself, had asked that question. I needed to sleep, eat and have a decent fuck. And the fact that she was fighting back, championing herself and not taking any nonsense, made me feel things I shouldn’t have been feeling for my wife.
My silence pushed her to keep talking. “Do you want to control my life? Know all my secrets? How is that fair when you have so many of your own?
She was getting more worked up by the second.
What did I want?
For a second, my mind went somewhere it shouldn’t have. I imagined gently persuading her to lie back on the desk, specifically so I could remind her that I was in charge. I’d slowly push her skirt up to her waist and push aside the scrap of fabric between her legs and watch as her breath became more rapid. When I spread her legs wide and…
“You okay?”
I blinked, coming back to reality.
She stood in front of me, watching me intently. “You zoned out.”
One dirty thought about my wife, and now my body was primed. My hard dick throbbed painfully against my jeans.
I needed to shut down this sexual energy between us.Immediately. This kind of thing derailed even the best of plans. There were many reasons why we needed to stay platonic, but the fact that I suddenly felt an almost insane urge to do otherwise was reason number one. I wasn’t allowed to have needs or desires in this scenario. Nothing would mess this up faster.
“Stop challenging me,” I told her, knowing full well that would make her fight me more.
“I’m not.”
I couldn’t seem to stop myself. “You just did.”
She threw up her hands in exasperation. “I’m not doing anything.”
I was deliberately egging her on. “I need you to get in line.”
Why does it feel so good to boss her around?
The fire that flashed in her eyes nearly undid me. “Bullshit.”
“I’m warning you, Mila,” I told her, knowing full well I was setting her up. I just couldn’t seem to stop myself.
Her frustration spilled over. “Or what? What are you going to do when I stand up for myself? What’s the problem?”
