Did Maya have me on conference call?
"You're very bossy." I snorted.
"And you love it." I could hear the smile in his voice. "See you at seven. Wear something comfortable. We're having a quiet night in."
He hung up before I could respond.
I looked at Maya through the glass wall of my office. She was grinning.
"Your fiancé is very protective," she observed.
"My fiancé is a control freak." But I was smiling as I said it.”And he’s got you wrapped around his finger already.”
Her shocked expression was just the retaliation that I needed. I disconnected the call and packed up my bag—without the laptop, as ordered—and headed for the elevator.
Time to go home and destress.
I made it home quickly, took the bath Dez had ordered, and was feeling significantly more relaxed by the time seven o'clock rolled around. The doorbell rang, unnecessary since Dez had a key to my apartment, but he always used it when he was bringing food. Some weird sense of propriety that made me smile.
I opened the door to find him holding bags from my favorite Italian restaurant and wearing jeans and a red polo that made him look unfairly attractive.
"Hi," I said, leaning up to kiss him.
He met me halfway, the kiss deepening until I was pressed against the doorframe and seriously considering skipping dinner entirely.
"Food first," he murmured against my lips, reading my mind. "Then the seating chart. Then other things."
"Other things?"
"Many other things." His smile was wicked. "But you need to eat. Come on."
We spread the food across my dining table. There was pasta, salad, fresh bread, and tiramisu for dessert. When we finished, he stood up, gathering the dinner plates.
"Now for the fun part."
"What fun part?"
He turned and looked at me, his gray eyes darkening with heat. "The part where I see if you can follow instructions while distracted."
My stomach flipped. "What kind of instructions?"
"Go to your bedroom. Take off everything except your panties. Then bring me the seating chart and a pen."
Heat flooded through me. "Dez?—"
"That wasn't a request." His voice dropped to that commanding tone that never failed to make me wet. "Go. Now."
I went.
My hands were shaking slightly as I stripped off my comfortable clothes—leggings and a oversized sweater—and stood in just my black lace panties. I grabbed the seating chart and pen from the table and waited. Dez came out of the bathroom already shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned but still on.
"Damn you’re sexy," he murmured, taking the chart and pen from me. "Now, here's how this is going to work."
He positioned me at the foot of the bed, bending me over it so my chest pressed against the mattress and my ass was in the air.
"You're going to tell me where those last six people should sit," he said, his hand running up the back of my thigh. "And while you do, I'm going to fuck you from behind. Nice and slow. Deep."
My breath caught.
