I lean on one elbow. “Doing what?”
“Treating me like a delicate snowflake instead of a grown woman.”
I swallow. Is that what I’m doing?
She levels her gaze at me. “What do you want? Right now?”
“You,” I say, stroking her cheek.
“No. What do you want to do to me?”
Shit, what kind of question is that?
“I don’t…”
She narrows her eyes at me, daring me to be honest, and despite myself, I smile wryly. There’s the brat I’ve missed.
“I want to fuck you hard,” I say, voice coming out lower than before.
She huffs out a breath. “Good. I want that. I want it hard.” She tightens around my shaft, making me groan. “What else?”
I hesitate, then slide my fingers into her hair, fisting them against her scalp. She whimpers, but not with pain. With arousal.
“I want to be rough with you,” I admit hoarsely. It’s not about hurting her. That’s the last thing I want. It’s about intensity. About struggling to contain the emotions whirling through me. She seems to understand, because her eyelids grow heavy.
“Yes, Aidan. Fuck, yes.”
God, she’s right. Iwasholding back. Why, when she so clearly wants to be fucked exactly the way I want to fuck her?
I hook a hand under her thigh, spreading her open for me. Her lips part as I slam back in, making her breasts bounce.
“This what you want, Cupcake?” I thrust again, hitting somewhere deep. “You want me fucking buried inside you?”
A moan tears from her mouth as I do it again, and the headboard hits the wall.
“You want me to tell you how crazy you’ve made me these past few weeks?”
Her fingernails score my back as she pants the wordyes, over and over, and any remaining reservations I have melt away as I plunge into her silky depths.
“How all I’ve wanted to do is bend you over my desk and spank your perfect ass until it’s raw?” My voice is as rough as gravel as I rise to my knees, grabbing her thighs, going deeper. “Fuck you in my office for the entire building to hear?”
“Oh my God, Aidan,” she rasps, bucking underneath me. “Yes, fuck, I wish you would. I want it all.”
Christ. I hadn’t meant to say the part about spanking her. I’m getting caught up in the moment, but knowing she wants it all too? It makes me feral.
“That’s what you want?” I growl, tugging on her hair. “I’ll fucking give it to you.”
“Yes,” she sobs. “Yes.”
She wants it. I’m wild knowing she wants me to fuck her in all the ways I’ve imagined. And all I can think isSay it.Call me by that name.
I take her chin, forcing her gaze to mine as I slam into her. “Yes, what?”
She hesitates, just briefly, and I stroke her cheek to reassure her.
“Say it, Iris.”
“Yes…” She swallows hard. “Daddy.”
