“No.It’s not true, you neanderthal.You make this shit up on the spot.It’s amazing how creative you are.”
I laugh.“Just trying to analyze your motives, that’s all.”
“Well, I didn’t spend the entire summer pining after you from the one encounter we had at my graduation party, old guy.”She pats my chest condescendingly.
I grab her hand and bring her fingers to my lips.“Hmm.If you say so.”I certainly spent the last two months in Germany thinking about her sexy self already working for my company, while I had no choice but to finish my assignment before I could get back to the States and claim her.
“I thought about you a lot,” I admit as I thread my fingers in her hair.I love it when she wears it like this, the waves of ten shades of blond tumbling down her back.I like being able to run my fingers through it so I can tip her head back and force her to look at me.I like the hitch in her breath and the way her lips part.But mostly, I like how her pulse picks up and her pupils dilate.It takes very little of my dominance to get her motor running.
“You’re lying,” she breathes out.
“Am I?I think it’s you who’s fibbing, Kels.”I lean in closer to her.“And don’t for a minute think I didn’t see you pack four vibrators into your toiletry bag.How many of those did you buy this summer?”
She swallows.“None of your business.”
“Do you think I’m going to let you lock yourself in my guest room so you can get yourself off every night and avoid the inevitable?”
“You can’t stop me.And who says I prefer to fuck myself at night?Maybe I like to do it in the morning or in the tub before bed or when I wake up in the middle of the night, restless.”
I smirk and pull her head back farther, lengthening her gorgeous neck.I wedge my knee between her legs next.Fuck, she’s sexy when she purrs.
“Sassy girl.”I press my thigh against her pussy, making her whimper.“Newsflash: You won’t be using any vibrators without my permission.”
Her eyes widen.“How the hell do you think you’re going to stop me?”
“Baby…” I bend forward and kiss her neck, loving the little shiver she graces me with.She’s in for an interesting awakening.
Chapter13
Kelsey
Damn him.Why am I so susceptible to his every move?He gets under my skin no matter what he does.
When he stares at me, my panties get wet.When he bosses me around, my panties get wet.When he spanks me, whispers in my ear, barks orders, pulls my hair, steps into my space, or simply exists…my panties get wet.The man is a tornado in my life.He’s controlling me, and I both hate it and love it in equal measure.
My frustration is with myself.I’m scared to let myself feel.I’m afraid to trust anything about whatever this is.My heart is on the line.With every passing day, I’m falling harder for Hendrix.Even the times when he makes me want to punch a hole in the wall, I’m still slipping under his thumb.
Sparring with him only makes me want him more.Madness.
He’s unflappable.I challenge him, and he smiles at me.
I sit quietly with my hands tucked under my thighs as he drives us to his house.My mind is racing.I shouldn’t be doing this.I should ask around and see if anyone I know has a spare room to rent until I find a better option.
The problem with that is I don’t have anyone to ask.I had a strong group of friends in college, but everyone except Maddie moved out of the area after graduation.Obviously, I can’t ask Maddie if I can stay with her and Myles.For one thing, they’re on their honeymoon.For another thing, they just got married.They don’t need a house guest.
I’ve wracked my brain to think of any acquaintances who might have stayed in Seattle, but I haven’t come up with any viable options.And here I am.Moving in with my boss.
Pursing my lips, I turn to look out the window as he pulls into his wealthy neighborhood and eventually up to his fancy house.I’m not really bothered by his money.I was raised upper-middle class in South Carolina, where my parents still live.I didn’t want for anything growing up, and they paid for my college tuition.They have a nice home, nice cars, and nice vacations.I’m not new to money.
Part of me wonders if it might be helpful to call them.After all, when they met, my mother was younger than I am.She was eighteen at the time.He was thirty-eight, more than twice her age.They’ve always joked that he swept her off her feet like it’s no big deal.If that’s the case, they surely can’t judge me for following in their footsteps.
In addition to the fact that my mother was so young, she got pregnant with me within weeks of meeting my father, and they got married soon after that.It was a whirlwind, and it worked out for them.
I’ve never seen my parents so much as raise their voices at one another.They adore each other.My mother still sits on my father’s lap at times.They hold hands.They have always kissed in front of me.He snaps her with a dish towel, pinches her ass, threatens to take her over his knees.
I shudder.Does my father spank my mother?I’ve never thought about that before becauseeww gross.No one wants to think about their parents in intimate situations.How on Earth have I never considered that they might have some sort of dynamic in their relationship?I always figured he was kidding when he said he would spank her.I simply rolled my eyes, covered my ears, and left the room.Shit.Maybe hedoesspank her.I don’t want to picture that, so I shake it out of my head.
Perhaps my mother could give me advice.It’s not that I’m afraid of her lecturing me.I could just as easily ask my father.I’m close to both of them.One of them checks in with me if I go a few days without calling.
