And my brain stalled.
Ethan was perched on my desk, waiting for me.
For a second, all I could do was stare. He was all bare skin and open invitation, palms braced on the surface as he leaned back, feet resting on the arms of my chair, offered up to me. A gold jock hugged his hips, the metallic fabric catching the light with every small movement, framing him shamelessly. Fine chains draped his torso—one banding his waist, another crossing his chest like a delicate harness, glinting against his skin with every breath. A thin gold garter circled one thigh, the smallest detail, impossibly intentional.
My body answered instantly.
Because this was everything.
My fantasy.
My office.
My Ethan.
Heat flared low in my stomach, and I had to force myself to breathe.
He watched me watch him, eyes bright with mischief and something softer underneath, and lifted one shoulder in a small, not-so-innocent shrug.
“But dinner is still served.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ETHAN
Sebastian’s gaze was darker than I’d ever seen it, roaming over me as he stepped into the room, not bothering to close the door behind him. His hands slid into his pockets as he shook his head. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
My tongue flicked over my lips, and his attention followed the motion, hungry.
“Doesn’t hurt that you love buying me stuff,” I teased.
Sebastian chuckled, dragging the chair back so he could stand between the open V of my legs. Starting with the garter at my thigh, he brushed his fingers over the delicate chains decorating my body, transfixed, following their path slowly upward. When he reached my chin, he curled a finger beneath it, tipping my face up. “What’s the plan?”
My grin only grew. “I had a little something installed. Anniversary present and all that. Thought we could finally break this desk in. It’s long overdue, don’t you think?”
“What?”
I glanced over my shoulder toward the edge of his desk, silently directing his gaze. His lips parted when he saw it—a small iron loop, drilled into the sturdy wood.
When he turned back to me, something awed and curious was written all over his face.
I slid open a drawer, reaching inside and dangling them from a crooked finger—a pair of Velcro cuffs.
A low groan slipped from his throat. By the time his gaze lifted to mine again, his pupils were blown wide. “You or me?”
I bit down on my lip, loving that he felt the genuine need to ask now. “Me—tonight. We can switch some other time.”
He leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss, one that made my body arch into his, my toes curling. The cuffs dropped onto the tabletop with a dull thud.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
I smiled. “So how does this fantasy play out in your head?” I scooted a little farther back on the desk, hands on his hips, keeping him close. “Am I your horny assistant? Did I misbehave?”
Sebastian shook his head slowly, lips still parted. “It was never a power play.” His presence suddenly felt overwhelming in the room, the air thick with the look he was giving me. I’d tapped into something new—something wild, dangerous, primal, and exhilarating. His hands slid beneath my thighs, lifting them to his sides, silently asking me to wrap them around him. “Do you know why I’ve wanted you here?”
My breath was already coming in short. “Not really.”
Palms slid across my back, holding me exactly where he wanted as he leaned closer.
