Mickey vacated the room, completely unaware of my plight. I dashed after him, half a second too late.
The door slammed shut under Ward’s hand, his arm extended over my head. “We need to talk, wife.” Warm breath brushed my cheek.
I closed my eyes, willing him to lean forward. Brush his lips across my skin. Hold me. Touch me.Anything.
His soft laugh promised me that my thoughts were anything but hidden.
“Are you that desperate for attention?” His hand lowered on the door, inching its way downward.
Just your affection. But that wouldn’t be happening any time soon. My nipples peaked in their lace cups regardless of how I tried to hide my reaction to the man who had always commanded my desire. I crossed my arms over my chest, but a tap at my heels reminded me that when he was in the room, only one person was in charge.
“Hands at your sides.”
“Fuck. You,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
“Soon,” Ward murmured lovingly. His fingers trailed over the door like a caress, then dropped away.
I swore I felt that removal like a chasm that opened between us, deeper than ever.Colder.He leaned back, and a chill kissed my cheek instead of his breath.
“Fine.” I shook my hair back and hoped I hit the asshole in the face with the itchy ends. Serve him right. “What do you want?” I twisted back toward him, but that annoying foot tapped the side of mine.
“Turn around.” His voice was sharp. “Face the door.”
“What, are we playing school master and student?” I sighed, though the fantasy took immediately in my mind. Would he spank me? Push my legs apart, work his knees between them, let my skirt slither up, and—
“Christ, do I need to visit you twice a year, wife?” The dark delight that laced Ward’s voice dampened my panties worse than before.
“Fu–”
“Yes, we’ve been through this. You can only count to two words. I get it. Can we go for three?” He taunted. “Hands by your sides on the door.” He reached past me and flicked the lock.
“Fuck. You. Asshole,” I said sweetly, smiling at the locked door. “That’s three.”
Ward huffed a soft laugh. “Beautiful brat.”
I reveled at the compliment, before I forgot I was meant to be insulting the man behind me. “What do you want, Ward? I have work to do,” I added a sharp layer to my voice.
“I like it when you pretend you don’t need me, when you lie to us both. It’s…pretty.” Knuckles brushed my hair.
I leaned into his touch, my neck arching. A deep approving rumble emanated from his chest, heavy enough to vibrate the air between us where we still weren’t touching.
“Needy,” he reminded me.
“Asshole,”I mouthed, letting my eyes close. I couldn’t bear seeing his smirk.
Warmth brushed over my breasts, and I gasped at the almost contact.
“Will you beg?” he mused, gliding his fingertips across the front of my blouse, across my nipples. His touch was so light, I couldn’t help pushing forward, trying to find his hands.
“No chance,” I lied.
“No?” Ward slid his knee between my legs from behind, tapping my feet apart.
I scrambled for a moment, trying to catch my balance with my hands pressed to the wall, but when I stumbled, the solid wall of muscle behind me was there, not letting me fall.
“I won’t–” I gasped, knowing he refused to touch me, but Ward never pulled away or said anything.
He stepped forward, pinning me face first to the door. Knowing fingers circled my areola through my silk blouse until my nipples ached, distending. “Won’t what? You won’t come for me right here?” he murmured seductively. “Won’t walk out of here with your desperate need dripping down your legs, won’t smile at every one for the rest of the day, taking reports onpersonality clashes and onboarding your pet little intern with your panties soaked? I bet he’d love to know that you’re in here, spread out for me, panting and humping a door just to orgasm.”
