17
BAD GIRL
TEDDY
Teddy had never struck a woman.
Ever.
He hadn’t rough-housed with his female cousins. Never used his strength to overpower a woman in bed either.
As a wicked smile danced in Sydney’s eyes, he couldn’t rule out her unexpected invitation. But this was unchartered territory. If there was anything Teddy knew about himself, he was a fast learner, he adapted to new situations, and he’d been holding back sexually.
Unlike Gabriel, he wasn’t a womanizer. Didn’t leverage his good looks to land a woman in bed.
Exploring this—with Sydney—had captured his attention.
All his attention.
His erection pressed against his pants, the throbbing between his legs a reminder that Sydney continued pushing the limits andallhis buttons.
He got off the bike, his gaze never leaving hers.
She clasped his hand, strode to the scanner. The light turned green for her, then flashed green for him. In they went, the bullet-proof door sliding closed behind them.
Suddenly, being alone in the dark, deserted, and eerily quiet building took on a whole new meaning.
As she walked down the corridor toward the residential wing, her breathing had changed. When he glanced over, her cheeks were flushed.
Was she into this? Shediddress as a dominatrix for Halloween.
She wants to get spanked.
Truth was, he was still angry as hell. She’d put herself, the organization, and their top-secret facility at risk.
He continued walking in a seething silence. She stopped in front of her suite, pushed open the door. When she met his gaze, she arched an eyebrow, then sauntered in. He moved to the doorway, grabbed the top of the frame, and waited.
She didn’t turn on the bedroom light. No need, the hallway light spilled in. With her back to him, she unbuttoned her shirt, dropped it off her silky shoulders, letting it tumble to the floor.
Sydney in a bra and tight pants—her long hair in a ponytail that cascaded down her back—had him forcing down a growl. One provocative glance over her shoulder. Still no invitation, so he stood like a voyeur in the doorway. Was he the boogeyman or the one protecting her from it?
Off came her boots before she wiggled out of the pants and turned to face him. Arousal sprang from her half-hooded eyes, her breathing had changed, her shoulders rising and falling at a rapid rate.
As she dragged her gaze over every damn inch of him, she released a throaty moan. Every fiber in his body was being pulled by her. But he was not budging.
She needed to work hard for him tonight.
Rather than get naked, she strolled back over, but she did not touch him.
Absolute torture.
He ached to wrap his arms around her, caress her strong back, and rounded ass. He wanted to lift her into his arms, deposit her in the bed, and drive himself inside her. Get lost in everything Sydney, in the world they were building together.
“I want you to spank me,” she repeated. “Will you do that for me before you fuck me for your own pleasure?”
Jesus.
“Why should I?” he rasped.
