Page 18 of Mister St. James

It’s five-thirty, most of the staff are gone, my caffeine high has worn off and I’m running on nothing but mischief and anticipation. I review my notes and triple-check my schedule for tomorrow, but all I can think about is the next move.

Aiden’s door is closed, the panel set to Do Not Disturb, but I don’t hesitate. I knock, sharp and rhythmic. Inside, I hear the faint shuffle of papers, then a measured, “Come in.”

He’s at the desk, the city’s dusk flare painting him in cold blue. He doesn’t stand, but his body is coiled, one hand flat on the surface, the other spinning a Montblanc pen so fast it’s a blur. He doesn’t look up immediately. I let the silence fill, stepping in and closing the door with a soft click.

“These need your signature before tomorrow,” I say, tone neutral. “Or the Zurich deal doesn’t close.”

He stares at me, and the air between us heats by a full degree. His eyes flick to the waistband and I watch his jaw clench.

“Thank you, Ms. Vaquer,” he says, but the formality is a rickety bridge over a rushing undertow. “Set them here.”

I place the folder on the desk, open it, and slide the contract his way. The motion pulls the skirt even higher. I watch his hands, steady, but white-knuckled on the pen. I want him to snap.

He stands, slow, and for a second I think he’s going to argue. Instead, he comes around the desk, every motion precise and deliberate. He stops a breath away, so close I can see the pulse in his jaw.

Without a word, he steps past me, walks to the door, and turns the lock.

I feel my heart spike. It is the most erotic, dangerous sound in the universe.

He turns, and the look in his eyes is not professional. It’s animal.

“You’ve been playing with fire all day,” he says, voice quiet but jagged. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

I tip my chin up, just enough defiance to make it a dare. “I was hoping you would.”

He moves fast. His hands are in my hair, wrenching the bun apart, scattering pins and sending curls tumbling down. He kisses me, no, devours me, mouth crushing, tongue demanding, the kiss a warhead detonating all pretense. I kiss back, matching his violence, biting his lower lip hard enough to taste copper.

The moment his shirt comes undone, I’m raking my nails down the sculpted planes of his chest, leaving angry red trails that make him hiss. His skin is hot, taut, and I can’t help but dig my fingers in deeper, marking him as mine. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t stop me.

He lifts me onto the desk, not caring about the avalanche of contracts that skitter to the floor. My ass hits the polished wood, cold and slick. His hands grip my hips, and steps between my legs, his cock pressing against my thigh through his trousers. He’s already hard, already straining, and I can feel the damned outline of him, thick and demanding, even through the fabric.

Aiden’s hands slide up my thighs, bunching and yanking the skirt up around my waist, and his eyes drop to the rope.

“It’s called the diamond hip harness.” It’s tied tight, the silk biting into my skin, and a knot is sitting right where it drives me wild. One of his fingers hooks underneath it, pulling just enough to make me gasp, and his eyes go dark, feral, like he’s just lost every last shred of control.

He grabs a fist full of my hair and leans in close like he is going to kiss me before he whispers, “You like to be tied up, Cat?”

“Yes,” I gasp, pulling against his grip to lick his bottom lip.

Aiden leans in and kisses me again. A brief distraction as he shoves my panties aside and drives two fingers inside me, all the way to the knuckle. I moan into his mouth, my nails digging into his biceps. I’m so wet it’s obscene, the sound is slick, pornographic, and it makes my whole body light up.

He fingers me, slow at first, then brutal, alternating between curling and spreading, his thumb grinding the rope against my clit with inhuman consistency. I’m already close, the orgasm clawing up my spine and I feel my body start to tighten just as he stops.

Everything.

He lets me go and takes a step back, pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose with the hand that was tangled in my hair moments ago. I watch this bastard lick his fingers before he drops to his knees, leans in and bites me. His teeth sink into the sensitive skin just above the rope, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make me gasp. The sting makes me arch into him, and I can’t stop the moan that slips out. His hand slams over my mouth instantly, and his voice is low, rough, when he growls, “Quiet.”

I nod, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His fingers hook into the edge of my panties, yanking them aside, and the rope rubs against my clit, making me twitch. He doesn’t waste time, his tongue is on me in an instant, licking a wet, filthy stripe from my entrance to clit. The sensation is almost too much, the rope pressing into me with every flick of his tongue.

He eats me like he’s starving, like he’s dying for it, and I can’t stop my hips from rocking against his mouth. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, and his tongue circles the knot, teasing it, before diving back in, lapping at me with a desperation that makes my head spin. My hands are clamped over his, stifling my needy girl moans. He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and the orgasm hits me like a freight train. I’m shaking, whimpering against his hand, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, not until I’m fucking trembling.

He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and his eyes burn into me like he’s plotting how to destroy me next. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you.”

This man. This man is going to ruin me.

I grab his lapels and jerk him forward, my lips crashing against his, tasting myself on his tongue as I fumble with his belt. It comes undone with a sharp snap, and his cock springs free, thick and heavy, the head flushed and wet. I brush my thumb over the head of him and feel his body tense.

“Last chance,” he whispers as my hand slides up and down his cock. “If you don’t say the safe word, I’m going to fuck you until your brain glitches.”