Page 41 of Dr. Bad Boy

"I haven’t forgotten how you lied about knowing me to your boss.” In case she’s not clear, I lean in and let some of the unexpected anger I’d felt that day rise back to the surface. “When I turned around and saw you holding everything about me in your hands. And then youlied.”

I put extra emphasis on the word, knowing it’s a hot button for her.

She licks her lips, picking up my hint. Her voice goes breathy and submissive, right on cue, and gives me an excuse. “Out of necessity.”

Jesus, it’s been too long. “Still made me want to punish you.”

Her breath catches. “I didn’t know it was you. I swear. I only got your files right before the meeting, and…”

I believe her. She’s clever and capable, but she’s not a natural actress. She’s too good, too pure, to lie convincingly.

“Then I’d be lenient.”

She sways toward me. “But you’d still…”

This is dangerous. If we’re playing with kink, we need to talk about it first. If we’re doing something else, then it’s totally fucked up.

My dick throbs painfully, and I’m not sure which thought turns me on more.

I lean into her, pressing her back against her apartment door. My knuckles graze her belly, the dip at her waist, then the bottom of her rib cage as I drag my hand up between us. She inhales shakily as I ghost my fist between her breasts, not touching her firmly until my fingers find the bare skin just below her collarbone.

We both shudder as I curve my hand around her shoulder, then up into her thick, glossy hair.

The visceral memory is immediate. Her hair, wet and slick in the shower. Before that, as I fucked her face.

Savage need rips through me as I tangle my fingers in the strands, roughly finding a hold on her that lacks all pretence of sophistication.

“You’d want me to,” I growl.

“Punish me?”

“Hurt you. The punishment’s just an excuse.”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Yes, what?”

“I’d want you to hurt me.”

Pleasure courses through me. “Good. Honesty is rewarded, kitten. Remember that. That’s going to be one of our rules.”

I jerk my free hand back down her body and up under her skirt. I squeeze her thigh hard enough to make her gasp.

Hard enough to make her wet.

“The rest of our rules need to be sorted out before I reward you, though.”

She nods shakily. “Okay.”

“And tonight isn’t the night for that.” It kills me to say it, but I’m finally thinking straight again, and this is part of the responsibility that comes with everything else I want.

I can hurt her. My erection strains at the promise thatyes,I’ll get to do everything I’ve fantasized about. But I need her enthusiastic consent first, and she’s not in the right headspace to give it tonight.

“You could just come in…” She trails off and bites her lower lip.

If I follow her inside, I’ll have her on her knees, gagging on my cock before I realize what I’m doing. “Not tonight. What are you doing tomorrow? I’m going to hit a pick-up game of hockey since I missed the team practice today, but I have no other plans. I’ll work around your day.”

She shakes her head. “Wide open.”

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