Page 49 of Dr. Bad Boy

She tilts her head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll want to surprise you from time to time. Hold back details of scenes until you arrive at my house.” A flash of pleasure sparks in her gaze, and I hold that moment, letting it stretch out. Then I drop the rest of what I’m thinking in that regard. “And sometimes a scene may include a mindfuck.”

Her eyes widen, but she just nods and writes that down. She scribbles a bit more, then reads it over, her lips moving as she reviews her work. When she’s satisfied, she double-taps her pen against the page and looks at me. “Do you want me to type this up?”

“I want you to sign it. Then I want you to strip and present for inspection.”

“Right now?” Hope and doubt war for top note as she searches my face.

Doubt has no place there. “Unless you want to sign it and skip right to punishments.”

She grins, confident now. “I might.”

I grin. Works for me.

15

Violet

My hand shakesas I scrawl my name at the bottom of the notepad. Max stands up and leans over me, reading it upside down.

“Is everything in order, then?” I ask.

He shoots me a dark glance that makes my insides quiver. “I’m an exacting bastard, you know.”

I nod. “I know.”

He holds that look long enough to make me press my thighs together, then flashes a sharp grin. “But this is perfect.”

A rush of pleasure surges through me. “Thank you.”

“The fact that you’re still wearing clothes, however, is not.” He touches my jaw, stroking his fingers there before groaning and sliding his hand lower, over my throat to the base of my neck.

He leans in and kisses me, hard and fast, his fingers tightening against my collarbone. Pleasure explodes beneath my skin where he’s touching me and I lift up and into his embrace, so when he stands up and steps back, I lurch a bit.

Unfocused and through a lust-heavy haze, I watch him settle on the armless chair across from me.

“Naked, Violet. I’ve been waiting to spank you since July. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

I scramble to my feet, dumping my sweater on the couch behind me. I peel my top off first, then strip out of my yoga pants. There’s no slick way to do that, so I go for quick instead.

Before I can move any closer, he clears his throat. “Naked does not mean wearing beautiful lingerie, although you do have excellent taste. At some point, I’ll make you keep it on until you’re begging to be bare. Right now, though, naked means naked. I want access to all that you have kept from me. Every inch of your skin. Your breasts. Your pussy. And that delectable ass. Understood?”

I nod, my legs shaking I’m so wound up with desire—to please, to be punished, to simply be Max’s again. I fumble with my bra clasp, then it falls free, and I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties.

“Slowly with those,” he says roughly, and when I jerk my attention to his face, I see his gaze is locked on my hands.

I inhale deeply, confidence flooding back as I grab on to that little reminder that I’m not the only one desperate here. I’m not the only one who’s been longing and aching and needing this.

I can’t breathe as I finally bare myself for him, and the heat in my apartment ratchets up a billion degrees. His eyes darken and his throat works as he silently swallows, and still I’m waiting for his next instruction.

He takes his time, flexing his thighs and widening his stance before he nods. “On your knees first.”

I drop between his legs and force myself to wait, holding still, even though the heat radiating off his body is killing me. I want to lean against him, lean into him, and the erection straining at his fly right in front of me isverydistracting.

“You see what you do to me?” he asks, his voice low and gruff.

I nod.

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