Page 207 of The Robin on the Oak Throne

Graves lifted her by her hips and settled her on the lip of his desk where her ass dug into the edge of the gun. His mouth was open and pliant. His tongue roving. His hands mapping every inch of her body.

He didn’t interject in the middle of her parade of memories. He didn’t force any thoughts into her head. He let her feed himthe knowledge that he so desired.

After he’d had his fill, she pulled back to look at him. “No counter arguments?”

“None,” he said as he lifted her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but a black, lacy bralette.

She grinned. “You’re usually so eloquent.”

“You said all that needed to be said.” Then he laid her out across the hard leather.

She wiggled against the gun. “This is in the way.”

“And here I thought weapons got you off,” he teased, slipping the gun out from underneath her. “Hold this.”

He settled the gun on her stomach. The cold steel drew a hiss from her as it touched her bare skin. Its weight against her did somehow turn her on. Fuck him for knowing it.

He smirked at her reaction and then lifted her hips to shuck her shorts onto the floor. “Something to say?”

“You’re dangerous.”

“Me? Not the gun?” He lifted her ankle onto his shoulder and began to lay kisses down her calf, sliding to his knees before her.

“We both know what the most powerful thing in the room is.”

“Oh?” His eyes were contemplative. “You believe it’s me?”

“Obviously.”

“A weapon is only as powerful as its weakness, and you are mine.”

She shivered at those words. “What does that make me, then?”

“The most powerful thing in the entire world.”

Her heart swelled. His weakness. His power. She wasall of it. And he was everything to her.

He nipped at her inner thigh, and she yelped. “You’re going to leave a mark.”

“Many,” he agreed.

He slid her thong to the side and ran a finger down the center of her. She gasped and tipped her head back, body on fire.

“So wet for me,” he breathed.

“Yes,” she panted.

He slipped two fingers inside, curling them upward. She squirmed underneath him, wanting his cock and not just his fingers, but also desperately wanting everything he’d give her.

“What got you so riled up?” he asked as he circled around her swollen clit. “Was it the gun?” He reached up and took the handle in his palm, dragging the hard metal down her stomach, across her pelvis, and down over her wet pussy.

She shuddered. “Graves!”

“Or was it me?” He slid his tongue up over her exposed clit. “You choose.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Yes, I should fuck you with this gun?” he asked a mischievous look on his face as cold metal touched her exposed skin again.

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