Page 28 of Pucked Up

“Good boy,” he murmured against my ear, then with a single twitch of his hand, he tipped my head back and slammed his mouth against mine.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

HUGO

What wasit about this man that had me almost obsessed? The moment I’d seen him at the bar, I was gone for him. Then I walked into the conference room to see his narrowed eyes on me, and it was all over from there. In the weeks that passed, his hatred for me only fueled my fire for him.

Now, he was sitting in front of me, cheeks pink, lips parted and swollen from our kiss, on a knife’s edge, waiting.

Every time I so much as flinched a muscle, his tension grew. His legs were trembling, his hands in tight fists, his jaw clenched so hard it was going to give him a headache if he didn’t calm down. And the idea that I could do that for him—that I could work him into exhaustion before making him come all over—was going to my head.

And to my dick.

I thought that spark had gone out with Reid’s death. I had an entire life to live, and I planned ondoing it, but I didn’t think I was ever going to feel this alive.

Boden blinked at me, his eyes big, pupils eating away at his irises. “Are you playing with me?” he asked tightly.

I tilted my head to the side, then closed the distance between us again and tilted his chin up. His body was so stiff, but I could fix that. “No. I wouldn’t ever do that to you.”

“So what the fuck?—”

I pressed a thumb to his lips, quieting his words. His eyes were blazing fury at me. God, I loved it. “Enough. You can watch your smart mouth, or I can gag you.”

He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose.

“Ah. You like that idea.” I bent closer to him. “Maybe for next time, hmm? For now, I think we should get you up.”

His cheeks darkened. “I can’t stand like this.”

“You won’t be holding yourself up.” Dropping to my knees, I went for the buckles on his chair that connected to the straps holding his legs down. They were still trembling, but they were calmer than before. His gaze was on me, and I could feel it, almost like a physical thing.

“You’ve done this before,” he said.

I didn’t answer him. I supposed all the rules between us had burned away with the anonymity, but I didn’t want to bring Reid into this. He’d been gone for so long, and this right here, it was between Boden and me.

No one else.

“Stand up,” I said, tucking my arms under his armpits.

He gripped my shoulders tightly and obeyed.

“Good boy.”

“Don’t call me that,” he said tightly. There was honesty in his words, and after I spun and propped his ass against the desk, I pulled back to look at him. After a beat, he sighed. “I’m not a child.”

“I hope I haven’t implied you are,” I told him, feeling a little horrified. He wasn’t anything other than a man to me—a strong, careless, reckless pain in the ass of a man. And a gorgeous one.

His gaze cut to the side. “I…people have wanted me because I—because I look young.”

My stomach twisted. I could see it though. Just like people dated men like him because they thought their disabilities made them weak and subservient. Boden liked to be put on his knees. He liked being told what to do, but it wasn’t because of his body.

It was because he was a man always so tightly wound up and obsessed with controlling every facet of his life. He needed someone safe who could hold him and command him when he let go. And for whatever reason, in spite of the fact that he truly didn’t like me, I was that person for him.

“I regret saying it before,” I told him.

He let out a heavy, grunting sigh and shook his head. “Look, it’s fine. I know you don’t?—”

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