Page 29 of Pucked Up

“No. Set your boundaries.”

His gaze held mine, like he was trying to read me,test me, to see if I was lying. I would be patient for as long as he needed to believe me.

After a short forever, he swallowed heavily. “If you’re going to actually live up to your promises, get on with it. I’m starting to think that bullshit in the hotel room was a fluke.”

For a moment, my pride took a hit. I knew he was goading me, but I let it sting. I let the verbal punch land. Stepping in between his legs, I grabbed his jaw lightly and tilted his head to the side. His breath stuttered in his chest as I leaned in and ran my nose up the length of his neck.

“Say that again.”

“I—” He didn’t try to make another sound. “No.”

“Good.” I stopped myself. “Très bon, mon petit feu.” His entire body shuddered, and I could hear him choking off a groan. I gave him a moment to collect himself, and then I leaned back and waited for his eyes to meet mine. “Now, before we do this, we need to come to an agreement.”

His eyes flared. “What kind?”

I met his gaze and held it. “As of right now, you are finished trying to sabotage your team.”

His eyes narrowed, and I could see his anger rising. I loved that he hated being told what to do, because breaking him—forcing him to show how much he actually wanted to be controlled—was going to be so good when he finally gave in.

“You’re finished trying to make me look incompetent.”

He lifted his chin but said nothing.

“When you feel that anger here,” I said and pressed my hand to his stomach, “you’re going to wait for me. Patiently,” I added, and the shells of his ears behind his hearing aid tubes flushed. “Then you’re going to come into my office and let it all out here.” Dragging my hand down, I cupped his rock-hard erection and ran the heel of my palm up the length.

“Fuck,fuck,” he gasped, rocking into me.

I allowed it. For a moment. But the second I could tell he was feeling really good, I pulled my hand away, leaving him humping the air.

“Fuck you,” he spat.

I laughed softly and shook my head. “Not today, mon petit feu. Today, I’m going to work you up until you can no longer think, and when you’re truly and properly desperate, I will make you come.”

He looked both terrified and wildly turned on. That was exactly how I wanted him. I needed to drive this lesson home. It wasn’t just for me. One man’s bad attitude wasn’t going to make or break my career. But it could make or break his, and he was someone who deserved to succeed.

He just had to get out of his own way first, and I could help with that. Over and over again, I would help with that, until he was ready to let go of all his anger.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I said as I swayed in closer.

He clenched his jaw in defiance, and I let him work through it. Three long breaths it took before heobeyed, his fingers digging in so hard I could feel the sting of his nails. I fought back a grin as I pressed a hand to his chest and then slowly dragged it down to the waistband of his trousers.

“You’re so well put together,” I murmured, flicking a button on his shirt. “Pressed, freshly showered, hair brushed.”

“So?” He spoke through a clenched jaw.

I grinned and nipped at his neck. “Can’t wait to mess you up.”

“Crisse,” he gasped, his legs trembling again.

I pinned the right one with my hip as my fingers flicked open the button on his slacks and then pinched the zipper. He was so hard and leaking there was a wet spot in front of his grey boxer briefs. I thumbed the head of his cock, covered by the fabric, and he grunted deep in his chest.

“For me?”

“Fuck you. It’s not difficult to make me hard.”

“Mm. I have a feeling that’s not true. I have a feeling you—” I kissed his neck again. “—are a lot of work. Andoh, I really like that about you.”

He said nothing, breathing rapidly through his nose. His nostrils were flaring like a bull.

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