Page 96 of Chicago Sin
“I’m trying to figure out if I should take you home to wear out your bed or take you to dinner.” My expression must reveal my pleasure because he says, “You want dinner, huh?”
I actually don’t care which he picks, I’m just looking forward to being with him, but a date does sound nice. I reach for him, looping my arms around his neck and initiating a kiss.
And then it’s on. His dark hunger rears again, and his kiss and touch turn aggressive. He slides his hands up my dress, squeezing my ass, and his fingers are in my panties in the next breath.
I’m already wet. Maybe I was the moment he walked in that door. My body seems to belong to him. He commands it, and all I want to do is give it over to him.
But this is all so dangerous. I’m in way over my head. Any day now I’m going to figure out that he has no intention of continuing with me.
And dammit—isn’t that just the insanity of relationships? You don’t get a guarantee the other person wants the same thing you do. You just hope and wish and do your best as you fumble through. And yeah, it’s messy. Yeah, it usually ends with a broken dream.
This probably will too. I try to remind myself at every breath, and it creates a riot of anxiety mingled with the pleasure that he hasn’t left yet, which sadly only heightens the experience.
He’s still dangerous to me, only now, it’s in a far worse way.
I’m going to lose my heart to him.
He drags his open mouth along my neck and bites me. “You gonna let me fuck you in your shop again?” His voice is rough, a low growl. “Let off steam, so I can make it through dinner?”
Like he would have blue balls if we don’t have sex first. Like he needs me that badly. It’s a powerful feeling to be that wanted—I’ve never experienced it before.
“What do you think?” I want more words out of this guy. Find out if his thoughts match the feelings I absorb from him.
“I think you are.” He steps back and unbuckles his belt.
My eyes track the movement, finding it slightly threatening and extremely hot.
“Oh, you want the belt?”
Shit! Do I? Definitely not. Only... heat floods between my legs.
He loops the belt around my waist and uses it to pull my hips against his body. “Tell me, bella, how do you want my belt?”
A shiver runs through my body at the thought of him using it to spank me. Do I want that? I don’t think so, but my body disagrees, my excitement level ratcheting even higher.
He continues talking as he backs me toward the door and locks it, turning my Open sign to Closed. “You want it around your throat while I fuck you from behind? Hmm?” His breath is hot on my ear. “Or should I use it to bind your wrists behind your back?”
Oh, damn. I hadn’t considered either of those possibilities. And they both freak me out and turn me on in equal measures.
“Or did you just want to feel it across your ass?”
This time the shiver that runs through me is big enough for him to sense.
“Don’t worry, Flowers. I’ll make sure you like it.”
He shifts the belt to loop under my ass and pulls up to pin our bodies together. My core is molten right now. We’ve barely gotten started, and I’m already losing my sanity. Close to orgasm.
This is what this man does to me.
It’s crazy.
He spins me around and backs me into the break room. “I wanted you on your bed. On your forearms and knees with those thighs spread wide. Will you do that for me later, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I swear. I’d promise him just about anything right now. I’m drunk with lust. Drunk on him.
He turns me around and pulls up the hem of my short cotton dress. “You always wear these short fucking dresses. They make me crazy, Flowers. Make it so easy for me to bare your ass and spank this pretty skin purple.” The most this guy talks is when we’re having sex. No wonder that’s the place I feel like we connect best. He yanks my panties down and delivers four slaps to my ass, then rubs out the sting. “You’re so hot. So beautiful.”
Keep talking, boss man. His words are a balm to my ears. Maybe I am needy. Clingy. Whatever. Because I drink his praise right now like it’s an elixir. But this guy doesn’t talk much, so when he does, it feels significant.
