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“Any man looking at you would want to fuck you. You’re a knockout fully clothed and I’ve had the distinct pleasure of seeing you without clothes as well. But Zoey, we cannot do this. Not even once, it’s not something we could come back from.”
Her eyes widen and she says, “I just want a taste. One taste. One kiss. Please?”
I know I shouldn’t do it, but I concede and with my hand still wrapped around her jaw, I bring her face all the way until our lips meet. I mean to make this a brief kiss, but her tongue touches my lips and I lose control. I spin us and reach down and haul her up onto my desk with my hands on her thighs. I can feel the goosebumps peppering her skin and my pride swells, knowing I am the cause.
Our tongues are fighting for dominance, but I can feel Zoey’s is more out of desperation. I don’t think she’s ever felt any passion before, and I vow right here and now to show her how it should feel. I let my hands wander up her sides, ghosting over the pulse points in her neck and then settling into her hair.
I feel her legs wrap around my waist, trying to drive her center closer and before I can give her what she wants, there’s a knock at my office door that shakes the sense back into me and I pull back.
“You got your taste, Siren and so did I. This will not happen again.” I pick her up off my desk and set her on her feet. I straighten my clothes and glance to make sure she’s decent before walking and opening the door.
“Yes, Ms. Harris, that's what it means when I ask you to properly document it on my calendar. Ah Jerry, what brings you by?” I change courses and I can’t help but notice the slight hurt on her face before she just nods once and then moves past Jerry and closes the door behind her.
CHAPTER NINE
ZOEY
It’sbeenafewdays since Silas and I almost had sex in his office. I’ve avoided him as much as someone can avoid their boss that likes to micromanage every little thing. I’m still irritated with him that he goes from hot to cold with me so fast. It’s a wonder I don’t have whiplash just from dealing with him. But as I stand in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, appraising the little black dress I haven’t worn since high school, I realize that Silas isn’t hot with anyone else. He’s just cold to everyone. I haven’t figured out why, what makes the man tick, but what I do know is that I get his blood boiling and that’s a really fun feeling. Silas might think that he’s in control right now, but that’s simply not the case. I run my fingers through my hair, I curled it, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I guess we’ll see what Uncle Silas thinks.
He’s in his study pretending to work like he does every Friday night. He’s allergic to fun, I’m almost certain of it. I grab the black clutch on my nightstand and slip on the stilettos that are way too high for me to wear outside of the house without falling and breaking my face. But they’rejustright for the trek down the hall. I take a deep breath and walk down the long hallway, and knock on Silas’s study door.
“Come in,” he barks, and I don’t know how someone could possibly be in a bad mood every waking hour of the day. I bet he’s scowling in his dreams, too.
“Don’t act so happy to see me,” I say, walking all the way inside, making a show of turning around to shut the door. I put a lot of effort into this outfit, and he needs to get the full 360 view.
“Where are you going dressed like that?” Silas is leaning back in his chair, his full attention on me.
Good.
“Out,” I practically chirp and I see his eyes narrow. He’s taking the bait, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so powerful in my entire life.
“Out where? With who?” His chair scrapes as he pushes it back away from his desk. He stays seated and folds his hands together, I suppose to keep from reaching out and throttling me. Just because he’s falling hook, line and sinker for my little ruse doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know what I’m doing. He’s a smart man, and the only thing clouding his judgment right now is the fact that he wants me more than he would ever care to admit.
“With some friends,” I say sweetly, approaching his desk and my whole body warms with the way his eyes rake over every inch of my exposed skin. “But that’s not why I’m here. Tomorrow is my day off, and I just wanted to remind you that your meeting was moved from 10AM to a lunch meeting at Mezzanotte Lounge. I put it on your calendar, but you refuse to check that,” I say and then laugh lightly when he pulls his face up in distaste. Silas hates lunch meetings. He finds them phony, time-consuming, and pointless. As soon as the thought enters my head, I realize that I know more about Silas than I realized, or that he probably thinks I do.
“You’re not going out dressed like that,” he says, and I can tell he’s forcing his tone to sound flat, unaffected, like he doesn’t actually care. He sucks at playing the protective uncle role.
“I am, actually. This is my favorite dress. Lucas hated it, made him feel insecure because it’s an eye-catcher.” I do a full spin for effect. He’s teetering on the edge of either kicking me out or ravaging me, and either one of those things needs to happen for me to get any peace.
“Boys are insecure. Men are protective. You’re not going out tonight,” he says coolly, leaning back in his chair.
“You see, Silas, I absolutely am. When I worked at Flesh & Fiddle, I wouldneverhave been able to get a Friday night off. I wouldn’t have evenwantedto. The tips were too good to pass up. But with my new job that you so graciously gave me and didn’t at all force on me, I have nights and weekends off. So really, everything that happens tonight is thanks to you.” I place my hands on his desk and lean forward, giving him an ample view of my cleavage.
That gesture must have plucked his last strand of restraint because he stands up and sweeps everything, including a glass of whiskey and his laptop, onto the floor. I don’t think I even have time to squeal before he’s picked me up and pulled me over the glossy desk, situating me so that my legs dangle over the edge. My dress has ridden up, but I’m too focused on him to care that my panties are on full display. I thought he’d lose it, that he was going to be all over me like the other day in his office, but he’s just staring at me, his eyes wide with need and his chest moving raggedly with his accelerated breathing.
Silas sits back down in his chair and moves up toward the desk. He cups his hand around my ankle, letting my high heel rest on his large thigh. “You might be able to play this game with the boys drooling over you, but you need to understand me right now, Zoey. I play for keeps.” I gasp when his hand slides up in a practiced motion, stopping at my knee. “If I lose control and take you, you’ll never be the same. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. I’m going to fill every one of your little holes until they’re dripping with my come.”
“I knew what I was getting into tonight when I came in here.” I reach up and pull the straps of my dress down, letting it fall to expose my breasts to him. I reach up and pluck my nipple and then the other one. I watch his eyes taking in every inch of my skin and his fingers tighten, digging into my flesh. “I might not have as much experience as you, but I know what I like and what I want to try.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own, but instead I can hear the breathy neediness I have for this man.
“I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t move to leave before then, you’re mine Zoey. I get you for the entire night,” Silas growls, and even though he’s giving me an out right now, the look in his eyes tells me that if I tried to run right now, he’s too far gone. This man needs to be inside me, and that thought alone turns me on more than I ever have been before.
“One.” Silas lifts my leg, bringing my ankle to his mouth, pressing a rough kiss there.
“Two,” Silas says, looking up at me with a devilish smile before he presses a kiss to the inside of my knee.
“Three.” Silas shoves my dress further over my hips and kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I reach down and tunnel my hand through his hair, pulling him toward me. I need to feel his mouth on me. I need everything he’s willing to give me.
“Times up, Siren. You’re mine.”
