Page 61 of Tempting Kat
I follow her into the closet, leaning against the doorframe as she stands amid rows of designer clothes, shoes, and accessories—all in her size, all carefully selected to match her style but with quality she'd never buy for herself.
“You donated all the things you bought,” I say with a shrug. “So I decided to go ahead and take over replacing all your lost clothes.”
She spins around, her face flushed with anger. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“It's a gift,” I say calmly.
“A gift?” She gestures wildly at the racks of clothing. “This is like an entire fucking department store! There must be fifty thousand dollars’ worth of shit in here!”
“More like eighty,” I correct her, which only makes her eyes widen further.
“You're insane,” she sputters, grabbing a leather jacket from a hanger and waving it at me. “What the hell am I supposed to do with all this? Eighty thousand dollars on shit I don’t fucking need when there are people who have nothing.”
I smirk and grab my phone from my pocket, already pulling up my banking app. The fire in her eyes as she rages about the money I've spent on her is fucking intoxicating. I've never seen anyone so pissed off about being given nice things.
“Don't you fucking dare ignore me to be on your phone!” Katarina stalks toward me, the leather jacket still clutched in her hand. “I'm standing right here, you meddling hot, rich asshole. I demand your attention when I'm talking to you!”
“You have it, baby. Always. But good to know you still think I’m hot.” I look up from my phone, drinking in the sight of herflushed face and flashing eyes. “But I'm hoping to appease you, so I'm about to donate eighty thousand dollars to the women's center. Does that make it better? Will you accept my gift then?”
Her mouth drops open, those perfect lips forming a small 'o' of surprise before she snaps it shut again.
“You…what?” She blinks rapidly, her anger momentarily derailed.
“You heard me.” I finish setting up the transfer with a few taps. “Eighty thousand to New Beginnings. The same amount I spent on your clothes. That way, they get help, and you get what you need too.” I turn the phone to show her the confirmation screen. “Everybody wins.”
She stares at me, then at the phone, then back at me. I can practically see the gears turning in her head as she tries to find something to be pissed about.
“You can't just throw money at every problem,” she finally says, but there's less heat in her voice.
“Why the fuck not?” I step closer, pocketing my phone. “I have it. They need it. You need clothes. What's the issue?”
“The issue is...” She falters, struggling to articulate what's bothering her. “The issue is that normal people don't do this, Conrad. Normal people don't spend eighty thousand dollars on clothes for someone they've fucked exactly once.”
I can't help but laugh at that, which only makes her glare harder. “Katarina, when have I ever given you the impression that I'm normal? I’m about to turn that once into every fucking day. Wake up, cum in you and make you keep it in all day long. Bent over my desk, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the gym. In the fucking room off the corridor I’m having converted into our own private little gloryhole. I will be fucking you more than once, Katarina. Best believe that.”
Her eyes widen at my words, and I see the pulse jump in her throat. There's a moment of silence between us where I can practically feel the heat building.
“Now I think you should thank me,” I say, my voice dropping to a growl as I step closer to her. “For the office. For the donation. For all of it.”
Katarina's eyes narrow, a delicious defiance flashing across her face. “I'm not sucking your dick to say thank you,” she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. “If that's what you're angling for.”
I can't help the laugh that rumbles out of me. This woman—this fucking woman—never does what I expect.
“That is not what I want as a thank you,” I say, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. I let my fingers trail down her neck, feeling her shiver under my touch. “I want you to ride my face. Strip and drag that pussy up and down my face until you're screaming.”
Her lips part in surprise, her cheeks flushing a deep pink that makes my cock harden instantly.
“You...” She swallows, clearly thrown off balance. “You want me to...?”
“Sit on it,” I finish for her, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “I want to taste you, feel you coming against my tongue. I want you to use my mouth however you need to get off.”
She stares at me for a long moment, those green eyes searching mine like she's trying to figure out if I'm serious. Then, a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face.
I strip my clothes off quickly, my eyes never leaving her face as I move backward toward the bed. My cock is already hard, jutting out in front of me as I settle against the pillows.
“Show me what I'm getting,” I growl, propping myself up on my elbows.
Katarina's eyes rake over my naked body, lingering on my cock. She reaches for the hem of her black sundress and slowly drags it up over her hips, her thighs, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of her skin. When she pulls it over her head and tosses it aside, my mouth goes dry.
