Page 60 of Blazing Desires
I snort and his eyes crinkle with his chuckle.
“Inspector Gadget? I’m offended! Here I was thinking I’m giving major James Bond vibes and you come out with Inspector Gadget. Besides, you’ve got it wrong. They’re the good guys and I, Mea Divina, amdefinitelynot a good guy.”
His straight white teeth shine in the soft lighting with a smile that’s deadly, amusement dancing on his face. I love seeing it there. I love being the one toputit there.
“My sincerest apologies, baby. I wasn’t trying to offend you and your toys.”
My grin splits wide with innocence, tugging at my injured cheeks, but the pain doesn’t stop me. I’m enjoying this teasing too much.
“Me and mytoys? There are without a doubt some toys I can show you that will have you anything but offended,” he rasps.
He stalks forward, forcing me to step back until my back hits the frame of the door. This time the air between us grows heated for a different reason. He crowds me, raising an arm above my head as he brings his head level with mine to look directly into my eyes.
I swallow, the exchange changing from silly jokes to smoking-hot sexual tension in an instant. His masculine scent swirls around me until the only thing I’m aware of is him. I silently plead with him to lean and close the small distance between us.
“Oh yeah?” I whisper.
“Oh yeah, love. In fact, they may even make you excited, maybe a little nervous, but definitely…wet.”
His voice is smoky and thick, he’s not even touching me, but his words have me clenching my thighs together and my curiosity at what these toys could be is out of control. My eyelashes flutter at the prospect of what they are, what he’d do to me with them.
His proximity adds to the lust building between us. He tips his head closer to me, hinting that he’s going to start something that would end up involving the mystery toys. I angle my head to meet him, eager to play this game.
“Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you.”
He boops me on the nose before he’s off me, waltzing into his office as if we weren’t a split second away from ripping each other’s clothes off. I’m wound tight, my body aching for releaseas I stay pressed to the frame. I don’t trust myself enough to move without falling since he’s made my legs feel like jelly with his salacious teasing.
“Are you going tocome, Davina?” he purrs from his office.
Prick.
I don’t miss the innuendo in his words—he knew exactly what he was doing, playing dirty like that. I take a breath and try to erase all the naughty thoughts running through my mind and sober myself with the reality of why we’re even in this room.
Feeling more composed, I twist and enter the room. It’s decorated like the rest of the house, with warm wood, textured throw pillows, and an off-white rug on the floor. There’s even a vase of dried bunny tails on the bookshelf along with a mixture of books and trinkets. A pang goes through me when I think of all the books I left behind.
Blaze sees what’s snagged my attention. “We’ll get your books back.”
A firm dip of my head is the only reaction I offer him, not trusting my voice to not crack with emotion if I speak. I continue scanning the room to distract myself from my thoughts. It’s surprising—I expected it to be like my father’s office, dark and cold,intimidating. But it’s nothing like that, instead giving off a simple and inviting atmosphere. I relax a little as I walk further into the room.
“Close the door, please, love.”
I close the door with a soft thud.
“Come take a seat, we should get started.” His tone is more serious now that we’re in here and I’m so close to finding out the truth. Gone is the flirty guy who got me hot and bothered without even touching me a few moments ago. I walk toward his desk. Two off-white chairs face it, the seats deep and comfortable looking. I step in front of one so I can lower myself into it, but his words halt me.
“No, Mea Divina, not there. Here.”
He pats his lap as he leans back in the soft leather chair on the other side of his desk, one arm draped over the chair. His legs are spread, making him appear like an arrogant king on his throne, exactly like the morally grey men I read about in my fantasy books.
The dirty thoughts I’d been pushing from my mind crash back into me. I walk around his desk slowly, drinking him in. As soon as I’m close enough, he manoeuvres me by my hips so I’m standing in between his spread legs. The thought of kneeling under his desk and slowly pulling his thick, hard cock out so I can take him in my mouth has my cheeks heating. My gaze falls to his cock and back to his eyes.
“Later, baby.”
His voice is rough and apologetic. He knows what I was just thinking. He knows me so well, too well. I shove the dirty thoughts to the back of my mind. We can live out our fantasies once this is out of the way.
If you still want to…
I ignore my thoughts and let him turn me. I’m facing his desk where a single screen sits, the rest of the desk is clear aside from a mouse and keyboard. I’m eased backwards as he guides me to his lap. I thought he’d perch me on one leg, but my ass is fully seated on his cock. It’s hard, and the sensation of him under me has a moan slipping free while he lets out a quiet hiss. His hand slips into my hair, lightly tugging my head back until my back is arched and his mouth is close to my ear.
