Page 7 of Bound to the Boss
She tilted her head, studying me, her face unreadable. “I don’t think so, Cyrus. He had a hangover. He was sleeping it off. That’s why he was late for that closing argument. But if that hadn’t gotten him fired, it would’ve been being late for the opening statement of the next trial.” She shook her head. “By that point, he was already on a downward spiral.”
It was a weight off my shoulders, but learning that didn’t make me feel any less horrible about the situation. “I didn’t realize he had already started drinking at that point. He kept it hidden.”
“Well...” She set her chicken fried rice on the coffee table. “Not from me, he didn’t.”
Word had it that he’d started using Addie as a punching bag, and that was why she’d left. The thought of him hurting her, someone so innocent, made me see red, when all I wanted to see was her safe and protected. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to escape him, but I’d always blamed myself for her running away. I thought I had caused her dad’s “downward spiral,” as she’d put it, when I got him fired.
I cleared my throat and reached for my shrimp and noodles again. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s good to talk about all the things on our minds.” She smiled, a soft, thoughtful one that I couldn’t look away from. “Which reminds me, if I did sign up for kink.club.com, I’m not sure what my kinks would be. Do you have any favorites?”
I choked into my fist but quickly collected myself. Well, I had told her to not be afraid to ask questions. I just hadn’t expected that one, especially with my mouth full.
“Uh, well...ever heard of Shibari?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’m sure I read that one in the match reports, but I don’t know what it is.”
“For some, it’s rope bondage. For others, it’s art.”
“What is it for you?” She sat back in her chair, casually unbuttoning the buttons on her jacket. It wasn’t a sexual movement, but it sure hit me as one.
I shifted in my seat, hardly able to hear anything over the rush of blood between my ears. “Who I bind to me is a blank canvas, and I hold the rope almost like a paintbrush. It’s a beautiful thing.”
“And the person who...” She tugged at her collar, revealing flushed, perfect skin underneath. “The canvas. What is it like for them?”
“From what I’m told, they often get what’s called rope drunk. The rough fibers on the rope rubbing against skin creates a sort of high from the sensations. So I’m told.” I shrugged. “I’ve never been tied up myself.”
“Interesting.” She grinned, and there was something so devilish about it that it put an urgent strain in my pants.
“It is interesting.” I held her gaze as the perfect rope technique for her body formed inside my head. Rope bra down over her nipples then weaved into a crotch rope, and a frog tie to make her kneel.A technique that would never happen. “Ready to get back to work?”
“I am. It got kind of warm in here, didn’t it?” She took off her jacket, and the air conditioner chose that moment to come back on again. As soon as the cool air hit her chest, her nipples tightened and pressed through the fabric of both her bra and her white shirt.
I bit down on a groan, unable to look away from her round tits that begged to be fondled. If I kissed her flushed neck, I bet her skin would be scorching hot, ready to be made hotter by just a little rope burn.
Calm down. What was she doing to me? She seemed hot and bothered by all the talk of Shibari, so if her removing her jacket was an act of seduction, I was totally fooled. Or totally afool.
“Some water will cool you down.” I rose from the chair and crossed to the mini-refrigerator so she wouldn’t see me adjust my rigid cock. Just a stroke to ease some of the pressure. Fuck, I might have to go to the bathroom just to jerk myself off.
I came back with two waters in hand, strategically placed so she couldn’t see the tent in my pants. She took one, a grateful smile on her lips, and pressed it to the side of her neck, pushing the collar of her shirt aside. Moisture dripped down her front, clinging her white shirt to her chest.
A sound like a growl came from inside me. My water bottle swung to my side, forgotten, until I remembered what it had been hiding.
Her gaze skimmed downward and her blush deepened. “I think you just leveled up our reward system.”
