Page 43 of Bound to Him
“Oh, I’m all about your health and well-being.” I smiled and gestured at a seat I’d set up for him at the end of my desk in front of a small drafting table. I’d had Antoine bring in art supplies while we were gone. I had to actually go around the desk and take Noah’s hand before he realized I was directing him to have a seat. His face took on a speculative look, rather than an angry one, as he sank onto the chair in front of the art tools. I couldn’t shake the expression he’d worn when he’d come in, though. I nodded toward the door and walked that way with Antoine hot on my heels.
When I closed the door behind me with a slam, he straightened.
“What did you say to Noah? I get it, I’m an asshole, but he’s... fuck, he’s sweet.” I crossed my arms to keep from shoving him.
Antoine narrowed his eyes on me. “Do not begin to think I would be rude to that boy you hijacked from his life.”
“What did you say to him?”
“Nothing. He simply asked me if he could have some privacy to call his sister later, and I told him I wasn’t permitted to allow him to contact people without authorization from you.” Antoine huffed in that annoying way he had where it was clear I was the cowpie in all our interactions.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll talk to him about it later. You did the right thing. I don’t care if you let him call her. She’s good people. If I was that worried about it, I would’ve taken his phone away.”
His iciness thawed a bit and he ran a hand over his slicked-back blond hair. “That’s good, sir.”
“Anything else wrong with my husband?”
“I don’t believe he’s partial to whatever you asked him to put onunderthe robe. However, he didn’t voice that concern aloud.” All the judgment in the world was in Antoine’s gaze.
“Not your business.”
“Understood.” He brushed at an imaginary piece of lint on his shoulder.
“He’s mine. Anything he asks you, anything he says, keep that in mind. And if I ever find out you’ve had your hands near him, no matter what he’s wearing—”
“Again, sir, I’m employed by you because I like my job, but if you insist on insulting me I’ll quit.” He tilted his head back, and I was shocked at the seriously pissed snarl that flashed across his face.
“You’re good at what you do.”
“Yes.” His expression smoothed out as if he’d never shown me a side of himself I hadn’t guessed at before today.
I held out my hand, and he sighed but shook it. “What is it about him that has you acting this way?”
I shrugged and went back into the office, not ready to dissect my reactions to Noah. “I’ve never been married before.” I perked up at the reminder as I slammed the door in Antoine’s face, which was fun because I could hear his sputtering and polite cursing. I jerked the door open. “Knock,” I said to Antoine. “Don’t forget. Any time he’s in here.”
He gave me a long-suffering nod. “Yes, sir.”
I slammed the door again. Noah had been looking over the art supplies and glanced up at the noise. I went to my chair and sat. “Come over here.”
He touched the case of colored pencils he’d opened, almost like he was using them to keep himself steady, and then he rose, clasping the edge of his robe like a... well, a scared virgin. He must have realized what he looked like because he smoothed his hands down the lapels and stood straighter as he walked toward me. I slid my chair back and spread my legs so I could tug Noah closer and have him stand between them. He stared everywhere except at me as I played with the loosely tied knot at his waist. I slid my fingers over the silk until he locked his gaze on me. The belt was too much of a temptation, and I tugged on it until the knot slid free, his chest rising and falling faster as I parted the silk and pushed it off his shoulders.
The breath rushed out of me. The delicate fabric and jewels clinging to his skin weren’t quite a teddy because it was a lot more revealing. I wanted to groan at the way the white lace cupped his cock, and the diamonds sewn into the white floral material matched the tennis bracelet beautifully. The front was cut out to expose his chest and flat belly, but the top and bottom were held together by ribbons along his sides. I brushed my fingers upward over the decoration. Straps went over his shoulders, and a lacy piece ran across his chest right above his tasty pink nipples.
The thigh-high stockings were an alluring surprise that hadn’t been on the website. I wanted to kiss whoever had tucked them in the box. They matched perfectly, with diamonds detailing the lace trim at the top. I traced my fingers along his thighs and sighed at the soft fabric. The whole thing was set off by the fine dusting of dark hair under his belly button and the bit that peeked above the low-cut panties.
“We’re getting you waxed,” I murmured, brushing the hair with my thumbs.
He scowled at me. “Like hell.”
I gave him a hard stare, and his cheeks flushed a dangerous red. “You’re damned lucky you’re pretty or I’d add to your punishment.” He huffed and went to cross his arms, but I held on to his wrists and leaned forward, sucking on his right nipple. The moan that slipped out of him curled my toes. I attacked, nibbling and torturing him until he slid his hands up the back of my head to hold on.That’s it, keep me close, you sweet thing.Even with a solid grip on me his legs wobbled, and I scooted forward to allow him to rest his ass on the edge of the desk.
“Thought I was being punished,” he said, voice dreamy.
“You are.” I went after the other nipple and slid a hand down to palm his trapped cock, which I was beyond delighted to find was hard again. He moaned and pumped his hips against my hand, but I shook my head and bit the firm nub in my mouth.
“Damn it,” he hissed, but he got the message and his hips stilled.
Leaning back, I stared. The flat rosy buds on his chest were flushed a darker pink, and I loved how shiny they were. I ran my fingertip from one to the other and glanced up to find his rapt attention focused on my every move. His pupils were huge and dark, and his bottom lip trembled. I had him just where I wanted him.
