Page 62 of Bound By Her Shocking Secret

He said, ‘I’ll go back if you come with me.’

Mia pointed to her undone hair. And then her bare feet. ‘Like this? I don’t think your board would approve of the“before”version of the model in their campaign.’

Daniel walked towards Mia. ‘I think the “before” version is better.’

She swallowed. ‘Daniel, I’m serious. You should be there.’

He stopped just inches away. Mia had to look up.

He said, ‘I’m perfectly happy here.’

There was a volatile energy coming off Daniel that Mia had never noticed before. He was always so in control. Even when he lost control. But this connected with something equally volatile in her. The desperation that had led her to say what she had earlier. And she still didn’t know what Daniel thought about it.

‘Daniel, we should talk...about what I said...’

But his gaze was dropping down over her body in the leather dress. Lingering on her breasts, belly, hips. Legs. Back up. Eyes glittering.

‘I don’t think I can talk while you’re wearing that dress.’

Mia turned around, presenting him with her back. ‘Then can you help me get out of it, please? So we can talk. I can’t undo it myself.’

She pulled her hair over one shoulder. She hated herself for it, but when Daniel moved close behind her she wasn’t thinking much about talking either.

Familiar tension coiled in her gut as she waited to feel his fingers on the zip. But instead his hands came to her shoulders. Breath feathered over her and she felt his mouth touch her skin, pressing kisses along her upper back.

‘Daniel...’ she said weakly, her legs turning to rubber.

‘Do you want me to stop?’

Yes, Mia said inwardly, because she knew that after what she’d said today she had no defences left. But the temptation was too much. She needed this. Needed it like a lifeforce. And after this she might never experience it again.

She turned around, eyes locking on Daniel’s mouth. She’d denied herself that mouth on hers in some misguided idea that it would be easier tohave sexthanmake love. It hadn’t worked.

‘No, damn you,’ she said now. ‘I don’t want you to stop.’

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, almost sobbing with relief when, after a moment’s hesitation, he kissed her back. Mouths open. Tongues tangling. Why had she denied herself this?

Because it’s going to shatter your heart into a million pieces when you leave...

Mia shoved the voice down deep. Not now.

Daniel hauled her up against his body and carried her over to a wide chair in the dressing room, sitting down and taking her with him.

‘Put your legs either side of mine.’

Mia looked down at the unforgiving dress. ‘I don’t think I—’

There was a sound of material ripping and Mia saw that Daniel had ripped the slit in the dress so that it reached her hip. She looked at him, and he looked like the devil incarnate. Her skin went on fire.

He said, ‘Now try.’

She put her thighs either side of his, and he reached around her back to pull the zip down. She shivered as the dress loosened around her breasts and Daniel pulled at the bodice, freeing her breasts. He cupped them, thumbs finding her nipples and stroking them to hard points.

Mia couldn’t think straight. Her hands were on the back of the chair behind Daniel’s head, and then her own head fell back when Daniel leant forward and put his mouth on one breast and then the other, suckling her flesh until she was panting and moving against him, seeking a deeper connection.

He put his hands on her hips. ‘Come up for me,chérie.’

Mia came up on her knees. Heard Daniel undo his belt and trousers. Heard the ripping of a foil packet. And then his hands were on her hips again and he was bringing her down slowly onto his shaft.

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