Page 39 of Foreplay with the Boss

“I feel like I’m being rather assertive, and if you were here, I assure you, I’d tell you exactly what I want you to do to me.” I worked to keep my words from reflecting my ragged breathing. “But for now, I better let you go. You’ve got all that work, and I’ve got a train to catch.”

He swore and then his sigh carried over the phone, and I worried I’d taken the game too far. “Speaking of work, I’m going to send you the files for the LoneStar account, and I need you to do that target market analysis thing you do. If we can get that hammered out, then I’ll actually be able to fly home, use my hands to find proof myself, and give you more of what your voicemail informed me you missed. Because it missed you, too, and after I’ve used my fingers and tongue to explore every single inch of you, I’ll drive it deep inside of you and have you shuddering around me in no time.” His words were a delicious promise, one I knew he’d deliver on. “Then we’ll do it again and again until neither one of us can move.”

“Bartering with sexual favors? I’m shocked and appalled…”

There was no hiding my breathlessness now. “And rather turned on.”

“You can’t just say those kinds of things. Switch to Facetime and show me your wet pussy. I want to study it so I can decide which part I plan to lick first.”

There went my panties, and the incessant throbbing grew stronger, begging for release. But again, I was going to make him work for it, even if I was also torturing myself in the process. “Are you flying back tomorrow?”

The silence on the other line stretched out a couple of seconds. “I’m going to have to spend at least another day here.”

I clucked my tongue. “I told you that I was going to punish you for every day you were gone, and if I did as you asked, what kind of punishment would that be?”

“Trust me, seeing you and not being able to touch you is about the worst punishment you could give me.”

I stepped into an alcove that wasn’t private enough for an up- the-skirt show but gave me space from the other people walking up and down the sidewalk. “Before you go getting all excited?—”

“Too late,” he said, and I laughed. I was super keyed up, too, and I was glancing out of the mouth of the alley, seeing how hard it’d be for someone to see if I decided to grant his request—not that hard, damn it.

“I’m switching to FaceTime, but only to talk.” For now.

I hit the button and, after he accepted the request, his face popped up onscreen. He looked tired, but superhot and disheveled in a way that made me want to run my fingers through his hair and add more dishevelment of my own.

“Damn, you look sexy,” he said.

FaceTime was hardly the most flattering, and I was trying to hold my phone at a better angle, only to find there really wasn’t one. “You’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll send you naughty videos.”

“No, I’m telling the truth. But I also want you to send naughty videos.”

“Then it’s too bad you didn’t call me back on Friday when I was feeling extra naughty. But I’ll show you what I was doing before I called…” I lifted the pink and white bag so it’d fit onscreen. “Here’s your proof that I did, in fact, buy lingerie.”

“That could be anything. Lotion, perfume, pajamas…”

Balancing my phone so I wouldn’t drop it and shatter the screen, I shifted the bag and lifted out a tiny corner, just enough for him to see that it was red, lacy, and very see through. Then I let it drop back in. “You don’t get to see it until you get back.”

He groaned. “You’re a cruel one, Kat Taylor. That’s more than a punishment. It’s cruel and unusual torture.”

“But I bet you’ll think twice about not returning my phone call next time. Now I’m off to catch my train, and you need to get your work done so we can put an end to all this pent-up sexual frustration.”

I blew a kiss at the screen and hung up. Maybe that wasn’t a bold move for most women, but it made me feel bold and in control, and I decided I was going to have lots of fun exploring my dominatrix side.

It’d make it that much sweeter when Jameson returned and decided he needed to show me that he was the one in control.

CHAPTER 22

Jameson

My attempt to distance myself from Kat went to shit when I saw her name on my phone screen. I told myself I needed to talk to her for work, so I would just keep it professional, no harm, no foul.

I’d started out strong, but I was exhausted, and she’d made that joke about firing Rob over coffee, and I was a goner. When I told her it was good to hear her voice, I was telling the truth. There was something calming about her sweet voice. The innocence of it made me want to do not-so-innocent things to her, and once those thoughts rushed in, my self-control crumbled faster than a gambler at the races.

I’d flinched when she called me out for not returning her sexy voicemail, but pride had also filled me—she hadn’t held back. By the end of the call, there was no holding back, just her taking the reins and working me up into a sexual frenzy that refused to be alleviated with cheap imitations. What I needed was her body under mine, my name spilling from her lips as she begged for release. I’d give it to her, too, but not until I’d teased and tortured out every last drop of pleasure.

For the next two days, I worked my ass off and scared every employee working with me to get the account to where it should’ve already been. My patience wore thin and I despised the fact that I’d had to fly over and do everything myself. Usually I wouldn’t have minded. I liked to travel and the challenge of my job.

But now that I only had limited time with a woman who had driven me into the obsessed range, it was a nuisance. For the first few days here, I’d tried to deny the way thoughts of her consumed me, but I didn’t bother anymore. I was obsessed with her body and all the things I wanted to do with it. Obsessed with her voice, and last night, when I’d finally reached my hotel room, I called her just to hear it. Her sleep-roughened rasp made it clear I’d woken her up, and as I climbed into bed, we talked about our days, falling easily into conversation. One thing led to another, and I demanded she show me what she was wearing.

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