Page 68 of Bitter Confessions

“I don’t?—”

He gripped her shoulders so he could plant himself as deep as possible, making her womb burn.

She reached back and sank her nails into him, but he didn’t relent. “Roth!”

“Answer the fucking question. If I tell you to suck me, if I tell you I want you in the car, on the jet, on my desk, what do you say?”

“Yes, yes!”

“That’s what I want to hear, princess,” he clipped. “Now, fucking brace.”

She did as she was told. There was the sharp nip of uncertainty as he plastered her against the glass and began to fuck her. He was rough, merciless, his sophistication disintegrating to be replaced by his beast. His grip was bruising, and his love bites on her neck and shoulder bordered on pain, but she didn’t tell him to stop because the fragmented threats and compliments were music to her ears. She fought a little, knowing it would spur him on. She wasn’t disappointed. He went absolutely gonzo, demanding her surrender by fucking her so violently that tears streamed down her cheeks. Pain melded with primitive rapture.

The fact they were in his office with the door unlocked and hundreds of voyeurs witnessing him being a complete savage made her dizzy with delight. She orgasmed on a scream that was horror movie worthy, cheek and tits numb from being pressed against the freezing, unforgiving glass. Roth slammed his hand against the wall with such force that even in the midst of her orgasm there was a distant worry he might have done damage to it or himself.

“Jamie?”

“You make me fucking crazy,” he panted into her tangled hair as he spilled. “I don’t know whether I love or hate what you do to me.”

When he slumped against her, she braced both hands against the glass to keep them upright. He groaned, sinking himself as deep as possible, before he brushed gentle kisses over her tender, throbbing skin.

“Okay?” he said hoarsely.

She nodded, unable to string words together. He turned her around and picked her up. He acted like she was weightless. One asshole had the gall to tell her he wasn’t sure she should be on top because she weighed too much. She wasn’t a twig, but she wasn’t that big. Or she hadn’t thought so until he’d said so. Needless to say, she’d kicked his ass out but had never forgotten the incident. Thankfully, she’d married a man who didn’t complain about how much she weighed, and she didn’t have to worry about breaking him in half.

When her bare ass landed on something cold, she clutched at him before realizing they were in a private bathroom she’d never noticed before. Unlike the office, it was dimly lit. There were touches of wood mixed with dark stone, reminding her of a high-end spa. There was a glass shower, a wood stool, and a door that she assumed led to a closet.

He settled her on the vanity before washing his face, slicking back his mussed hair and wetting a towel to clean her. She stayed quiet and compliant throughout; breath unsteady and body tingling from being so thoroughly used. Roth rinsed the cloth and continued his task. She examined his face. His mind was already far away. It was jarring for him to be so hyperfixated during sex and have him disengage so quickly after. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and beg for a couple more minutes, but she knew he had to get back to work. She examined his pensive expression as her mind sifted through their interlude.

“Are you really going to let someone watch us?”

His busy hand paused before his gaze rose to hers. “Is that what you want?”

Her brow puckered as she sensed the underlying tension in his question. She tried to keep the mood light by giving him a shrug and gentle smile.

“I don’t need that. It’s just a fantasy. I wouldn’t ask that of you if you weren’t comfortable.”

He tossed the rag in the sink and planted his hands on either side of her.

“How many guys did you do that with?”

She jerked. “None!”

“Are you lying?”

“No!” The men in Boston weren’t as adventurous as she’d hoped. She ran her hand down his chest to soothe him. “You don’t have to make our sex life more adventurous than it already is, unless...” She searched his face. “Is that something you want to try as well?” She ignored the flip in her tummy as she asked, “What have you done?” When he didn’t answer, she prompted, “Threesomes? Bondage?”

Roth was a kinky bastard and had brought up multiple sexual fantasies since they reunited. His need for control and submission made him a natural dom. Was that why he preferred prostitutes or escorts?

Roth stepped back, leaving the hand that had been on his chest suspended in midair. She watched in stupefied silence as he walked out of the bathroom, leaving her sitting naked on the vanity. Her pleasant afterglow vanished. What the fuck was that? He could ask about her kinks and sexual history, but his were off-limits?

She hopped off the vanity and examined her reflection. She looked thoroughly fucked: eyes glassy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, hair in absolute disarray. She had several wicked love bites that the neckline of her dress wouldn’t hide.

She splashed her face, hoping the cold water would cool her vivid blush and swollen lips. Apparently, she hit a nerve, and he retreated behind that stone wall of his. What had she expected? Roth wasn’t going to change in a week... maybe never. Their relationship would take ten steps forward, two back, three forward, eight back. She shouldn’t take it personally. That’s who he was. At least he hadn’t dismissed her when she interrupted his meeting. That was progress… She just wished it hadn't felt like he dismissed her once he got what he wanted from her.

She opened the cabinet and found an assortment of toiletries, including an extra bottle of Roth’s cologne, extra toothbrushes, and a comb. She stared at the unwrapped toothbrushes for a long moment before shaking her head and grabbing one. She glared defiantly at her reflection. She wasn’t going to go there.

Her heart skipped when she heard the rumble of his voice. He wouldn’t let anyone in while she was in this state, which meant he was on the phone. Adjusting the time for his next meeting? Her time was definitely up. She snatched his comb to style her hair in a way that would cover the bright red marks that were glaringly obvious on her pale skin.

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