Page 32 of Spice and Revenge

“You seem to have a thing against famous people,” I say.

“Not at all,” she counters.

“But you seem to single me out?” I prod.

“I've never made such a claim, sir,” she says, her gaze undeterred as she stresses the ‘sir’.

“I see.”

I know there’s no more need for her to be here. She has gotten the message—she’ll be going with me on my business trip. Now is the best time to dismiss her. My mind screams it at me. But for some reason, I want to hear her talk, I want her around me. This is the first time we're alone together, and a part of me wants to savor this moment.

I nod, running a hand over my jaw. “So, it's because you're afraid to be alone with me,” I state bluntly.

She scoffs, crossing her arms across her chest. The movement draws my eyes to her chest, where the tops of her breasts are now more visible through the neckline of her nightgown.

“I am not scared of being alone with you,” she says defiantly.

I smirk. For the first time tonight, my words have a visible effect on her. It’s subtle, but I notice the way she tenses and how her eyes dart all over the room, looking everywhere else but at me.

“Really?” I drawl lowly.

She blows out a breath before she replies. “We are alone now, aren’t we? Do you see me cowering in fear?” she shoots back, her voice harder than before.

But I see right through her, and I know it’s all an act.

The moment she stands up to leave, I don't hesitate. Swiftly, I rise from my seat and easily cross over to her, closing the distance between us. Her eyes widen, following my movements intently as I stop mere inches away from her. Her breath hitches, and instinctively, she takes a step back.

I smile in satisfaction when I catch the flustered look on her face.

“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.

“Making you cower,” I declare, punctuating my words with another step forward, making her step back again until her back hits the bookshelf behind her. I’ve got her right where I want her.

Electricity cracks between us as I lift a finger and caress the side of her face. She shudders, and the reaction makes pleasure roll up my spine.

Up close, I make out her features better—her full lips, her perfect brows, her small nose and the light dusting of freckles above it, her long eyelashes and dark green eyes. Her blonde hair fallsdown to her waist, framing her flawless skin. She is fucking beautiful.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?” A sharp gasp leaves her lips as my hand finds her waist, my thumb sliding slowly over her hipbones.

“How long I’ve wanted to get you alone and uninterrupted like this?” I whisper in her ear. Her smell envelops me, tickling my nostrils. I almost groan into the softness of her neck, breathing her in.

As if she can no longer fight it, she leans into me, her body relaxing under my touch.

“And what do you plan on doing to me now that you have me alone and undisturbed?” she asks, breathless. My dick instantly hardens at the sound of her soft voice. I bite her neck gently, eliciting a small sound from her, just like in my dream.

“I’d rather show you instead,” I say huskily.

My fingers find the hem of her nightgown to pull it off, but I don’t think I’ll be able to think straight if I have to see her completely naked in front of me.

I want to be in control here.

I slip my hands up underneath her dress instead, grabbing the flesh of her ass as I lift her. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, burying her hands in my hair as I drag my teeth over her neck.

I walk over to my desk and dump her on it. She makes a low sound as I spread her legs and step between them. My hands slide up to cup her breasts, squeezing them as I look into her eyes. I almost groan at the feeling of her hardened nipples through the thin cotton material. And because I can’t resist, I bend down to softly bite the one clothed nipple.

Her lips part on an exhale, and she arches slightly toward me as she lets out a small moan. She reaches up and slides her hands out of her sleeves, letting her nightgown drop to her waist.

Shit. She is absolutely perfect in every way. My eyes roam over her body, taking in her pink nipples, her flat stomach, and her slim waist. Her skin glows under the dim lighting, and I groan before bending down to take one hardened nipple into my mouth.

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