Page 87 of Captivated By Him

“I thought you would let it drop considering all that happened. Plus, I did save your father’s life.” It’s a card I wasn’t planning to play so soon, but if he has his way and actually punishes me, he won’t give me what my body craves. He’ll want to make a point.

He stares at me a long minute without blinking before a grin cracks through and he laughs.

“I suppose I can’t really whip your ass for that then.” He wipes his hands on a towel and grabs hold of my arms. “I’ll just whip your ass because I’ve been waiting weeks to get my hands on you again.”

The playfulness dancing in his eyes has my stomach turning over again. If he’s teasing me, I may actually have to hurt him.

“Does that mean you’ll do more than just kiss me and send me to bed?” I ask in all seriousness. Because if I get one more goodnight kiss without anything else, I’m going to scream.

“Oh, yeah.” He nods. “Now, lose the dress.” He plucks the neckline of my dress with his middle finger.

“Here?” I look around as though we might not be alone. I’m not sure exactly what’s happened with him and his father, but the warehouse has been less and less busy downstairs. Less men, less boxes, less machinery. He tells me not to worry; everything is how it should be.

“Would you rather we go downstairs?” he teases. “I think there’s a small crew down there this morning.”

My face heats immediately. “That’s not what I meant.”

“You meant, shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?”

I nod, my tongue suddenly too heavy to form words appropriately.

“Why do that when the right equipment is right here.” He reaches behind him to the canister holding the cooking utensils. Grabbing a wooden spoon, he points at me. “Out of that dress.”

An electric shiver courses through my body. The firmness in his tone wraps around my body. His authority, his confidence creates an even hum inside of my mind. I don’t need to worry about anything. Right now. This moment. Jakub is in complete control.

All I have to do is give over and he’ll give me everything.

It takes two swipes of my hands across my shoulders to shove the straps down my arms. The cotton dress pools at my feet, leaving me standing naked in the kitchen. I steady my gaze on his and flick the dress out of the way with my foot.

There’s a twitch to his grin. As much as he loves to see me bend to his will, the man gets even harder when I’m strong for him. And by the stiff rod pressing against his jeans right now, I’d say he’s pretty damn happy with me.

“No bra or panties?” He points to my bare breasts with the spoon. “Were you hoping for something?”

I roll my shoulders back and stand tall. “I was hoping you’d finally stop treating me like a piece of fragile glass.”

His eyes narrow on me, while his tongue slips between his full lips. This might not be good. He’s thinking of devious things to do to me.

“Touch your pussy for me. Show me how wet you are,” he orders, waving the spoon around like it’s a damn wand. Hell, maybe it is, because without much thought at all, I’m obeying his every word.

Gently, I push my fingers between my legs, feeling the hot wetness of my pussy. I brush over my clit and I can’t help but sigh at the gloriousness of it.

“Let me see,” he orders, tapping my hand with the spoon.

I clench my teeth—any backtalk now will not go well for me—and hold out my hand. The sun rays from the kitchen window catch my fingertips, and my pussy juices glisten.

He steps close enough to me I can inhale his aftershave. It’s all spice and musk. With his eyes aimed at me, he grabs my wrist and brings my wet fingers to his lips. I watch, unable not to, as his tongue runs over my flesh, licking one finger then the other, before putting both fingers into his mouth. My toes curl when he sucks.

“Fuck,” I mutter. I’m going to come unglued just watching this man.

His grin tells me he’s well aware of his effect on me.

Taking the spoon in both hands, he holds it to my mouth, with the wooden handle horizontal. “Open.”

“What? Why?” I ask, pulling back a bit.

“Tsk. Tsk. Being a good girl means doing without asking. Now open. Your. Mouth.”

As soon as my lips are parted, he shoves the handle between my teeth.

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