Page 38 of Betrayed

Chapter 12

AS MARI BENT TO UNPACKmore of the shipment of lingerie from the large box on her storeroom floor, a twinge in her thigh muscles brought back memories of the night before. Her thoughts stirred a much more pleasant sensation between her legs, which set off a chain reaction of heat and moisture gathering in still-tender parts.

Obeying wasn’t the only thing she was out of practice with. Fortunately, Arturo wasn’t. He knew exactly what to do to stimulate her body, expertly finding and teasing her pleasure points until she was trembling with need beneath his skilled hands. And his generous size, which she never had quite so much of, added to the residual ache this morning.

The parting kiss he’d pressed to her lips after escorting her to her car nearly had her begging to stay for more of the same. But she’d still been uneasy after the emotional session and her meltdown, making her feel like a novice instead of a woman with decades of experience in the lifestyle. Despite his gentle treatment and reassurances, she’d felt uncertain. Attuned to her every response with this only their second session, he’d taken her chin in his hand. Then, with a dominance that made her heart race and the hair on her arms stand on end, he stated in no uncertain terms they weren’t finished exploring the explosive chemistry between them.

Arturo was forever saying things like that, free with his feelings, an apology—an occurrence which had nearly blown her mind—and often checking in with her. Not that he wasn’t in control to the nth degree, but his approach differed greatly from what she was used to. Maybe it was the way of European doms, which was a far cry from the often stoic, closemouthed, and frequently over-the-top Texans she’d been playing with in the past year. She had a suspicion it was the man whose protective, nurturing, and sensual nature shone through more than the rest.

She could get used to that.

Smiling softly to herself, she stood practically on her head inside the box to reach the last few packages of lace panties at the bottom. Her own lace underwear stretching across her still-swollen and sensitive pussy made the heat and tingling worse. Especially inside, where the tactile memory of his long, thick cock filling and driving into her lingered. She’d come three times to his one, if she counted correctly.

A large hand brushing over her upturned bottom and giving it a squeeze made her jump in alarm. Squealing, she popped upright and whirled around to give her assailant a scathing set down. The harsh words froze on her tongue when she encountered glittering green eyes dancing with silent laughter. Her eyes shot to the door that a smiling Katy was pulling closed behind her.

“Your assistant is quite helpful.” He pulled her against his long, hard frame. “I think I’ll enjoy having her in my corner.”

Suddenly breathless, she tipped her head back and blurted out, “What are you doing in Houston?”

“My business is here. Did I neglect to tell you that?”

“I don’t think the subject came up. We had other things to focus on, sir.”

“This is true.” He lowered his head to hers, pausing with his mouth a breath away. “You may call me Arturo outside the club, Mari. In fact, I’d like to hear my name from your lips before I kiss you senseless.”

She laughed, unable to help it. “You cast off your dominant title in the same breath you give an order.”

His grin was irresistibly devastating. “I suppose it’s something I can’t completely shut off, particularly when holding a beautiful submissive in my arms. But enough talk. I haven’t tasted you in hours, which is a crime. Say my name, Mari.”

“Arturo,” she replied, a sudden huskiness to her tone.

His lips, warm and demanding, descended upon hers and the way his hands, big and strong, captured a cheek in each palm and lifting her against the proof of his desire, robbed her of lucid thought. Her arms entwined around his neck and her fingers couldn’t keep from threading through his thick, wavy hair. As she surrendered to his insistent mouth without concern to it being the middle of her business day and that her staff could pop in and catch them at any moment.

Thankfully, Arturo had more control and soon ended the kiss.

“I didn’t stop by to fuck you in your storeroom,chérie. Although the idea has merit.”

Without his tongue in her mouth, it was somewhat easier to think. As such, she eased her grip on his hair, watching as the glossy strands fell back into place. She knew women who would kill for his hair. Then she blinked, appalled at having lost herself so in his kiss.

“I’m sorry. For a moment, I forgot where we were.”

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