Page 58 of Savage Bosses

“Have sex in plain view of others or with another man while in a relationship?”

“Neither.”

“You hold all the power,” I said, reassuring her. “Say the word, and this stops.” She attempted to peer across the room, but I tilted her chin until she held my gaze. “He doesn’t get a say.” I caressed the spot under her lower lip with my thumb. “And that’s the last time you’ll look at him while you’re with me.”

She swallowed.

“I need to know you understand that you’re in control, Zoerina.”

“I haven’t changed my mind.” Drawing my thumb between her teeth, she gave a playful nibble that sent shivers down my spine.

A rush of sensation left me immobile as her tongue flitted around my finger. Her grip tightened, cocooning the single digit in wet heat. I was lost when she dragged her teeth along the pad, tightening every nerve ending in my body. The way she played with me was nothing short of magical. Every gesture she made drew me in, and I found myself unable to look elsewhere. I was mesmerized.

When she released my finger, I brought it to my lips. It was the closest I would come to not breaking her rules. Her flavor on my tongue ignited a hunger within me, a longing to pull her close and lose myself in the taste of her.

“What do I taste like?” she boldly asked.

My cock hardened. “Like paradise,” I whispered. “Like paradise.” I slowly trailed my hands over her shoulders, lowering her dress straps off her shoulders. I moved them downward until her thin dress hovered over her nipples. She inhaled a shaky breath. Despite her earlier courage, her nervousness was just beneath the surface. I waited, in no hurry to sample her delights. I wanted her as committed as I was. “Would you like me to stop?”

She bit her lower lip between her teeth. “No.”

“Something is on your mind.” I didn’t want her occupied with distracting thoughts. “What is it?” I searched her brown eyes, now brilliant with traces of lust. “No holding back, remember?”

“I didn’t expect tenderness.”

Did she expect me to drag her to the closest surface, and hike up her dress before screwing her like a wild animal? I gave her dress a firm tug, setting her erect nipples free, and we both inhaled sharply. Her breasts beckoned for attention and I gave them what they were begging for. Leaving her arms restrained in her dress straps, I cupped them, letting their firm weight fill my palms. “What did you expect?” Before she responded, I lowered my head, flicking my tongue over her engorged bud.

Her hands gripped my shoulders as her back bowed, filling my mouth with her dark areola. “Chains…flogging—”

I rolled her nipple gently between my teeth.

“Oohh!”

“What else?” I switched to her other breast, paying it equal homage. If her nails digging into my shoulders were a sign, her breasts were a source of pleasure. Sensitive. And I had every intention of finding out how reactive they were.

Zoerina gasped when my teeth clamped around the swollen bud. “I expected an orgy,” she heaved, sweeping one hand over my nape.

Her touch was light, almost hesitant, but as her hand played with the short hairs on my neck, I couldn’t help but shudder. “Are you disappointed?” I released her nipple, glistening from my saliva, into the air-conditioned room.

“No.” Her nails added their own bite, but not deep enough to add crescent moons on my skin.

Her satisfaction was a soothing balm for my ego. But from what little she’d told me, I gathered that this evening wasn’t about her. I planned to change that. Make it so that she remembered tonight and me when she slid under the covers to sleep. When she thought she was alone, my touch and my face would be the images behind her eyelids. And as she slipped her hand between her thighs in search of relief, she would imagine me delivering her first gasping stroke.

“Orgies are not on the menu on Thursday nights —” I let her dress pool around her ankles — “But say the word and I’ll arrange it another night.”

Her skin heated under my hand. “What makes you think we’ll have another night?”

I lowered my eyes to her mouth before returning to her gaze. One night wasn’t sufficient to savor the sensation of her velvety skin against mine and her ragged breathing as I drew closer to her. I was a greedy man. Zoerina’s courage and sexual energy blended with mine to ignite a desire that burned hot within me. I didn’t dare share my thoughts for fear of scaring her away from my arms.

“We’ll have to make our time together count, then.” I advanced two steps and she retreated in equal measure until her legs bumped against the bed. “Undress me.” I issued an order that was both a dare and a desperate plea to feel her skin against mine. But though her fingers faltered when she slid her hands under my jacket, she didn’t skip a beat. Zoerina tilted her chin and did my bidding, sending my jacket, then my tie to pool on the floor with her dress. She unbuttoned my shirt as I waited impatiently for her to tug the garment from my waist. The moment the shirt was off my body, her nails traced the planes of my broad chest. Clenching my fist was all I could do to keep from acting like the wild animal she expected.

My nipples weren't sensitive, they’d never been, but when she ran her nails over them, my head fell back in a soundless cry. I groaned and she did it again.

Fuck!

I needed to taste her and if she wouldn’t allow kissing; I had to find other ways to get what I wanted. “On the bed,” I growled, grabbing her hands when they reached for my belt.

“Heels on or off?”

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