Page 81 of Savage Bosses

“I —” She closed her eyes as if to shut me out.

“Is this the only reason you didn’t want to have dinner with me?”

“Don’t you understand? I want you, Anik. I always want you. I’m in a constant state of arousal and being around you doesn't help. It also doesn’t help that you’ve denied me from coming.”

My chest tightened. And I swore my dick and balls were preparing to ambush her pussy.

“Sometimes, I don’t know whether your anger is playful or you resent me for what happened. I wouldn’t blame you if you did, Anik. Leaving you unconscious was pretty fucked up. I know that. That night haunts me. But never being able to earn your forgiveness, that shatters me each day.” Her hands tightened on my waist. “But if you can’t…” She swallowed thickly, her eyes clouding again. “Let me go.”

“No.” I clenched my teeth. A wave of emotions crashed against my chest.

“Anik—”

Because I was at a loss for words and still had some shit to figure out, I lowered my mouth to Zoerina’s. She was vulnerable with me and that could only be repaid in kind with a response she deserved. Our kiss was long and tender, filled with all the emotions I couldn’t name just yet. I’d closed myself off for so long, fueling my passion into growing Pentiko that I’d forgotten how it could be outside of my planned Den visits.

I explored every corner of her mouth, giving and taking. Without words I showered her with all the warmth I had to give, then I reached lower, giving her more. It was an offering and a plea.

“I don’t resent you.” Her punk ex boyfriend, yes. And when the gulf deal was secure, I planned to rain hell on every aspect of his insignificant life. Not only for his bitch move at the Den but for mistreating Zoerina.

“You’re not playing fair kissing me like that,” she said, her eyes glossy with arousal.

“I don’t intend to play fair.” Kissing was her kryptonite and I planned to use it to my advantage.

Before I could kiss her again, her stomach rumbled and I smiled. “Time to feed you,” I said.

CHAPTER 15

Zoerina

T

he phone on my desk rang and I contemplated not answering. It was way past office hours but I barely got any work done today with Anik occupying my thoughts. And when he wasn’t on my mind, he always seemed close enough to touch. The man had a way of unnerving me and dialing into my horny side.

He’d forgiven my past transgressions. But the knowledge that he’s keeping track of my office screw-ups combined with my aggravated state made me more cautious. I spent the entire week double-checking my work…triple checking. Anything to avoid prolonging my current situation.

Similar to every day since my punishment, my panties were drenched. In all honesty, my constant wetness didn’t take more than finding Anik perched on my desk each morning—his muscular thighs outlined under his pants.

“Did you touch yourself last night?” he’d asked each morning in greeting.

I always tried and failed to make myself immune to his presence, and his cologne invading my nose. Damn it, did the man have boundaries? How was I supposed to work with him constantly inches from my pen holder?

Yet, I had always answered his maddening question. “Yes.”

He hadn’t said I couldn’t touch myself or taste the sweetness of my juices. It was pure torture but I’would continue if it took the edge off. The problem was, tasting myself only made me hornier. And angrier at my boss for not giving me what I wanted. There was no doubt he knew exactly what his presence did to me. How he affected my entire body.

When he stopped at my desk one afternoon, I bit the inside of my cheek. The slight sting was a pinprick, almost unnoticeable in my tumultuous emotions.

After four days, I was in a bitchy mood. “I played with myselfallnight,” I said, stepping between his thighs. I watched his eyes darken before narrowing into disapproving slits. My heart raced. Punishment wasn’t even my kink, not until Anik. “I’m still wet if you want to taste me.” Wet was an understatement. My panties’ sole purpose was to keep me from embarrassing myself in the office.

“Did you come, fatenah?” He gripped my chin, nudging my face closer.

That was all it took to make my sex throb anew. A single touch.

I shivered.

My eyes latched onto his mouth, lips I craved to lick. But, I lifted my gaze to hold his. I could lie but lord knew another spanking without an orgasm would drive me insane.

“I didn’t come,” I confessed as I’d done each morning.

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