Page 83 of Savage Bosses

“I know,” Anik said. “But when I woke alone and with no memory of what happened, I felt betrayed in a place I’d always felt safe. Trusting isn’t easy for me but I know how I feel when we’re together and I want to explore us if you’re willing.”

“I would like that,” I said. Deep down I knew I wanted more of Anik and me from our first meeting. “You could have told me this in your office instead of keeping me in a constant state of arousal.”

“I enjoy coming to the Den, fatenah, and don’t want aspects of our first experience to overshadow the rest.” He caressed my cheek, coaxing me to lean into his gentle touch.

I nodded.

“What better place to begin anew?”

I took a generous sip from my drink, more to calm my racing pulse than to savor the herbal flavors tickling my tongue. The liquor was strong and I coughed. “What is this?” There was no way we were drinking the same thing.

“Arak,” he said, suddenly trapping me between his arms and the counter. “You’ll come to enjoy it. You’ll come to enjoy all the pleasures I give you.”

Well, damn.

My skin heated.

At the moment, I only craved one delight. My reward for denying myself an orgasm.

“I thought of making you wait another day but when I saw you in this cute little red skirt this morning—”

I chose my outfit because the color matched my mood. Unquenched hunger.

“This afternoon, while you pretended to ignore me, I swore I tasted your arousal.”

I flushed. I’d been soaked all day and no amount of wet wipes kept me dry.

“You’re wet now, aren’t you?”

I whimpered. He didn’t need my answer.

Anik crouched to one knee and my eyes widened when his hands trailed up my thighs and over my hips to grip my panties. I glanced around the lounge but no one was alarmed by my boss's actions. He eased the garment to my ankles and I stepped out of my lace panties.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, sniffing my underwear as if it was the most natural action in the world. “Soaked, as I expected.”

I swallowed. “You promised me release.” Right now all he was doing was making the flames caressing my skin burn hotter.

“You’re right, fatenah.” He shoved my panties into his pocket and took my hand. “Let’s go.”

“Wait! My panties,” I hissed.

“You don’t need them where we’re going.”

We took a short elevator ride to a luxurious suite on the fourth floor that matched the rest of the decor in the Den. Except, this was a toy room most couples only dreamed about. From the dick-shaped coat hooks on the wall to the array of whips, robes, and paddles on the shelves.

“I’ve been asked to test some toys,” he said.

“I won’t last,” I said honestly, eyeing the St. Andrews Cross in the middle of the room.

“I guarantee you, our resident toy procurer wants you to come as much and as often as I do.”

I was so aroused it wouldn’t take much for my first release, though I wanted nothing more than to draw out our play.

Anik took me in his arms and kissed me, wiping away thoughts of anything but him. The feel of his body against mine. His hand, demanding and strong at my nape, his tongue dueling with mine.

He was everywhere. Manipulating my body as though he’d mapped out every curve and valley. As if somewhere in the last weeks he had claimed me and I had relented.

“Lift your arms.”

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