Page 20 of Indecent Proposal

Calling himsirdid things to me. It made me ache between my legs, so hot I felt like my pussy was pulsing. Unfortunately for Vaughn, what had just happened didn’t encourage me to obey the rules. Far from it. It encouraged me to break them.

If this was what he did to me when I broke the rules just a little bit, then I wanted to see what would happen if I broke them deliberately, knowing full well what was going to happen to me when he found out. I wanted to know what he would do when I was flaunting the rules and taunting him, being a brat.

It was funny—in my real life, I didn’t want a man controlling me. That had been part of the problem with Richard, I realized. He had expectations for me. Nothing he’d been a jerk about. Nothing was really said overtly, it was just… understood. I would be the dutiful wife and support his career, and do his fundraisers, and make him look good.

But in the bedroom? No, God forbid he have anything other than the basics down when it came to sex. I usually ended up on top, which was fun sometimes but it often made me feel like I was the one doing all the work, like he wasn’t on top because he couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort.

Vaughn, on the other hand…

I had no idea how much I craved something like this in the bedroom until I now had a taste of it. The possibilities made me dizzy. Now that we’d crossed this line a little bit, I was sure I could convince him to cross it with me again, to go even further, and further…

Vaughn curled his finger under my chin and tilted my face up slightly, like he wanted to see me better, and I felt a hot shiver works its way down my spine. I wanted to glance down and see if he was hard, the same way that I was wet, but with the position of his legs I couldn’t quite tell.

For a moment, I was sure that he would kiss me. I wanted it, nearly begged for it, the words trapped in my throat—

Vaughn stood up, letting me go. I was so off-kilter I swayed a little. “I hope you’ll behave from now on. I have some questions I need to ask you about Richard.”

…and just like that we were back to business.Great.

I tried to get my libido under control, and answer his questions. Vaughn had been doing his usual digging into Richard’s life, and now wanted to look into the company that Richard worked for.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay with that?” I asked.

The man’s entire body was distracting me. The curve of his jaw, how large his hands were, how thick his thighs were (I could straddle them so easily…), even how he smelled, like pine trees. Everything was driving me insane. I wanted to do something stupid like bury my face into his neck to smell him better.

Christ, what was I, fourteen!?

“What do you mean?” Vaughn asked. He sat down at the table now that he’d finished his report of what he’d found over the past few days, and I followed suit, careful not to sit too close.

“I mean… Richard worked for a really powerful company. Are you going to be okay, if you start poking around? They’re not going to like that.”

“What are they going to do, send lawyers at me?” Vaughn smirked.

That same cockiness that had driven me so crazy our first day together was back. I scowled. “You realize a sniper shot at me and it was luck he missed?”

“He didn’t miss because of luck. I felt the bullet.”

I frowned in confusion at him. “You what?”

Vaughn sighed. “When a bullet or any object moves through the air at a high speed, it disturbs the air around it. You can feel that disturbance and internalize it. That’s how I was able to grab you in time.”

Huh.

“Human beings rely heavily on sight to process things,” he went on. “But there are other senses that we can hone that are just as powerful. Smell is actually the strongest sense for memory. Doctors recommend amnesiac patients find familiar scents, like those of favorite foods or loved ones, to trigger memories.”

I’d never admit it out loud to him, but I found this random information fascinating.

“When it comes to sensing danger, your eyes aren’t actually what your body depends on. It depends on your spatial awareness,” he said, and I almost smiled at how nerdy this alpha man sounded. “Predators could come at you from the side or behind, when you couldn’t see them, so being aware of movement around you was more important for survival in that way. Once you know how your body works, you can train that stuff, hone it, and use it to your advantage.”

Okay,so that might’ve been one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard. I swallowed hard. “But—you’re still in danger.”

“Trust me, Miss Turner,” he drawled. “I’m used to being in danger.”

“Claire,” I blurted out. Then, feeling like an idiot, I added, “If you’re going to spank me you might as well call me Claire.”

Vaughn’s eyes darkened. “Claire,” he said, his voice low and warm.

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to hold in my whimper. I wanted to hear him growling my name in my ear as he fucked me. I wanted to hear him say it as an order that I obeyed by dropping to my knees and . . .

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