Page 25 of Indecent Proposal

“What are you talking about?” I asked, batting my eyes and keeping my tone angelic. I dried off my hands and walked towards him, leaning one hand against the dinner table.

“Playing the innocent game,” he drawled. “Nice try. I saw the video feed. You do a great downward dog but your warrior pose could use some work.”

“You do yoga now?” I asked skeptically.

He shrugged. “I’ve dated a few yoga instructors.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“You’re still sleeping in my clothes,” he went on, ignoring my comment. “I wasn’t expecting that. Turns out you are just full of surprises, Miss Turner.”

“I thought I told you, you can call me Claire.”

“Well in that case, I’ll remind you to call me ‘sir’,” Vaughn growled.

My entire body felt like it was lighting up. Just one sentence from him, one piercing look, and I was ready to melt into the floor. It was so much more than Richard had ever done to me, even when he was actually touching me.

Vaughn looked like he wanted to devour me. And oh, God, I would let him.

“I don’t know,” I said, deliberately provoking him, not wanting to give into him too easily. “Should I really call you sir? I mean, why should I?”

Vaughn smirked, his eyes alight with a heated satisfaction. “I suspected it might go this way. In fact, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t kind of hoping it would.”

I was so aroused and excited I felt like I was going to burst out of my skin. When was the last time sex had given me such a sense of anticipation? I couldn’t remember. Hell, I wasn’t even sure we were going to have sex. But whatever was going to happen, I knew it would be good.

“You went outside. Deliberately. After I told you not to. I disciplined you, and yet you still choose to defy me.” Vaughn slowly advanced on me, a big, bad predatory wolf towards a sheep. “I suppose I’ll have to get a little firmer in my methods.”

I stood my ground, my chin lifting stubbornly. “You can certainly try.”

“You still haven’t answered me about prancing around in a towel and going to sleep in my clothes.” Vaughn’s eyes danced with mischief and that deep voice nearly hypnotized me. “Is there something you want from me, Claire?”

I shifted anxiously on my feet, feeling my breasts tingle and my nipples tighten as he neared. “Maybe.”

“Maybe. So coy.”

Vaughn had almost reached me now. My breathing was rapid and shallow. I tried to control it, to keep myself appearing calm, but I was sure he could tell how turned on I was.

He stopped, only an inch or two away, his eyes hot on me. I wanted him to touch me so badly I shook with the possibility.

“On your knees, Claire,” he murmured, and even though his tone was soft, and his posture lax, the dominance in him was still there.

My heart raced in my chest. “O-on my knees?”

He nodded. “I’m not going to ask again.”

That might have sounded like a threat, coming from many other people. But as much as I liked the idea of him grabbing me by the hair and forcing me down onto my knees, his soft tone suggested that what he meant was that if I didn’t do it, he would stop. He would back away.

Clearly, he wasn’t going to do anything that I didn’t want him to do.

Slowly, keeping eye contact with him the entire time, I lowered myself down onto my knees. I had to crane my neck up by the time I was on the floor. He was tall, and so broad, a solid rock of muscle. In my position, he looked like a giant, looming over me. I loved the size difference between us, and the feeling of power that he held.

My gaze traveled downward, to the bulge already forming beneath the fly of his pants. I absently licked my lips. I wanted to see his cock so badly . . .

Vaughn’s hand came down to cup my chin, tipping my head back to keep my face tilted up at him. “Very good.” His voice remained soft, but no less effective. “So youcanfollow orders. When you choose to.”

“I follow the orders I enjoy following,” I pointed out.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to make following all of my orders enjoyable,” Vaughn replied, a seductive look in his dark eyes. “But obviously, I can’t reward such defiant behavior. You were a bad girl, Claire. That means you need to be disciplined.”

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