Page 45 of Twisted Fate

“You’re here early,” he mused, his eyes skating down my body.

“As promised,” I replied, and his eyes flared, remembering our conversation from Saturday night.

He stalked toward me, and I fought the urge to take a step back at the predatory look in his eyes. “That’s right. You did promise me a special treat. Time to pay up.” He bent and curled his hands around the backs of my thighs, lifting me into his arms. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his back as he carried me to his office. He kicked the door closed and turned the lock before bringing me to his desk and placing me on my feet. The top of it was empty, and I wondered if he cleared it in preparation for this.

“I want you completely bare,” he rasped, reaching for the button on my shorts. “I’m going to feast on you until I’ve had my fill,” he proclaimed before capturing my mouth in a punishing kiss. “And then I’m going to bend you over this desk and make you see stars.” He pushed my shorts and panties down my legs, and I stepped out of them. His warm palms slid up my sides, dragging the cotton up my waist and over my chest. I lifted my arms as he pulled my top off and let it drop to the floor, my bra joining it soon after.

His gaze darkened as it took me in, every inch of my skin exposed for his perusal. Normally, I’d want to cover myself, to keep all the intimate parts concealed from eyesight. But the way he looked at me, with reverence and appreciation glinting in his eyes, emboldened me. I wanted him to see me, to touch me, to consume me: body, mind, and soul.

My eyes went wide as he slid the silk tie from around his neck. What was he going to do with that? Goosebumps pebbled my skin as tingles of excitement surged through my body.

“Hands together,” his deep voice rumbled in command. I did as he requested, my already accelerated heart rate doubling. My stomach dipped, and I grew slick as the silky material skated over my skin. I was completely naked, my hands being tied together by a man who was fully clothed. It was erotic and lascivious, and I’d never been more turned on in my life.

With my hands secured, he guided me onto his desk. He flattened his hand on my chest and urged me to lie back. Within minutes, I was shattering beneath him, and my bound hands fisted in his hair as he devoured me.

I was still riding high when he flipped me over and stretched my arms above my head, securing the loop in his tie around a knob on his desk drawer. I heard the distinct sound of a zipper and the tearing of a foil packet before one hand came to rest on my hip. With the other, he slowly slid the broad head of his thick cock over my dripping entrance and up to my clit. My hips jumped at the contact on my still sensitive bud.

“I think you’re ready for me,” Vance said as he slid his length back and forth over my core.

“Mmm,” I moaned in confirmation, unable to form coherent words. He understood completely. He slammed into me, and I cried out in surprise. Soon, those cries turned to moans as he thrust into me, hitting me in just the right spot. The edge of the desk bit into my thighs with each surge of his hips, but I didn’t care. This felt too good. The house could have fallen down around us, and I still wouldn’t have wanted to stop.

I was quickly approaching another orgasm. My inner muscles tightened around him, and he let out a groan of satisfaction. As promised, he made me see stars.

When we were finished, he collapsed against my back and reached up to untie my wrists. I’d never had anyone bind me during sex. If anyone else had tried, I probably would’ve panicked and froze in fear. But I trusted Vance. He’d never done anything to make me feel uneasy or trapped. Even with his weight on me, I knew if I asked him to move, he wouldn’t hesitate. And I didn’t want him to go anywhere.

Too soon he stood, taking with him the warmth of his body. I shivered as cool air whispered over my sweat-dampened skin. Straightening, I rubbed at my wrists where the tie had pulled against them. Vance immediately grabbed my hands, a scowl pinching his brow as he inspected the slightly reddened skin.

He cursed under his breath. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, his thumb brushing over my pulse point. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“You didn’t hurt me.” I rushed to assure him. If he thought he hurt me, he wouldn’t do it again, and I definitely wanted him to do that again.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“Positive,” I breathed, my gaze falling to his mouth. He noticed, and his face relaxed. As he leaned down, his hands came up to cup my face, and he placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll start on breakfast?”

“Isn’t that my job?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Not today, it isn’t. Besides, I’ve got time since I already got my workout in.” He quirked a brow at me suggestively, his gaze flicking to the desk. A blush bloomed across my cheeks and still bare chest. He brushed another quick kiss across my lips before heading for the door. Once he was gone, I collapsed against the cool wood and drew in a long, deep breath.

Guilt niggled at the back of my mind. What was I doing? Fucking my boss—and my late cousin’s husband—against his desk while his daughter (my daughter?) slept upstairs? I dropped my head into my hands as my mind raced. I didn’t have anything to feel guilty about.

Did I?

He was single. I was single. We were both adults. It didn’t matter that he was more than a decade older than me. That wasn’t what was bothering me. If I was being honest, the thought that plagued me was that he was still mourning. That his heart still belonged to Sarah.

And that it would never belong to me.

40

Vance

Delilah began showingup early and staying late on the days she worked. In the mornings, she’d meet me in the kitchen, and we’d kiss and talk while we prepared breakfast. Sometimes I took her into my office, locked the door, and made her come before I even had my morning coffee. After dinner, we snuck gentle touches and chaste kisses, but we kept it PG when Charlie was around just in case we slipped up and got caught.

Some nights, when I got stuck at the office, she was there until after dark. I hated for her to drive home late then have to turn around and come right back the following morning. So I decided to approach her with a proposition, one that would not only make her life easier, but would give us more alone time together.

“I was thinking…” I began as I secured the final button on my shirt. I’d just given her multiple orgasms and was hoping she’d be agreeable to my proposal. She tended to be more pliant when she was sated. “Since you’re here three days in a row and usually end up staying pretty late, maybe you should start sleeping over on those nights.”

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