Page 5 of Like a Boss

Wrapping the tie around his palm, he pulls the length, the action making me go weak at the knees. I’ve never been bound before but watching the way his long fingers tug at the material has me quickly wondering what it would feel like.

“Like what you see?” He laughs, the sound slightly mocking, mixed with a hint of curiosity.

His confidence suddenly ticks me off, and my stubbornness takes control. “I’ve seen better.”

He has the nerve to laugh again and this time, the sound is filled with nothing but smugness. “Have you now?”

I nod, folding my arms over my chest to hide my mounting breaths.

“Once again, Bluebird, your body tells me otherwise.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, deciding to ignore the fact he just called me Bluebird.

“Well,” he replies, taking another step toward me, while I step around the coffee table and take two back. “I dare say you’re thinking about what I said to you downstairs. I think right now, right this second…” He pauses and breathes in evenly. “I think you’re fantasizing about all the wicked and utterly despicable things I want to do to you.”

Internally, I’ve just combusted, but I’ll be damned if I let it show. “Well, I hate to rain on your ego parade, but you’re wrong.”

“No, I’m not,” he counters with a self-righteous smile.

“Ah, yes, you are. It’s my body; I think I know what it’s capable of.”

My dark stranger shakes his head, his eyes sizzling with challenge. “You have no idea what that hot body is capable of.”

“You’re an arrogant asshole,” I bite back, hating how he knows me and my body so well.

He shrugs his massive shoulders, appearing undisturbed by my abuse. “I’ve been called worse. You know I’m right,” he contests, cocking a dark brow.

“Are not,” I childishly retort.

“Prove it then.”

“Prove what?”

“Prove that your pussy is not deliciously slick and wet.”

I gasp, his dirty words making me even wetter.

What is the matter with me? His huge ego should have me running for the door. But instead, I find myself wanting to accept his challenge because I know I’ll lose. And I want to know what happens when I’m proven wrong.

“That’s it, Bluebird. Let go. Let go of all the conventional notions of what’s right and what’s wrong. Just enjoy the moment of two people giving in to the most basic, most primitive emotion a human being can experience.”

“And what’s that?” I’m almost too afraid to ask.

Tiger smirks, unfastening a button and then another. “How about I just show you?”

My traitorous head nods, all reasoning going out the door the moment he drops his shirt to the floor, revealing his toned, sculpted chest. I’ve never been a fan of cleanly shaven men, as I like a bit of scruff. But the only scruff on my stranger is the scruff that paints his navel.

Muscles and rock-hard abs are usually not my thing, but now that I’m confronted with all of the above, I’m a complete convert.I could bounce pennies off his stomach and watch them spring back.

“Nowdo you like what you see?” he inquires, taking a step closer. This time, however, I don’t retreat.

“Still not impressed,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, betraying my internal war.

“You’re a hard woman to please. Turn around,” Tiger orders, his tone stern.

I do as he asks, thankful to have a moment to collect my thoughts without succumbing to those smoldering eyes.

My senses are on high alert, and I focus, eagerly awaiting his next move. The wait is unbearable, and just as I endeavor to turn around, his hand shoots out and ensnares me around the waist. Even though his touch is over my clothes, my skin feels like it’s on fire. I whimper, shamefully wanting more.

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