Page 74 of New Storm Rising
“Indeed?” he cocked his head, his pace not slowing for an instant. Distantly I realized we were already halfway to the bedroom. “Your employment contract says otherwise.”
“You know what I mean!”
“I do, do I?”
Heck…! How were we already standing inside the bedroom? Just a moment ago, we had been outside in the corridor!
It was because of those eyes of his! Those damnable deep, dark, sea-coloured eyes that can hypnotize and dominate a woman at sixty paces. I tried to jerk my gaze away from his…
And failed.
Miserably.
Suddenly, I was airborne again before, with an umph, hitting the soft mattress.
“So, let’s try this again, shall we?” He was already there, hovering above me, his granite fists buried into the mattress on either side of me. “Who is the boss around here?”
Once again, I raised my chin in challenge. “Me!”
Like a snake, he struck! His mouth slammed down on mine, claiming, conquering, declaring himself as ruler of my body and soul. His tongue danced with mine, sucking all the energy out of my limbs with the mastery of a true expert.
“Again,” he rasped, his eyes burning with cold flames. “Who is the boss?”
With absolute confidence, he gazed down at me in challenge for one agonizingly long second. One second was all the time I needed to rearrange my brain cells into a semblance of sensibility. Dragging in a deep breath, I met his eyes head-on.
“Me—ummmmph!”
Before I could even finish that one word, Mr Ambrose’s lips cut me off once more.
Did I think he had kissed me before?
I had been mistaken. That had to have been a mere peck. Because this…this was arealkiss. This was pandemonium in my mouth. This was an inferno everywhere inside me. An inferno lit byhim. I squirmed underneath him. Trying to get closer? To get away? I had no idea. But he wasn’t about to let me do the latter. One powerful hand snapped around my wrists, pinning me to the bed like a lion his prey.
And, from how things were going, he was going to eat me any minute.
His mouth continued devouring mine, every move meticulously calculated, every twist of the tongue intended to seduce. Oh, and what lips they were…! His lips tasted of paradise. And pickled toenails. And elk fur pizza. And, amazingly, the latter was the best of all!
Marriage really broadens your horizons.
But…was that really what was happening? The strange, exotic tastes, the burning desires inside me that were ten times as intense as anything I had felt before…
It wasn’t normal.
But then again, I was a crossdressing, gunslinging secretary married to the richest man in the world. Since when did I do “normal”?
Especially since this was the most amazing feeling ever. Frightening, yes. Terrifying even. But amazing. The tongue in my mouth seemed to touch places I never knew existed, spreading tastes of a thousand strange and wondrous things. The hands dancing all over my body were like brands, marking me as his in every spot they touched.
His to command.
His to pleasure.
His to enjoy.
“Again,” he growled, his eyes burning into me with such intensity they took my breath away. “Who. Is. The. Boss. Here?”
“Y-you.”
The word was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. And before I could stop him, he tore open my dress, throwing it to the side.
