Page 79 of Longing for Liberty
“I was wondering when you might want to…” I took his hand and shifted it behind me, pressing his fingers to the plug in my backside. I slightly gasped and closed my eyes. “Have mehereagain.”
He inhaled through his nose, and his eyes sharpened. “I did that as a punishment. I didn’t think you’d want that again.”
I circled my hips, giving him my coyest expression. “Maybe you can pretend I’ve been bad.”
His eyes widened, and I moved both hands behind his neck as he kissed me hard. I moaned and breathed into his mouth. My heart was erratically pounding, making me lightheaded.
“You’ve been working so hard,” I said against his lips. “I have a surprise for you.” I began to stand, keeping my eyes locked on his as I reached behind me and brushed my fingers over the mousepad again. “Will you go to the bedroom and wait for me?”
I took his hand and gave him a little smile, earning that small smirk as I gently pulled him to his feet and turned his back to the computer. Shock went through me as he let me lead him away from the laptop without closing it. It felt like blood was going to explode from my arteries and veins with how hard it was pumping. When we got to his bedroom, I nodded toward the second bedroom where I kept my things.
“Stay here and get the oil ready. I’ll be back in two minutes. No peeking.”
“Hurry,” he growled, pulling me momentarily into his embrace to press his hardness against me.
“Mmm, Amos. I’ll be quick, I promise.” I gave him a playful push into the bedroom and shut his door.
I sprinted on bare feet back to the dining area and unzipped my purse, digging my hand in. I had a plan that if he came out and caught me, I’d say I was getting my lipstick. I pulled out the thumb drive and pushed it into the left side where I’d seen the port. My hands were shaking so hard that it took several tries to line it up. What would happen? Was I supposed to click something? Despite working on a computer for my career, I was not tech-savvy. But it turned out the drive knew what to do on its own. The moment I clicked it in, a download icon flashed on the screen, moving super fast.
Holy shit!
My breathing was too loud. I was practically wheezing. I raced back to the second room and yanked the dress over my head. The bra was already on. As I shimmied on the panties, I called out, “Almost ready!” And then I stepped into a set of three-inch black high heels I’d never worn. My ankles wobbled as I tried to rush and forced myself to slow down.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
I opened his door to find him on the bed, completely naked, oiling himself. Relief washed through me. He really was that easy to distract, and he really did trust me. It was confounding but also deeply satisfying to know my work had paid off.
“Liberty…”
I spun slowly, letting him see the cheeky lace underwear, before facing him again.
He got up from the bed and backed me into the wall, taking my throat in my hand.
“You’re nervous,” he said. “I can feel your pulse racing.”
“I am,” I admitted. “I didn’t know if you’d be okay with me being so…you know.”
His hand moved up from my throat to my jaw, gripping me tightly. “You’re a bad girl distracting me from my work.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered, pressing my hips into him and earning a growl.
“You will be.”
An hour later—thelongest hour of my life—I pecked Amos on the mouth as he lay there with an arm over his head, breathing hard.
“I’m going to clean up.”
He nodded, and I walked naked from the room, not rushing until the door closed behind me. I felt like I might puke as I got to the laptop and saw the “Download Complete” message. I touched the mousepad, and it disappeared. Just as I was about to reach for the thumb drive, I heard the bedroom door open, and I spun to see Amos coming out of his bedroom down the hall in his boxers.
My entire insides plummeted, and I did the only thing my brain could think of. I pushed my purse over to cover the external hard drive, and I dug out my lipstick, turning and propping myself against the table.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking me up and down.
I held up my lipstick. “I feel naked without it.” My hand shook as I opened it and dabbed my bottom lip. He approached, and my whole body prickled with hot fear. Amos leaned to the side, looking at his computer, and I held my breath as he shut the laptop and then took my face in my hands.
“I hope you don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed about telling me you want me.”
I managed a small smile. “You’re…okay with that?”
