Page 24 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
She’s not going to find anything in here that we haven’t already been through. What sparked this search? The files she’s been going through shouldn’t have led her to in this section of the boxes.
I lean my hands on the stacks behind her, eliminating a few of the inches left between us.
Harper’s pupils blow wide. Nostrils flare. And not from fear.
God, I can smell the silky scent of her perfume, worn down to bare wisps from a full day. A few strands of her auburn hair have fallen from her updo, framing her round cheeks and big eyes.
The softer parts of myself want to tuck them away from her face, to allow myself that connection. A touch.
It’s difficult not to press her into the shelving unit with my body.
She must read something in my body language because she bites her lip at me. White teeth dipping into the faded red of her lush mouth.
Fuck, my gaze lowers to where they indent, and my heart pounds a little harder as I look into her dark chocolate eyes again.
“We’re going to have to set some ground rules for you, baby girl.”
Her nostrils flare again, and it’s intoxicating. And the way her gaze dips to my mouth then back up has need raging ruthlessly through me.
You’d let me completely defile you, wouldn’t you? You’d relish in it.
I’m not allowed to give into this desire.
Then, she uses the stacks to push up on her toes, so much closer than I should allow. “You want to set rules?”
Harper’s face turns so that her lips barely brush my cheek, hovering there for a beat. I’m frozen in place, forcing myself still—to not react to her teasing me with what I want.
“You’ll be the first to break them.” Her breath blows in my ear, and every muscle down my body tightens. My cock is straining against my slacks as her breasts brush my chest.
Fuck.
Harper slips out from between my arms and saunters away. Absolute confidence. No peeking back.
Still, I watch every inch as her hips swing as she leaves me hard, annoyed, and not nearly as in control as I thought.
Then, I spot the file boxes she’s been digging in and go cold.La Sangre Nueva.
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HARPER
Once I’m free of the file room and don’t see Grant on my tail, I grab my things and book it to the elevator. I work to control my breathing on the way down. Grant had been so close, closer than we’ve ever been before.
At least when he wasn’t giving me a hug, which has only happened a few times in my entire life.
My god, the tension swelling between us, I ate it up. I almost gave in to my fantasies, only in them I’m not in charge. And if I know anything about Grant Remmington, I’m going to have to slowly break down those safeguards if I’m going to get what I want.
And after that little display in the file room, I’m more than sure that I can have it. I’ve already got my claws sunk in.
I moderate my pace on the way outside and am nearly assaulted by a guy in a suit two steps past the door. His big hand clamps above my elbow, and I unsuccessfully try to yank myself from his grip.
“Miss Blair. Please. I’ve been instructed not to allow you to take the train tonight. Please get in the car.”
“Excuse you? That means you get to handle my person, why?” I tug meaningfully at the arm he has in his grasp. He’s lucky my taser is in the bottom of my bag.
The man pulls in a long-suffering breath, but a different voice answers from behind me. “Because he’s been warned how slippery you can be.”
I peer back at Trent and his infamous frown. The stern lines of his face makes me think of a drill sergeant, even with the thick dusting of hair across his jaw and chin. Dark hair curls across his forehead.
