Page 99 of Say My Name

I scan his body for clues. There’s not a hair out of place or a wrinkle in his suit. But…

“Did you get into a fight?” I ask, running my finger over the lapel of his suit.

“Are you worried about me, Swan?” His voice is low, growly, like he wants me to be worried about him.

“Yes.” And that’s not a lie. As much as I’d like to, I can’t deny that when I turned around and saw him, relief loosened the tightness that’s been knotting my shoulders for the last few hours.

He rakes his teeth along his lower lip. “Maybe Ishouldtake you home and tuck you into bed.”

I can hardly breathe. We’re standing so close that I could rise on my tiptoes and kiss him square on the lips if I wanted to. I can’t though. He makes me want to do crazy things—stupid things—like tell him the truth about me. Something deep inside me wants to open up to this man and tell him all my secrets.

“Take me home,” I hear myself saying.

A genuine smile embraces his lips, and I find myself smiling back. He leads me out of the club, to his car, and drives me back to his place. On the way home, he tells me he has someone working on my car, and it should be ready by tomorrow.

I thank him for helping me out and offer to pay the bill, but he laughs away the notion of me giving him a penny for the vehicle costs.

It’s weird staying with him, like we’re a real couple, but this is all for information. As he leads me up the steps to his house, my insides tingle with anticipation. Before I cross the threshold, I remind myself once again not to forget this is a job.

Devereaux stops me just inside the entryway. “Swan, I want you to know something,” he whispers.

I gaze up at him. “What?”

“I don’t do this. I haven’tdonethis in a long time.”

“Do what?”

Raven’s words at the bar come back to me in a rush and I worry that I’ve gotten myself into some sort of rough sex situation. Something I’m not ready for.

“This.” And then he picks me up and carries me up the spiral staircase, down the hall, and into his master bedroom suite.

He tosses me on the bed and removes his suit jacket. “Clothes off.”

My eyes grow wide, and I lift my shirt over my head. Next, I get rid of my red lacy bra and remove my pants. I kick them off, and Devereaux’s eyes glaze over.

“Leave those pretty red panties on,” he says, removing his white button-down shirt.

He removes the rest of his clothing until he’s standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but gray boxer briefs. The outline of his dick catches my attention.

He’s so big.

Huge.

I haven’t even seen it yet, but I can tell he’ll be too big for me.

“You look worried,” he says.

“I’m just wondering if you’ll fit inside me.”

He fists his long length through his underwear. “Swan, I’m going to lick your pussy until you’re coming all over my tongue and dripping down my chin. And then you’ll be ready to handle this beast.”

My nipples stiffen, and I squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache inside me.

Devereaux only stares at me. “Spread those legs for me. Let me see those pretty red panties. I want to see if you’re soaked through.”

I widen my legs, but place my hands between my thighs. I know I’m completely covered by the material of my panties but having all of his attention on me leaves me breathless and a bit self-conscious.

He shakes his head. “Do I need to tie those hands? Spread your fucking legs for me and let me see.”

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