Page 34 of Black Ties and White Lies

“Yeah well, it’s part of my charm.”

Her eyes narrow. “Apology accepted.” She acts like she’s about to step out into the hallway before she changes course last minute. The door begins to shut right in my face. Before she can fully shut it, I slap my hand against the wood, wrapping my fingers around the edge so she can’t shut it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” My grip tightens as she attempts to close it. She’d actually close it on my fingers if I allowed her to.

“I can accept your apology and not want to eat with you.” There’s not a hint of fear in her eyes. In fact, I think it’s the opposite. She looks thrilled as she tries to push the door all the way shut.

If it’s a game she wants to play, then it’s a game she’s going to get.

“I’m amending our terms to this agreement.”

“Considering we’ve already broken our terms, I don’t know what good that does us,” she fires back.

“Don’t care. Starting now part of the job—the offer—is that if we’re both home, we’re eating dinner together.”

Margo shakes her head. “That wasn’t part of the agreement and you can’t just add things to better fit what you want.”

I smile, catching her off guard and forcing the door open. “I’m your boss, remember. I can do whatever the fuck I want.” I take a step closer until I’m crowding her space. “And right now, what I want is your ass downstairs seated at the dinner table.”

“I’m off the clock. Right now, you’re just Beck. You're notMr. Sinclairuntil tomorrow. I don’t have to listen to you.” She means to say “Mr. Sinclair” mockingly, but it has the opposite effect. Her sweet tone only fuels my growing erection.

“I’ve already cooked you one dinner you didn’t come down to eat. It isn’t happening again.”

“You can’t make me.”

An idea pops into my head. Grinning ear to ear, I pin her with a wide smile. “Oh Violet, yes I can.”

The ground is sweptfrom underneath my feet, completely catching me off guard.

“Beckham!” I scream, smacking his back with all my might. “Put me down right now.”

His footsteps don’t falter one beat. He continues down the hallway, undeterred by my slaps and attempts to wriggle free from his grasp.

“Smack my ass again, Margo, and I’ll bend you over my knee and return the favor.”

“You wouldn’t even dream of it,” I seethe, kicking my legs back and forth. The movements only make him grip me even harder as he brings us down the stairs.

His laugh is sinister. “That’s where you’re very wrong. Nothing would make me happier than to dream of making that tight little ass of yours red, other than actually doing it, of course.”

If I wasn’t mad at him for earlier today and then for taking me down here against my will, I might be totally turned on by the comment. Let’s be honest, my clit throbs at the mental picture of his handprint on my ass. I’d gladly accept the sting of his palm against my sensitive skin if it meant he’d be playing with other parts of me as well.

What? No. I clench my thighs together, attempting to get my clit and mind on the same page that we’re currently pissed at Beck.

“Wow. Did me talking dirty to you really get you to shut up? I’ll have to try it more often.”

His actions are a complete contrast to his words as he gently sets me into one of the chairs saddled up to the kitchen island. He smirks at me, laying a hand on the armrests on either side of me. Whatever has gotten into him, it’s shifted the balance between us. I hadn’t expected him to be so brash, to talk so dirty to me. If anything, I thought reminding him of the terms we set going into this fake fiancée situation would deter him from me.

The way he leans in until his lips are barely brushing over mine shows it’s the complete opposite.

“Tell me, Margo, is your pussy wet at the idea of me spanking you? Fuck, it’d hurt at first, but I promise I’d make you feel good after.”

I’m stunned. I’m completely at a loss for words. I expected our conversation after this kiss and the conversation at the office to make things awkward. Beck had other plans, like taking an axe to all the reasons us hooking up is a terrible idea and appealing to the part of me that wants him so fiercely that I’d say fuck the terms if it meant he made good on his word and did all the things he’s threatening.

He clicks his tongue, pulling my bottom lip out from between my teeth. I hadn’t realized I’d been doing it, but it was all in an effort to stifle a moan at him saying pussy and spanking in the same sentence. They sounded filthy but hot as fuck coming from his mouth.

“Don’t worry, I’m just as turned on—maybe even more—by the thought of how wet you are underneath those pajama pants of yours. If my words can make you that wet, I’d have the best time figuring out what certain parts of my body can do to you.”

My sexual history is filled with one vanilla encounter after the other. I already know just by the dirty mouth on Beck that sex with him would be anything but.

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