The thrilled smile that swept across his face was beautiful, and my heart swelled.
No, I warned myself. Stop that.
He leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips, and when he straightened, his fingers went to the buttons of my blouse. Not to finish undoing them, but to refasten. I peered at him and the magnificent wood he was sporting, and grasped his hands, causing him to stop.
“What are you doing?” I asked softly.
He stepped back, fished my underwear off the floor, and put my foot through one of the leg holes.
“What the hell are you doing?” I kicked the panties off, glared up at him, and was surprised when his jaw was set. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
His victorious expression only lasted a moment. “No.”
“I’m sorry, no?” I propped myself up on an elbow and reached for his belt. “Per our agreement, I thought you didn’t get to say no.”
He turned his hips away from me. “The agreement you haven’t signed?”
“Oh my God, you already have my verbal. When did you get so annoying about the details?” I launched upright, plucked a pen from his desk, and scrawled my signature at the bottom of the page, followed by the date. “Done. Fuck me.”
His gaze followed the stroke of my pen, and dark satisfaction streaked his face when I dropped the paper on the desktop. But then his expression turned down. “No.”
I’d come to his office today not wanting to see him again, and now I was throwing myself at him. Practically begging. My eyes narrowed into slits. “What the fuck is this game?”
His movements slowed. “It’s not a game. We can say no if we have a valid reason, which I do. I’m at work.”
My vision hazed into red, but I walked myself back from the edge. “Wasn’t a problem a minute ago. You know, when you had me coming all over your face.”
“Yeah, coming loudly. Imagine what you sound like when it’s my dick.”
Asshole, even if he had a point. This was supposed to be a partnership, though, and I didn’t want him holding anything over me, including orgasms. “That issue is easy enough to solve. I won’t come.”
Had I just told him I’d murdered someone? Kyle’s face twisted with horror. “Not possible.”
My vision went red again. “You think you’re that good, huh? News flash, your dick doesn’t have superpowers. It’s possible to have sex with you and not come.”
He let loose a laugh like I was talking utter nonsense. “Superpowers? No, probably not. But we both know my dick’s even more magical than my fingers.”
I wanted to punch him in his smug face as he used my own words against me. Unfair. Like an interrogation under duress, anything I said during sex and foreplay should be inadmissible.
I stood up so quickly and was still lightheaded from the orgasm; tiny spots danced in the edges of my vision. I shoved my skirt down and hurried to do up the last button on my blouse, trying to get my head on straight. What was I really upset about? He’d given me an amazing orgasm. It was stupid to be pouting about not having sex, and I was smarter than this.
The new idea formed. I drew in a deep, cleansing breath, and peeled my lips back into a bright smile. It was so wide, it froze him in place.