Page 11 of Tempted

I tried not to think too hard about that and focused on the idea of two days of this. The searing fire between us that hadn't seemed to die down. Just looking at Hugh, watching his lips draw together, his hand smoothing his jacket.

Two could work.

Hell, we hadn't even fucked yet, and the man had already made me come quicker than anyone ever had.

“Two it is,” I replied.

Hugh strode over to his desk and took a seat, gesturing to the other across from him. I sat down and he leaned across the desk.

“You can always change your mind.” Hugh's voice was firm. I nodded.

This was Negotiation Hugh. I straightened my back. “Okay.”

“We need two safe words: one to slow down, one to stop.”

“What’s wrong with slow down and stop?” I asked, confused.

“Ambiguity. Slower could mean this is too much. Or slower could mean, this is delicious, go slower.” Hugh’s fingers found mine. His fingertips began to slowly stroke each of my fingers.

“I see. Let me think?”

Hugh smiled, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “Take your time,” he said, continuing his slow caresses that were transmitting electricity straight through me.

“Grapefruit, for slow,” I said, gasping as his fingers stroked my wrist.

“Grapefruit for slow,” Hugh repeated, keeping his focus on me.

“Habanero, for stop.”

“Habanero for stop.” Hugh echoed, his hand slowly moving up my arm.

I cleared my throat and looked towards the open office door.

“Should I close that?” I asked.

“Please. I can pour us a drink if you’d like.”

I nod, practically leaping from the chair, my fingers covering the skin where his had been moments before.

“Use your words.”

A shiver shot right to my center.

I contemplated obeying, but as my hands pushed the door shut, I realized I didn’t have to.

“Or what?” I asked, turning around to look at him. My heart beat a little faster. Hugh paused at the liquor cabinet, one hand on his whiskey and the other on two glasses. He was quiet for a moment before he pulled out a single glass and closed the cabinet.

“Misbehaving already. Interesting.”

He filled his glass and took a swig before pulling off his jacket.

“It’s not misbehaving, it’s inquiry. I’m curious about the rules.” I said, knowing full well what the rules were. I was the prey. He was the hunter.

Hugh smiled, the same feral smile he’d had in the restroom. “Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished.” He moved slowly towards me. “You get one freebie. I’m feeling generous after your pussy milked my fingers. On your knees.”

Looking down at my dress, I dropped to my knees, being careful not to crush the fabric. Hugh stood there watching for a moment, a pleased look on his face. He took one last sip before placing his glass on the desk and closing the gap between us. His fingers found and lifted my chin.

I was gazing up at him towering over me, and goosebumps broke out across my skin. I wanted more of this. Of him.

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