None too gently, he brushed aside a lock of her hair and pressed his lips possessively over her mouth. His tongue swept inside to mate with hers. His kiss was deep. Hard. Needy. Letting her know in no uncertain terms what the sight of her naked sex and the scent of her arousal had done to him.
He inched back. His voice was rough, barely audible. His eyes burned into her as they dimmed with desire. “Do you know what I do with naughty girls, Erin?”
She worked hard to recover her voice. “No, what?” She licked her dry lips and sat up straighter in her seat, eager to hear more.
Gaze riveted on her, he said, “I punish them.”
Oh cripes! She gave a broken gasp and worked to get air back into her lungs. “Really? How?” she asked with heated anticipation. Damn, she should have at least tried to mask her enthusiasm a bit.
He gave a low growl of pleasure and spoke in whispered words. “Naughty girls need to be spanked, Erin.”
Sweet mother of God!
If the predatory look in his eyes, combined with his devilish smile and his promising words, weren’t a concoction for an orgasm, she didn’t know what was.
Pleasure engulfed her as her nipples stood at attention. Oh God, she’d never been spanked before. How deliciously erotic. Lord, the man was relentless and knew how to push all her right buttons.
She bit her bottom lip before she did something telltale.
Like moan.
Chapter 6
The sound of the cage door rattling heralded someone’s arrival and gained Kale’s full attention. Without breaking the steamy hold he had on Erin, he inched away and starched his spine.
Director Reginald Smith stepped into the cage. As he pulled open the door, light from the hallway poured into the small, dimly lit booth. “Hey you two, how are things going in here?”
At the sound of their director’s voice, Erin’s face blanched, and her movements stilled.
Kale’s head snapped up. He pushed back his rising lust, rested his elbow on the console, and with casual aplomb greeted the director. “Good morning, Reginald.”
Reginald nodded his greeting as his eyes scanned the adjoining research room, surveying the experiment. “How are you two making out?”
“Quite well, as a matter of fact,” Kale said, neglecting to tell him the exact details of how they were making out.
Keeping her back to the director, Erin exchanged a glance with Kale. A bevy of emotions passed over her eyes as she cleared her throat and worked to regain composure. It really pleased him the way he could get to her. Her guard was slipping, which meant things were getting personal for her, just the way he planned. A deep sense of satisfaction rolled over him.
Reginald leaned against the doorjamb. “Is everything on schedule?”
Kale looked pointedly at Erin, his heart tightening. Her bangs fell over her eyes, and he fought the sudden desire to brush them back.
“Everything is going according to schedule. Right, Erin?” Attempting discretion, he captured her ankles in his and eased her legs together. Blinking the lust from her eyes, she drew a steadying breath and gave him a grateful smile that warmed him from the inside out. She switched back to her workplace demeanor, clamped her thighs together, and swiveled in her chair to face the director.
She donned her professional face and smoothed her hair off her forehead. “Yes, everything is going according to plan.” She spoke with a light tone, even though Kale knew it took effort. “We have test subjects lined up for every day this week, and then we’ll compile the data and present our preliminary findings to you next Wednesday after the Christmas holidays.”
Pleased with Erin’s report, the director nodded, pushed off the door frame, and gripped the knob. “I’ll look forward to that.” He glanced at his watch and frowned. “I’m leaving shortly and won’t be around for the rest of the week. Veronica and I are flying to Vegas.” He rolled his eyes heavenward. “After Laura and Jay’s wedding, she got it into her head that it was time for us to renew our vows.”
Erin casually adjusted her skirt over her thighs, sat up straighter in her seat, and smiled. “That sounds like fun.”
Kale narrowed his gaze, assessing the director. The expression on his face suggested that gouging his eye out with Erin’s pen would be a whole hell of a lot more fun.
His brow furrowed. “Fun isn’t the word I’d use, but at least I’ll get to play the slot machines.” He gave her a sly wink. “That was part of the agreement.” He stole another quick look into the research room. “Looks like things are finishing up in there.” He turned his attention back to Erin. “I’ll leave an emergency contact with security for both of you.”
He shot Kale a glance. “Try not to let her work you too hard, Kale. Erin has become quite the little workaholic. She’ll keep you going all hours of the night if you let her.”
He chuckled. “Erin has already been working me hard. But I don’t mind one little bit.” He angled his head. “I’m looking forward to observing all her extraordinary talents.”
Erin’s smile fell from her mouth as she turned back around to face him. He noted the way her body fairly shivered as she met and held his glance.
He arched a brow and leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs out until they collided with Erin’s. “And I’m up for going all hours of the night. In fact, we are already planning on doing just that. Tonight. Aren’t we, Erin?”
As she picked up the suggestive edge in his voice, her eyes opened wide. She made a face that suggested she was going to neuter him.
A little throttling he could handle. Hell, he might even like it. But neutering? No way, no how.
“I…uh…yes. Tonight. Working late,” she mumbled, gripping her clipboard like it was a lifeline as she turned her attention to the data.
Reginald shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I guess I can’t
