‘No. I don’t want you to go. I’m just trying to understand, that’s all.’
‘Understand what, exactly?’
He’s moving now, walking around his car, and I’m a prisoner to that look in his eye, and it’s not understanding or compassion or anything close. It’s dark, dangerous...
‘Why a woman who fought so hard to dominate her late husband in the bedroom demanded that I dominate her instead.’
My laugh catches. ‘I didn’t demand...’
‘No?’ His hand snakes around my ponytail and my insides twist up with heat; he steps so close my breasts come up against his jacket.
‘You’re just trying to distract me from my anger.’
He tugs gently and my head pulls back; his eyes burn down into mine. ‘Are you really angry with me?’
No, I’m not. I’m hot for him, but this...
‘I won’t change.’ I wet my lips, stare up into his eyes with all the defiance I can muster. ‘Not for anyone.’
‘Good.’
And then his head bows, his lips crushing mine. I let my bag fall, fork my fingers through his hair and kiss him just as hard, every ounce of defiance burning up in the kiss. I feel like I’ve been starved of him since Thursday night, Friday morning, everything about me craving this—his kiss, his touch, his scent on my skin.
‘This dress has teased me from the second I picked you up.’ He brushes the words against my lips as his hand falls to the sedate hem of my dress, dragging it up. ‘It’s pristine white, so innocent and angelic. But you’re none of that.’
My clit pulses with his words, my moans begging for more. More filth from his mouth, more dominance in his stance, his hold.
I want him to dominate me because he’s different, because I am his true equal. He makes me feel all that and more.
‘I don’t want to change you, Little Kitten, but I will punish you for teasing me.’
I inhale sharply, the pang in my clit so acute as I tear my mouth away to eye him.
‘Turn around.’ His command is gruff. But we can’t do this here, in his basement car park. Yes, his bay is enclosed but there are cameras. Surely.
‘Don’t disobey me, Kitten.’
His eyes flit to the upper corner of the space and I follow his glance. The security camera.
‘They won’t see what’s happening down here...’ his fingers stroke my waist ‘...they’ll only see your face.’
‘But they’ll know.’
‘And?’
My laugh is sultry. ‘Why do I get the sense I’ve turned you?’
He doesn’t respond, only grabs my hips and spins me to face the car. ‘Hands on the roof, Little Kitten.’
I don’t hesitate. The car roof is solid, reassuring, and I pin myself to it, hold myself steady as my insides tremble with the excitement of having his fingers ride my dress up, all the way to my hips, my waist. The cool air sweeps over the bare cheeks of my arse, over the damp strip of my thong that offers no protection against the chill.
‘I won’t change for anyone either.’
His ground-out retort denies that I’ve turned him, made him behave how I want. And though I hear the words, I don’t believe him. I don’t think the Valentine who walked into my boardroom on day one would have done this...
But then the Valentine who Adele spoke of...that’s another story entirely.
Maybe it’s not so much me changing him as it is me taking him back to the man he once was.
And does that mean I’m actually helping him in some way, that it’s not all about him trying to help me?
He leans up against me, his body hard, his teeth grazing my earlobe. ‘You’re so fucking sexy; you bring out the worst in me.’
My lips curve, my eyes flutter closed. ‘And you me.’
‘And you me, sir.’
God. The rush inside makes words impossible.
His hands lower to my bare arse, his fingers massaging my cheeks. ‘Say it, Kitten.’
I’m biting my lip so hard I can’t.
‘You think I won’t spank you here, for fear of people watching, people listening?’
I whimper; my clit is throbbing so painfully it’s all I can do not to drop my hand to it.
He presses his knee between my legs, forcing them to part. Wraps his fist around my hair to drag my head back and bring my mouth to his.
‘You want me to spank you?’ he says against my parted lips, his hand smoothing over one arse cheek.
I wriggle into his grasp, my ‘Yes’ a whimper.
‘I want to hear you say it.’
I stare up into his blazing blues. ‘Spank me, sir, please.’
Pleasure consumes me as his hand comes down on my cheek, a short, sharp spank that has my need soaking up my thong.
‘Are you wet for me, Kitten?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Shall I see how wet?’
‘Please, sir.’
His fingers slip inside the dainty strip of fabric, his ‘Fuck’ erupting with his breath, the groan that follows reverberating through me.
‘You’re so wet.’ He sinks his fingers deeper, slips them up inside me, finger-fucking me as I rock into the motion. ‘I want to fuck you right here.’
‘Do it, sir.’
‘No.’ He withdraws his hand. ‘I’m going to tease you like you teased me in this dress all day, Kitten.’
I spin in his hold. ‘But I want you.’
His mouth is tight, his body rigid. He wants me as much as I want him. I can see he wants me, I can feel he wants me. ‘And you can wait.’
Fuck, I love him all commanding, but Jesus. I go to tug my dress down and he grabs my wrists.
‘Not yet. I’ve not had my fill.’
I frown at him. Fill?
He steps back, his eyes lowering. ‘Take them off, Kitten.’
I swallow, keep my eyes locked on his and bend forward. I slip my thong down my legs, step out carefully so as not to catch it on my stiletto heels.
‘Now give it to me.’
I offer it out and he takes it, slips it inside his jacket pocket in
