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In another context, that might be funny, but I don’t find it amusing. “That’s idiotic.”

  “Yes, it is,” she says. “It’s immature and silly. But you asked what people are saying. Office buzz is that you’re having a sort-of-secret fling with Selene. Mostly people wonder if she’ll quit when—or, I guess, if it ends between you.”

  I shift in my chair. That’s about enough sharing for today. “All right, get out of here. Have a good date.”

  She shakes her head. “Okay, you too. And congrats on the meeting.”

  “Thanks.”

  Sarah leaves, and I close my laptop and grab my phone. The meeting is in the large conference room. I brought up some of the key people from the dev team in San Francisco, and they’ll be reporting their progress on the work they’re doing with the developers here.

  As I suspected, Selene is already here, standing at the front of the room chatting with one of the dev guys. I hesitate just inside the door, looking at her. She’s wearing a fitted cream blouse with the top two buttons undone, a dark gray pencil skirt, and a pair of sexy black heels with straps across the tops of her feet. The strappy shoes put some interesting thoughts into my head.

  I step to the side and people file in, taking their places around the table. Selene glances over and meets my eyes with a little smile, just the slightest curve to her lips.

  The things I want to do to that mouth.

  I take a seat at the back and rest my elbow on the armrest, my fingers on my chin. This project is becoming Selene’s baby as much as mine, so I’m content to let her take the lead.

  She starts the meeting with her usual relaxed efficiency, revisiting the goals we’ve laid out for the company, and summarizing the progress we’ve made. Her eyes sweep over the entire room, but I catch her gaze at every opportunity. I’m mesmerized, watching her lips as she speaks, her hands gesture, her legs move, pressing against that skirt as she takes slow steps across the front of the room. And those shoes. Fuck, she looks hot in those heels.

  When she finishes, she gives the floor to the lead developer, and comes to the back of the room, taking a seat in the opposite corner.

  My attention should be on the front of the room, but Selene crosses her legs and blood rushes to my groin. Her eyes flick over to me and she gives me that sultry almost-smile again. She shifts in her seat and slides a hand up her thigh, to the hem of her skirt, and pushes it up, just a little. Her fingers swirl across her skin, dipping beneath her skirt and out again. I have to stop myself from groaning.

  With her face still pointed dutifully at the presentation, she lifts her hand to her neck and traces the line of her shirt collar. She trails her hand down and brushes the backs of her fingers across her nipple, setting me on fire with lust. I suck in a breath and give the room a quick glance. Everyone’s backs are to us. My dirty girl knows exactly what she’s doing and it’s driving me crazy.

  Still not looking at me, she leans down, as if she needs to adjust her shoe. She runs her fingers up her leg, ankle to skirt hem, reminding me of the silky feel of her skin. I can’t even pretend I’m paying attention to the meeting, and my dick is so hard I’m going to have to be careful when I stand up so I don’t cause a fucking scene.

  Selene flips her hair over her shoulder and brings her hand to her chin. Slowly, she slides her fingers up to her mouth and her tongue darts between her lips. My heart races, the blood pumping so hard I can feel it in my temples. She dips the tip of her index finger into her mouth and sucks, just for a second, then draws it out again. She pauses, her eyes still on the front of the room, then does it again. In, and out, her tongue flicking across her lips.

  Adrenaline bursts through me. My eyes are locked on Selene, the droning voice at the front of the room fading in the wake of the desire I can barely contain.

  She brings her hand to her neck and trails her fingers down between the open top buttons of her blouse. Tilting her face toward me ever so slightly, she meets my eyes and blinks, then licks her lips with exaggerated slowness. She drags her teeth over her bottom lip and holds my gaze. I can see her unspoken words written all over her face. I’m going to fuck you later.

  Oh, no, my dirty girl. I am going to fuck you later. And I’m going to make you pay for this torture session.

  Selene stops her little game, and I’m mostly grateful because I’m so fucking turned on I can barely see straight. I wait in the back of the room, watching her while she finishes up the meeting and chats with a few people as the rest file out and go back to their desks. Her gaze flicks to me a few times but I just stare at her, unwavering. It gives me time to think of all the things I’m going to do to her when I get her alone.

  The last person leaves the room, and Selene picks up a stack of papers. Her back is to me and I quickly cross the distance between us. I lean my face into her neck so I can speak directly into her ear.

  “You’re a naughty little minx, my dirty girl,” I say, my voice breathy against her skin. “You think you can get away with playing with me like that?”

  I can almost feel her hard swallow, the stiffness of her body, the quickening of her breath. I stand behind her, not quite touching. My hands ache to be all over her, but I hold back. I have something special in store, and it begins right here.

  “You need to be reminded who’s the boss,” I say.

  “Do I?” she breathes.

  I spare a quick glance out the door to make sure we’re truly alone, then grab her hair and lean her head to the side, baring her neck to me. “Yes, you do. Be at my place at six on the dot. You earn an additional punishment for every minute you’re late.” I graze my teeth across her skin. “And wear these shoes.”

  I let go and walk away without looking at her, high as fuck on the feeling of dominance she’s giving me. I’ll show her who’s boss, and she’s going to love every second of it.

  22: Selene

  My hands tremble and my heart wants to crack my ribs wide open. I pull out my phone and glance at the time. Five fifty-nine. I stand in front of Ronan’s door, waiting to knock. He didn’t say anything about being early, but he did say six on the dot.

  I’m not quite sure what I’m getting myself into tonight, but his little chat with me after the meeting had me almost panting with desire. I think my game in the conference room might have worked too well. He watched me like a predator sizing up his prey, his gray eyes so intense I was sure anyone who looked at him could read his (very dirty) thoughts.

  After the meeting, I went back to my office, my vision blurry, and pretended to work until I could leave. The throbbing between my legs hasn’t let up since, and I almost got myself off in the shower when I was getting ready. I stopped, though. I want him to do it. I want to come to him hot and wet and ready.

  None of which is going to be a problem.

  Six o’clock. I knock on his door.

  He opens it, dressed to the nines in a slate-gray suit, complete with tie. I feel a momentary pang of disappointment. Are we going out? We’re meeting Braxton and Kylie for drinks later, but maybe he wants dinner first. I’m not really dressed up—I’m wearing a fluttery gold halter top with distressed jeans and the heels I wore to work—and I wonder if I missed a text from him, telling me what the plan is for tonight.

  His eyes rove up and down and he steps aside, gesturing for me to come in. He closes the door behind me and grabs my wrist.

  “Are you ready for this, my naughty girl?” he says into my ear.

  I gasp a little breath, and my back tightens. Maybe he doesn’t want to go out. “Yes.”

  His lips brush my neck. “If I do anything you don’t like tonight, tell me to stop, and I will. You’re safe with me.”

  I swallow hard and nod. He steps away, letting go of my arm.

  “You seem to have forgotten that I’m the boss,” he says, his voice going icy cold. “I’m in charge. From this moment forward, you will not speak unless I tell you. You will not move unless I tell you, and you will move only as instructed. Is that clear?”


  I nod again, practically shivering, and bite the inside of my lip. My panties are completely drenched already, and he’s barely touched me.

  “You thought your little game in the conference room was fun, didn’t you?” he asks, taking slow steps in front of me, his hands clasped behind his back.

  He didn’t tell me to speak, so I wait, my eyes locked on his face.

  Instantly, he’s right in front of me, his hand an iron grip on the back of my neck. “That was very naughty, Selene. You made my cock so hard I couldn’t think. All I wanted was the feel of your skin. The taste of your pussy. The heat of your body. I can’t work like that, dirty girl. I lost my whole afternoon to fantasizing about what I’m going to do to you.”

  He pulls his hand away, sliding it along the base of my jaw. I want to grab his tie and force his mouth to mine, but he didn’t tell me to move, and I’m determined to play his game.

  “Good,” he says, holding my eyes. “Come in.”

  He walks into his condo and I follow. The lights are low, and soft music drifts from the speakers. It would be a relaxing scene, but for the fire racing through my body.

  Ronan stands a few feet in front of me and puts his hands in his pockets. “Strip.”

  I try not to smile—I’m not sure if I’m allowed—and put my purse down on a side table. Slowly, I reach behind my neck and unfasten the clasp that holds up my shirt. I pull it over my head and let it drop to the floor. Ronan watches me, unmoving, but I can see the hunger in his eyes. I unzip my jeans and slide them down.

  “Leave the shoes.”

  It’s a little awkward getting my jeans over my heels, but I manage to do it while still feeling like a sex goddess. I stand in front of him, wearing only my lacy strapless bra and matching thong. He raises an eyebrow and I reach back, unhooking my bra, and let it drop. Then I slide my fingers beneath the waist of my thong and push it slowly down my legs, kicking it off when it gets to my feet.

  I stand up again, naked save for my shoes. He licks his lips.

  “Touch your nipples,” he says. “Slowly.”

  My mouth drops open, but I comply, rubbing my fingers over my nipples, and feel them harden.

  “Slide your hands down,” he says. “That’s it, dirty girl. All the way down.”

  I move my hands down my body to my hips, and angle them in.

  “Keep going,” he says. “Touch yourself.”

  I find my clit with two fingers and rub a slow circle. My heart beats faster and heat rises between my legs.

  “Stop,” he says, his voice still like frozen steel. “Bedroom.”

  I take a deep breath and walk past him toward the bedroom, but he keeps his hands in his pockets and doesn’t touch me. I notice the blinds are already closed throughout his whole apartment. My heart is beating wildly as I stop in front of the bed.

  He comes in and takes off his jacket, laying it on the back of a chair. Then he loosens his tie. “Sit down.”

  I lower myself onto the edge of the bed, and he stands in front of me. I watch his face, struggling to contain myself. He unfastens his tie and slides it through the collar of his shirt, then loosens the top two buttons.

  Fucking hell, he looks so sexy like that.

  “Hands,” he says.

  Oh my god. I hold out my arms, wrists together, trying not to shake. He binds my wrists, just tight enough that I know I won’t be able to get free.

  “On your knees, facing the headboard,” he says.

  I comply, although putting my back to him sends a renewed flurry of nervousness through my belly. He climbs onto the bed and ties my wrists to the headboard. His hands finally touch my skin again, grabbing my hips. He eases me backward so I’m bent at the waist, my arms stretched out.

  He rubs one hand up the back of my thigh and palms my ass. My breath starts to go ragged and my pussy throbs again. I tilt my hips to the side, trying to force his hand near my center, but he squeezes my flesh.

  “No moving until I say so,” he says. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want, Selene. Everything you need. But I have to punish you first.”

  Never in my life did I think those words would elicit the flood of lust that overtakes me. I am not a child—if any man before Ronan had used the word punish while I was naked and bared to him, I would have been out so fast he wouldn’t know what happened.

  But Ronan … I want him to. I want to play this game. I want him to make me pay for being naughty, like the dirty girl I am. It’s a thrill I’ve never had before.

  “Do you know why you’re being punished, Selene?” he asks. “Answer.”

  “For teasing you at work,” I say.

  “Exactly,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down my ass and lower back. “Don’t make a sound.” He smacks my right cheek, and I bite my lip against the sting. Immediately his hand rubs the spot. “Ooh, poor baby. Did that hurt?”

  I nod.

  “Do you want another?”

  I nod again.

  He smacks the other side, the light sting sending a jolt of electricity through me. It doesn’t hurt enough to be upsetting, just a sharp burn that fades quickly. He rubs it with a gentle touch.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, his voice low. His fingers brush my folds and I try not to moan. “But I will drive you crazy, like you drove me crazy today.”

  He slips a finger inside and I arch my back, trying to get more. He presses against my ass, not letting me move.

  “Not yet,” he says, circling his wet finger around my clit. I shudder and bite my lip again. “Fuck, Selene, I want to taste you. Look at me.”

  I turn my head over my shoulder and watch as he slides his fingers into me, then brings them to his mouth and licks. His eyes flutter closed for a second and I see the tight grip he’s trying to maintain on his self-control start to waver. He puts his fingers in again, rubbing me just how I like it, hard against the front of my pussy where I’m so sensitive. Relief floods through me as he rocks my hips back and forth, letting me grind against his hand.

  “Is this what you need?” he asks.

  “God, yes.”

  He slides his fingers out and I’m left panting, my arms starting to ache. A whimper escapes my lips.

  The bed shifts beneath my knees and suddenly Ronan is lying on his back, his head between my legs.

  “Get down here,” he says. “I want my mouth on you.”

  He pushes my knees apart, widening my legs, until I’m straddling his face. The new angle relieves the strain on my arms, but his mouth on my pussy almost sends me tumbling over a cliff. His velvety tongue slides up and down, putting exquisite pressure on my clit. I moan as he licks me, clamping my mouth shut so I don’t make too much noise. I’m afraid if I talk, he’ll stop what he’s doing, and I need him to make me come. I need it so bad I can hardly think.

  He drags his tongue in and out of my pussy, his hands grabbing my ass, rocking me back and forth over his mouth. I’m rolling toward climax, my core clenching. He sucks on my clit and I throw my head back, unable to contain the shriek that rips from my throat.

  He stops, holding me right on the edge, his tongue suddenly soft and gentle. I try to grind into him, but he grips my ass with hard fingers and stops me from moving.

  “Not yet, dirty girl,” he says, and flicks my clit again. “You didn’t have my permission to make noise.”

  He gets out from under me while I take panting breaths. My entire body aches for release. I’m so desperate I’ll do anything he asks.

  He runs his hands along my arms and loosens the knot at the headboard. With my wrists still tied together, he turns me over onto my back and kneels in front of me. He still has his pants on, although at some point he took off his shirt. I don’t remember him doing it. He leans forward and kisses down my arms. “Do your arms hurt? Is this better?”

  I nod, still breathing hard.

  “Tell me what you need,” he says.

  “I need you inside me,” I say, barely able to get the w
ords out.

  “What do you need inside you?” he asks, brushing his fingers up my thighs. “My fingers? My tongue?”

  “No.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I need your cock inside me,” I say. “Please, Ronan.”

  “I need it, too,” he says, his voice a low growl. “I’ve needed it all fucking day.”

  He pulls off his pants, his thick erection springing in front of him, and sinks on top of me, his chest over my hips. He runs his tongue up my stomach as he crawls forward. When he gets to my breasts, he lingers, tracing my nipple with his tongue.

  “Fuck, Ronan, please,” I say.

  He kisses higher, and I feel the tip of his cock teasing outside my opening. I want to grab his hips and push him into me, but my wrists are bound. I’m helpless, totally at his mercy. He nibbles my collarbone, digging in his teeth until it almost hurts.

  With a hard thrust, he plunges in. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his thickness stretching me open, filling me completely.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, speaking low in my ear.

  His sudden concern for my well-being unmakes me, opening me to him more fully than I’ve ever been. “Yes,” I say, almost breathless. “Just make me come. Please. I can’t stand it anymore.”

  “Neither can I,” he says. “I’m going to make you come. Then I’m going to come in you so fucking hard.”

  He picks himself up, holding onto the headboard with one hand, giving me a perfect view of his exquisite body. His broad chest, muscular arms and shoulders, the hard edges of his abs. He drives into me, fierce and frenetic. I lose myself, any sense of control I had completely gone.

  “Yes, fuck yes, harder,” I say. There’s no more punishment for talking. He gives me what I need, his cock so deep, his pelvic bone grinding against my clit with every thrust. My eyes roll back in my head, and the power, the agony, the bliss all sweep me away. My muscles tense, so tight I can’t breathe.

  And then, the release. Blinding waves of pleasure tear through me. Ronan’s cock pulses and we both call out, primal and unrestrained. I’m soaring, free-falling through nothing. Ronan doesn’t stop, his hips driving hard.