Finding Master Right (Masters Unleashed 1)

It didn’t take her long to mutter the words, not when he was like this. She was already in for a heavy punishment. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

His sensual lips curved up on one side. “You will be.”

Heat rushed to her pussy, making the throb unbearable. “Come on,” she mumbled, running her fingers over her clit faster and faster. The time crunch only made her want it more.

Her fingers were drenched, making her slip easily toward her entrance. She squeezed her eyes shut then fast-forwarded her fantasy to what usually got her off. Banner pulled her over his lap. On the floor, right in her line of vision, was a steel butt plug.

Pleasure rose up from her pussy as she slipped two fingers inside. She was so close. Just a little more. She let her thumb stimulate her clit again. In her mind, Banner picked up the butt plug while he lectured her about her bad behavior.

“Fuck,” she muttered. She was on the edge of an intense orgasm, about to tumble over. Her fingers wriggled in toward her g-spot and—

A loud knock sounded at the door.

She froze.

“Kate?” Banner’s voice came from the other side.

Ugh! She glanced at the clock. Of course he’d be early!

Panicked, she shot out of bed, wet and sweaty. “Um. I’ll be right there!”

In the bathroom, she scrubbed her hands, then ran back to her bedroom to throw on the first pair of pants she saw. She pulled her hair back in a messy bun before she flew to the door.

After a deep breath, she opened it and plastered on a fake smile. “Hi!”

Oh crap. He was wearing work clothes. A white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showed off his tattooed arms. God! Was he trying to make her come in her panties?

His eyes narrowed as he looked her over. Her face felt flushed but that shouldn’t have given anything away. She could’ve been working out, for all he knew. She peered down at her clothing for the first time since napping an hour ago. Jeans and a black tank top. Her nipples poked out like beacons of her guilt.

Shit! She’d forgotten a bra.

“Um.” She covered her breasts with her arms, blushing even more. “Come on in. I’m just gonna grab a sweatshirt.”

“Okay,” he said suspiciously, then stepped into the living room of her rented condo.

She spun and made a hasty retreat into her attached bedroom. “Just make yourself comfortable,” she yelled over her shoulder.

In her bedroom, she grabbed her bra from the dresser and put it on, and then threw on a black camisole from her closet as she walked back to the living room. She caught sight of herself in the mirror as she walked by. Bright red face, a sheen of sweat, and rumpled clothing. She looked as though she’d just been doing exactly what she had been—masturbating while fantasizing about him.

“Everything okay?” he asked from the couch. “You seem a bit . . . frazzled.”

“It’s fine.” Crap. She couldn’t even look at him without picturing herself over his lap. This would never work. He was supposed to be helping her find out what she wanted, not stuffing a butt plug in her while she orgasmed. “It was a long day,” she said with a nervous laugh.

He nodded slowly, brow creased. “I’m sorry.” Patting the couch, he beckoned her. “I’ve been told I give a pretty decent neck massage.”

Nooo. Touching was bad. Very bad. How could she tell him she’d left herself needy right before he came in, and that now she was one small thrust from orgasming? “I’ll be fine. Drink?”

“Water, please.”

Nodding, she rushed to the kitchen. Two cold waters. Would he think it was strange if she dumped hers on her head? She gulped down half a glass over the sink and took a few calming breaths before returning with his.

He took the glass with a smile. “Sit down. You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine.” Even so, she sat in the recliner across from him.

With an eye roll, he leaned back. “How are you supposed to go over a checklist from there? Come on. I don’t bite.” With a smirk, he added, “Without consent.”

Reluctantly, she acquiesced. Would he be able to smell how horny she was?