Perfectly Inappropriate

She shivered against his mouth. “Yes, sir.”

He leaned away and cupped her chin, intending to get her mind off her thoughts. “Go into the bedroom. Take off this gorgeous dress and make your naked skin available to me.”

The heat rose in her cheeks then to her eyes before she moved toward his bedroom. Noah’s gaze followed her, conflict running through him. Part of that was the dominance awakening. The adrenaline-fueled side that wanted to keep Olivia all for himself. Somewhere deep inside him, he knew that he was avoiding any talk of a relationship with her in hopes that she would stay happy in the here and now.

Because this worked.

As long as she didn’t want more. They could stay together, especially considering tonight had gone well. But he would only know if they worked in time. Through his travels. Through his, at times, hectic workload. Through the parties and events and meetings…and the entire state wanting his attention.

When she vanished into the bedroom, he glanced down at his fisted hands. He also knew he was avoiding the conversation because, with her raw heart, she needed security.

She needed him to promise certain things he was not sure he could promise at all because he’d changed the rules. Again.

He waited another five minutes, giving her time to undress before he entered the bedroom. He froze in the doorway, spotting her kneeling on the rug.

He lowered his voice to the soft, rumbly tone she sensually reacted to. “Look at me, Olivia.”

She slowly lifted her heated eyes to his. Soaking in her beauty, he removed his jacket, then his tie and his shirt followed. He kept undressing, never taking his eyes off the way her expression burned, until he was stark naked. He grabbed his throbbing cock and stroked himself, liking both how turned on that made her and how he felt jerking off at the sight of her.

His gaze traveled along her smooth skin and over her puckered nipples. “Spread your legs. Let me see you.”

Her mouth parted as she widened her legs.

“Yes, angel.” Desperate to show her that everything between them was real, he released his cock and moved to his dresser. There, he pulled out his leather case and the bag of clothespins he’d left there for this moment between them. The moment he gave her a taste of exactly how far he could take her. A taste he hoped she would want again and again.

When he returned to her, he placed his case on the bed but dropped the bag of clothespins in front of her. He noted her examining them with a nibble of her lip before she returned her attention to him. “Lace your hands behind your head.”

She did as she was told.

He opened the case, taking the condom out and making it available for when needed, then he went down to one knee in front of her. “Tell me how many clothespins you believe you can handle on your body at one time.”

She studied the bag then glanced into his eyes again. “Ten.”

He grinned. “We’ll do twenty then.”

“Oh my,” she breathed.

He chuckled and opened the bag of clothespins and took out one. “Breathe through these.” He did not hesitate or draw the moment out too long for her. He attached the clothespins on her nipples and then around her breasts until he had all but four of the clothespins on her body.

She breathed deep. Her brows were drawn, and her eyes were shut. He tapped one clothespin along her breasts and she cringed away with a gasp. Convinced her reaction was intense enough, he placed the last four clothespins along her belly, running down below her breasts.

Leaving her there, allowing her to melt into the sensation, he moved to his case and grabbed his black crop. When he returned in front of her, he dragged the crop over her shoulder and down her arm, then moved up her thigh to her sex where he tapped her clit lightly.

Her low responding moan came as no surprise. He tapped again and again until she squirmed, then he reached down and stroked between her legs. His fingers came back soaking wet. Using those fingers, he trailed her arousal over his cock and stroked himself. She followed him with her eyes, and her expression soon morphed into the higher arousal he wanted from her.

Keeping his hand on his cock, he lifted the crop and trailed it over her jawline then her lips. “I’m going to take you high and I’m going to get you there fast and then you’ll come. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, sir,” she breathed.

Using the crop, he gently guided her head to the side so she was facing away from him. “Stay where I put you, angel.”

“Yes, sir.”

After making her aware of what would come next, he lifted the crop and on the breast closest to him, and with firm and forceful intent, he slapped the flat of the crop against the first clothespin.

She hissed and bowed her head, and the clothespin flew off in the opposite direction of her face, exactly where he intended it to go.

He paused and waited. One, for her to catch her breath. Two, for her to safe word if she needed to say it.