Perfectly Inappropriate

When she glanced back at him, he lifted the crop again and directed her head in the other direction before slapping another clothespin off. He ached at her raw moan. She bowed her head once more, absorbing the sensation and waking her body up in new ways before she looked at him again.

The lust staring back at him had him stepping forward. Because if one thing was true, he craved this woman. She drove him mad with those eyes…that smile. In front of her now, he held out his cock to her and she began sucking on the tip. He enjoyed that for a moment before he leaned to the side.

Slap.

Another clothespin flew off her breast, and her mouth froze on the tip, a hard tremble rocking her. In that hesitation, he smacked five more clothespins off in quick flicks. Her lips fell from his cock and her loud moans filled the space around him, making him experience the ride alongside her.

He paused again and waited for her lips to seal around his cock again and then he sent clothespins flying until the only ones left were on her breast. Only then did he back away. He grabbed his cock and jerked himself none too gently, moaning at the feel of her salvia along his shaft.

To check in before he continued, he tucked the crop under his arm and stroked her breast, feeling the marks of the clothespins. Her shudder and low moan had him sliding his fingers between her thighs. “Soaking wet, angel.” He grinned. “You like this.” A statement not a question.

She answered anyway, with a shaky voice. “I seem to, sir.”

He chuckled then he grabbed a bullet vibrator. After he turned the vibration to full speed, he went down on one knee and pressed the vibrator against her clit. She moaned, her head falling back, her back arching and breasts pushing in his direction. He took the invitation and sucked on her nipple. A hard shudder rocked her body against the rawness she surely was feeling.

All for himself, he thought as he swirled his tongue over her areola then leaned away. “Take hold of this.” When she did, he pressed her hand harder. “No, Olivia, tight like this. Do you understand me?”

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she breathed, “Yes, sir.”

He rose up then and used the crop to turn her face away from the breast that still had clothespins. He tapped one gently, enjoying the way she gasped and shook all at once. Then he lifted the crop and swatted at one clothespin then another until more went flying in the opposite direction.

With two clothespins left, he swatted at her thighs, smacking the flat of the crop up and down until he noticed her quiver indicating the rise of her pleasure. A second later, she pinched her eyes shut, and her breath began hitching, and it was in that moment when she reached her peak that he sheathed himself in a condom. She was totally unaware, lost in where he had taken her, and now he wanted to take all for himself.

Using the crop again to gently guide her face to a safe position, he waited for her to inhale and then swatted the second-to-last clothespin off with a hard hit.

She froze and then screamed, breaking apart in front of his eyes. Shaking and coming far harder than he’d seen her come yet, her back arched, her skin creamy and pale, her body quivering in delight.

Slow seconds passed as she returned from the high. Again, he tucked the crop under her chin and brought her gaze to his. He was momentarily blinded by all she offered him. More than her surrender, she offered him everything with a single look.

“One more, angel,” he murmured.

She whimpered.

All in pleasure, he knew that. He didn’t pause and slapped the clothespin off harder this time, hearing the crack of the crop against the wood. She gasped, suspended in a moment where pleasure and pain mixed perfectly, and he acted quickly. He stepped in behind her, guiding her chest to the floor, and he straddled her perfect ass. Her inner muscles hugged his cock as he sank in deep, and her moans of pleasure hit the roof.

He pressed one hand around the back of her neck, and the other went to her hip. Dominating her in the way he knew she wanted him to, he unleashed himself.

Raw. Rough. Primal.

She went wild beneath him, soaking his testicles with her arousal. He leaned his chest down on her back, knowing the friction on the rug was rubbing against the marks from the clothespins and would only take her higher. He planted his mouth by her ear and growled, “Is this real for you, Olivia?”

“God. Yes!” She screamed. “I’m going to come again. Holy shit!”

Her breath hitched once. Then she exploded around him. Her inner muscles strangled Noah’s cock, making him damn near cross-eyed. His orgasm hit with little to no warning. He roared and pounded into her tight heat, losing himself in the hot, pulsing pleasure.

And then there was no denying that feeling her, touching her, was the realest thing he’d ever known.

Chapter 13

Wednesday’s workday came and went with Isaac being in a mood as always, keeping Olivia on edge. When she arrived at Noah’s house for a private dinner that he’d cooked, Olivia knew the real reason she spent her day barely able to sit down. In two days her agreement with Noah would be over, and she had no idea what would happen after that. She had asked yesterday. He’d neatly avoided the conversation. She had planned to ask him again today but ended up in his bed and beneath him before that could happen.

On her back, she lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling while Noah was showering in the en suite bathroom. She took an emotional inventory. She felt strong and happy, and that was amazing and wonderful. Though deep inside her there was something that wavered, feeling unsettled and unsure. She’d tasted what a relationship with Noah could be like. And that relationship tasted sweet.

Sweet enough that she did not want to let him go. But no matter that her feelings had become clearer, one truth remained: he avoided any talk about commitment. With his track record, and with hers, she needed him to speak up. Noah’s go-with-the-flow method and avoiding the conversation they

needed to have was not working for her.

To risk her heart, she needed more. But the thought of walking away was impossible.