Playing with Her

The worry in his eyes ebbed, and she continued. “I just sometimes think that with us getting married at such a young age that you and I haven’t been able to explore other things to enhance our sex life.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, enough to tell Jillian that she’d captured his interest. “Define other things,” he said.

“Being impulsive, like today in your office, instead of both of us crawling into bed at night, exhausted and doing the same old thing,” she said, injecting a bit of teasing into her voice. “Making love with you is always amazing, but you have to admit it’s become very . . . routine, and vanilla.”

“Vanilla, huh?” There was no disagreement in his tone, just speculation of the word she’d used to describe their current sex life. “So, what would you call what just happened here in my office?”

She grinned. “A mocha hot fudge sundae with sprinkles and a cherry on top.”

He chuckled and nuzzled her neck with his soft, damp lips. “The cherries were especially good.”

She shivered in delight at his playfulness, and caught the hand that was skimming its way up her thigh, knowing if those skillful fingers reached their destination this conversation would be over . . . and it wasn’t. Not yet, anyway. When she walked out of his office, she wanted to know that they were both on the same page, and wanted the same thing.

“I’m being serious, Dean.” Threading her fingers through his hair, she tugged his head back so he was looking into her eyes again. “I want to explore different things and push our sexual boundaries. Any fantasies we have, any toys we want to try, role playing, dirty talk, I’m open to it all.”

“Do you want kink?”

He asked the question tentatively, as if the possibility interested him, but he didn’t want to push something she wasn’t willing to explore.

“Yes, I want kink.” Because with him, a man she trusted unconditionally, she knew anything out of the ordinary would be erotic and exciting. “And I want you to stop holding back during sex.”

She felt him tense, as if she’d caught him in some kind of lie. “What makes you think I am?”

“Because you’re my husband and I know you. And I can feel it.” Before he could deny her claim, she went on. “Sometimes, when things get a little rough, or interesting, you pull back because you’re afraid you’re going to take things too far or hurt me. I can handle you being rough and dominant.” In fact, the thought of being under his command excited her.

“What if you can’t handle it?” The gruff bite to his voice belied his deeper concerns. The ones he feared the most.

“Then you have to trust me to tell you so,” she replied gently, but firmly. “You need this, and want this, just as much as I do.”

He didn’t argue or deny the truth. Before she could say anything else, his intercom buzzed and Gail’s voice drifted out. “Mr. Noble, your two o’clock appointment is here.”

Dean glanced at the clock on the wall and swore beneath his breath. “Put Mr. Loren in the conference room, and let him know that I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Will do,” Gail said, and disconnected the call.

“Shit.” Dean scrubbed a hand along his jaw and gave Jillian a stern look. “You made me forget all about the meeting I had scheduled for this afternoon with a very important client.”

She should have told him she was sorry, but honestly, she wasn’t the least bit contrite about seducing her husband. “Then I guess I should be going.”

She stood up, and so did he. Just as she turned to walk around his desk, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back around again. His heated gaze roamed over her disheveled hair, then her face, and he smirked that confident, cocky smile of his.

“You do realize, don’t you, that you look like you’ve just been fucked.”

She didn’t miss the possessive inflection in his voice. Already, she sensed a change in him, a darker edge that excited her. “I feel like it, too,” she said, unable to deny that she was very tender in the most delicious places. “Do you think anyone will notice that you had your way with me when I walk out of your office?”

“I’m sure they will.”

And he wanted them to! The rogue.

He jerked her toward him, and she stumbled on her stilettos and fell against his unyielding chest with a gasp of surprise. His mouth came down on hers in a hard, deep, aggressive kiss that claimed, consumed, and branded her. The connection was sizzling hot, and brimming with erotic promise.

Just as abruptly as he’d kissed her, he let her go. “I’ll see you at home later this evening.”

There was a definite command in his words, as if he expected her to be waiting for him – which, of course, she would be. She’d taken a huge leap of faith with her husband today, revealing wants and desires that had been denied for too long. Now she just had to wait and see what hand Dean would play when he came home from work tonight.