“Why didn’t she use a safe word?”
He swipes his hand over his forehead and then rubs at his temples. “I don’t know, Skye, but I wish she had.”
Chapter Three
I know nothing more now than I did before.
Except that Braden regrets what happened between Addie and him. Whatever caused their breakup.
And I need to know what it is.
“I’m done talking about this, Skye,” he says abruptly, the regret in his eyes morphing into his normal stoic look.
“But I—”
“I said I’m done. What’s in the past has nothing to do with the present. With you and me. I love you, Skye, but I have my limits.”
I warm at his admission of love. I never doubted it, but I love hearing it. Sometimes he is a little stingy with the words.
“I love you, too,” I say.
“Good.” He grips my shoulders. “I ought to take you violently, right here in the office. I ought to make you scream so loudly that my employees think I’m torturing you in here.”
I inhale sharply. Why is this turning me on so much?
I want it. I want it all. I want his lips on mine, his hands on my body, his cock inside my pussy, pounding, pounding, pounding…
But he loosens his grip. “That’s not who I am, Skye. I like having control in the bedroom. I like taking women to their limits. And yes, sometimes that involves some violence. But only with consent.”
“I…give you my consent, Braden. Take me. Take me now, as violently as you want to.”
“Don’t think I don’t want to. I’m hard as a fucking rock, but I will never take you in anger.”
“But…you’ve been angry with me before, and we’ve—”
“Never this fucking angry, Skye. This isn’t you coming in and copping to stealing a piece of useless mail. This is you going behind my back. Trying to find out something that’s none of your business, that isn’t even me anymore. It’s you thinking I could do something…” He rubs both his hands over his forehead, his cheeks reddening.
“But I don’t think it, Braden. I just want the truth.”
“Then we have nothing more to discuss. Until you let this go, we don’t have a future. Just goes to show you that I was initially right. I shouldn’t do relationships.”
My heart thunders. It drowns everything out until all I hear is its beat—the rapid roar that makes my soul shudder. I don’t move.
I don’t speak.
“Why are you standing there?” he asks. “There’s nothing more to discuss, and I have work to do.”
“What if I refuse to leave?”
The blue of his irises darkens. He can make me leave. I know this. He can easily call security or, for that matter, he can toss me over one shoulder and get rid of me himself. The thought of that happening shouldn’t turn me on, but God, it does.
Silence penetrates the room. He doesn’t move. Neither do I.
Stalemate?
Neither of us will give up control—until he stalks toward me, grabs my shoulders, and crushes his lips to mine.
My lips are already parted, and his tongue darts into my mouth. The kiss is raw and frantic. Raw and frantic and yes, angry. Anger exudes from Braden. Exudes from him and into the kiss.
My nipples press against his chest, and my whole body throbs in time with my heart. I’m wet. Wet and ready.
Then he rips his mouth from mine. “Fuck it,” he says. “Take off your shirt, Skye. Take off your shirt and sit down in my chair.”
I inhale a sharp breath and walk to his chair on wobbly legs. I unbutton my shirt, trying to go slowly but moving quickly because I can’t wait for whatever he has planned. He didn’t ask for my bra, but I remove it anyway and toss it onto the floor. My breasts are already warm and rosy, and they fall against my chest.
Braden sucks in a breath. “Damn, Skye, you have the most beautiful tits in the free world.”
He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and pulls out his beautiful, hard cock. “I’m going to fuck those tits, Skye. I want to come all over your chest and give you a goddamned pearl necklace.”
He walks toward me and slides his dick up between my breasts. It’s hot, so hot, and when the head of his erection comes toward my lips, I stick out my tongue and lick the tip.
“Fuck,” he says. He pulls his dick back down and then slides it upward once more. “Crush your tits together, Skye. Crush your tits together and play with your nipples while I fuck them.”
I’m wet now. So wet. As lovely as his dick feels between my breasts, I want him in my pussy. I need him in my pussy.
But I’m wearing jeans. Jeans and shoes and socks.
If only I’d taken all my clothes off and not just my shirt and bra.