Dirtiest Secret (SIN 1)

"I was angry," I admit.

"Is that all?"

I lick my lips. "I was jealous."

He nods, but he doesn't tell me about the girl. He doesn't tell me where he's been for the last three hours.

I start to ask him, but I swallow the question. Not because he told me I hadn't earned the right, but because I don't want to know the answer.

"Take off the robe," he says. "And then walk to me."

I lick my lips. "Dallas."

"Do you want me to make you come?"

The question is so unexpected it shocks me, though under the circumstances, it really shouldn't.

"Yes," I say, because he would know any other answer is a lie.

"Then I want no hesitation. No argument. Walk to me, Jane. I want to see you move. I want to watch you and anticipate touching you. I want to study your body and ponder the best way to get you off."

Oh. Well, okay then.

I untie the sash on the robe, then push the silk off my shoulders so it falls to the ground. Naked, I walk to him. I move slowly, and with each step I'm becoming more and more aroused. And I can see by the bulge in his slacks that he is, too.

When I'm a few feet away, he unzips his slacks, takes his cock out, and starts to stroke it. He's huge and hard, and I imagine him filling me--and I hate that I want that because I don't know if he will ever be inside me. But that's just one part of everything I want with this man.

Right now, I just want this moment. The way I feel, so sexual and alive. And the way he's looking at me, his jaw tight as if he's working to hold everything in. His cock rock hard. His eyes so focused on me I can feel the heat.

"You are so beautiful," he says. "So beautiful. So sexy. So goddamn hot."

I lick my lips and keep walking.

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you."

"Tell me I can do anything to you."

My pulse kicks up. "You can do anything to me."

"Should I punish you? You were supposed to wait for me, Jane. How should I punish you for being such a bad girl?"

"Any way you want to," I whisper, and I hear his low chuckle.

"Good answer," he says. "But you don't mean it."

I'm right in front of him now, and I stop. "Yes, I do."

His mouth curves up. "Baby, you don't have the slightest clue what 'anything' means with me."

The way he says it gives me chills, and I can't help but think that he's right. Brody's given me an idea, but I don't truly know. And I wonder if Dallas is going to show me.

I really want him to show me.

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He stands, his cock tucked away again. He is right in front of me, still in his perfectly tailored, extraordinarily sexy five-thousand-dollar suit. He looks like a man who owns the world. A man with the confidence to have any woman he wants. A man who asks for and expects obedience. A man who will punish those who get in his way.