Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

Tiny.

She took a deep breath in then released it slowly. But she couldn’t seem to make herself move toward the door.

“Reagan? You in there? Reagan?”

She cleared her throat. “I’m here.” Damn, that wasn’t any louder than a mouse’s squeak. Where was her backbone? She forced herself to walk toward the door.

“If you’re by the door, stand back,” he called out.

Ignoring his order, she opened the door just as he started to ram his shoulder into it. She had to hand it to him, he was light on his feet for a big guy. Instead of crashing into her, he twisted, grabbed her around the waist and twirled, coming to a sudden stop in the living room.

Instead of immediately letting her go, he leaned into her, his breath coming in harsh pants.

“You were going to break my door down!” she said, outraged.

“You weren’t answering.” He glared down at her. Then his eyes widened slightly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He quickly let her go, and she swayed slightly. Tiny shut then locked the door before turning back to her. “I don’t like lies.”

“It’s not a lie. I’m perfectly fine.”

He looked at her in disbelief before cupping her face between his hands. A shiver raced up her spine.

“You’re pale. Trembling. You didn’t answer the door.”

“So you decided to break it down? What if I’d been on the toilet?”

“Were you?”

“No,” she muttered.

“Then why didn’t you answer?”

She didn’t say anything for a long moment, and he let out a low growl, moving one hand to the nape of her neck. With his other hand, he raised her chin. “Damn,” he muttered right before he took her mouth with his. She was so startled she froze, but as he ran his tongue over her lips, silently demanding entrance, she found herself relaxing into his embrace.

Swinging her arms around his neck, she reached up on tiptoe and kissed him back. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth and tease her. Taste her. He taste

d like bacon and mints.

A surprisingly delicious combination.

All thought fled her mind as arousal filled her, and she whimpered softly, wanting more. Needing more.

Suddenly, he pulled back, letting her go, his expression guarded as he stared down at her. “I apologize.”

He what? He’d just kissed her until she couldn’t think, until she relaxed into his embrace, something that never happened to her, and he was apologizing? Was he for real?

“That was unprofessional.”

Unprofessional. Right. He was only here because Alex hired him. Not that she was going to let Alex foot the bill. Her problem, her bill. She took a few steps back, bringing her emotions swiftly under control.

“Can I get you some coffee?” She needed to do something to bring all these crazy feelings under control. She couldn’t be like this. Couldn’t let herself become overwhelmed by emotions she didn’t know how to process.

“Reagan, I—”

She walked away from him. She knew it was rude, but she didn’t have it in her to be polite right now.