The Deal

It was this contract she'd come back for. He knew that now. He restrained his smile, set the sheet of paper down on the desk and lifted his head to study her. She hadn’t moved. Elegant and poised, she stood by with her arms loosely folded in front of her, awaiting his reply. The look in her eyes told a different story. Desire glistened there. She wanted him to react. Lucas loved that she was challenging him but he also knew that she was dying to submit. "Making demands now, is that how it's going to be?"

She didn't move, but her lips curved.

He tapped his fingers on the surface of the desk, pretending to glance at the contract again. "So you think it's in our best interests to strike this deal?"

She quickly nodded. "I believe so."

"It's an adventure, our relationship, don't you think? Part of that is not knowing the boundaries until we hit them."

Her eyebrows lifted. "I agree. But you're always the one stating terms and boundaries, revealing the deal. It's time I made some requirements of my own."

She lifted her chin as she faced him off. How could he not adore that?

"I assume you're not requesting a more dominant role in all aspects of our relationship? Sexually, for example."

With an audible intake of breath, she shook her head. "We're compatible as we are, sexually."

Lucas laughed softly and stared around the desk until he was inches from her. "You're offering to be my willing slave if I accept your terms?"

"For as long as you want me." Her eyes blazed.

Triumphant, he touched his thumb against her lush lower lip. "That's a big commitment. I'm in this for the long haul."

Her eyes flickered. "It is. And I'm ready for it."

"Ready to play, too, by the looks of you. I admire your efforts to remain businesslike, my love, but I can tell what you're thinking."

"Lucas…" She shook her head. "Please answer my terms."

"I will. You have my word. But right now I have to address something much more important. You. I can see what else is on your mind, and its distracting both of us. You’re a naughty girl thinking naughty thoughts. It's written all over your face."

The back of his hand made brief contact with her jaw line. He wanted her to be ready for everything. That served as a promise, and a warning.

Barely contained sexual electricity coursed between them.

Her eyelids lowered. She understood.

“You’re aroused and you make me want you. I can’t even focus on your contract because you're such a sexy distraction."

She looked at him pleadingly from under her lashes.

He could see the lust in her eyes. "I think you’ll agree we both need some basic training in focusing on the job.”

He took off his jacket slowly, before casting it aside on a chair.

Her lips curved and she nodded quickly. "Perhaps you're right."

He loosened his necktie, then rolled up his shirt sleeves.

Naomi watched his every move.

He pointed at the surface of his desk. “Bend over and put your hands on my desk."

She did as instructed, bracing her hands and elbows on his desk.

Her hair fell forward, trailing over the contract she'd produced for him.

Beautiful in her submission, and yet so regal – the sight of her standing that way made the pulse at the base of his spine thud, the need to come inside her building fast. Lucas stored the image away, knowing he would think of it often as he worked here in the future.