Adrenaline bursts through me. My eyes are locked on Selene, the droning voice at the front of the room fading in the wake of the desire I can barely contain.
She brings her hand to her neck and trails her fingers down between the open top buttons of her blouse. Tilting her face toward me ever so slightly, she meets my eyes and blinks, then licks her lips with exaggerated slowness. She drags her teeth over her bottom lip and holds my gaze. I can see her unspoken words written all over her face. I’m going to fuck you later.
Oh, no, my dirty girl. I am going to fuck you later. And I’m going to make you pay for this torture session.
Selene stops her little game, and I’m mostly grateful because I’m so fucking turned on I can barely see straight. I wait in the back of the room, watching her while she finishes up the meeting and chats with a few people as the rest file out and go back to their desks. Her gaze flicks to me a few times but I just stare at her, unwavering. It gives me time to think of all the things I’m going to do to her when I get her alone.
The last person leaves the room, and Selene picks up a stack of papers. Her back is to me and I quickly cross the distance between us. I lean my face into her neck so I can speak directly into her ear.
“You’re a naughty little minx, my dirty girl,” I say, my voice breathy against her skin. “You think you can get away with playing with me like that?”
I can almost feel her hard swallow, the stiffness of her body, the quickening of her breath. I stand behind her, not quite touching. My hands ache to be all over her, but I hold back. I have something special in store, and it begins right here.
“You need to be reminded who’s the boss,” I say.
“Do I?” she breathes.
I spare a quick glance out the door to make sure we’re truly alone, then grab her hair and lean her head to the side, baring her neck to me. “Yes, you do. Be at my place at six on the dot. You earn an additional punishment for every minute you’re late.” I graze my teeth across her skin. “And wear these shoes.”
I let go and walk away without looking at her, high as fuck on the feeling of dominance she’s giving me. I’ll show her who’s boss, and she’s going to love every second of it.
22: Selene
My hands tremble and my heart wants to crack my ribs wide open. I pull out my phone and glance at the time. Five fifty-nine. I stand in front of Ronan’s door, waiting to knock. He didn’t say anything about being early, but he did say six on the dot.
I’m not quite sure what I’m getting myself into tonight, but his little chat with me after the meeting had me almost panting with desire. I think my game in the conference room might have worked too well. He watched me like a predator sizing up his prey, his gray eyes so intense I was sure anyone who looked at him could read his (very dirty) thoughts.
After the meeting, I went back to my office, my vision blurry, and pretended to work until I could leave. The throbbing between my legs hasn’t let up since, and I almost got myself off in the shower when I was getting ready. I stopped, though. I want him to do it. I want to come to him hot and wet and ready.
None of which is going to be a problem.
Six o’clock. I knock on his door.
He opens it, dressed to the nines in a slate-gray suit, complete with tie. I feel a momentary pang of disappointment. Are we going out? We’re meeting Braxton and Kylie for drinks later, but maybe he wants dinner first. I’m not really dressed up—I’m wearing a fluttery gold halter top with distressed jeans and the heels I wore to work—and I wonder if I missed a text from him, telling me what the plan is for tonight.
His eyes rove up and down and he steps aside, gesturing for me to come in. He closes the door behind me and grabs my wrist.
“Are you ready for this, my naughty girl?” he says into my ear.
I gasp a little breath, and my back tightens. Maybe he doesn’t want to go out. “Yes.”
His lips brush my neck. “If I do anything you don’t like tonight, tell me to stop, and I will. You’re safe with me.”
I swallow hard and nod. He steps away, letting go of my arm.
“You seem to have forgotten that I’m the boss,” he says, his voice going icy cold. “I’m in charge. From this moment forward, you will not speak unless I tell you. You will not move unless I tell you, and you will move only as instructed. Is that clear?”
I nod again, practically shivering, and bite the inside of my lip. My panties are completely drenched already, and he’s barely touched me.
“You thought your little game in the conference room was fun, didn’t you?” he asks, taking slow steps in front of me, his hands clasped behind his back.