She shrugged unhappily. “Maybe. No, I wouldn’t have. I would have thought you were just saying that because you didn’t like our family.”
“I know how strong family bonds are. It was something that you needed to find out for yourself. I’m sorry that this happened, but you understand now why I wouldn’t let Jeffrey marry her – and why he was willing to listen to me. I got wind of what she was up to, and convinced her friend who’d lent her the pregnancy test to talk. Well, paid five hundred bucks for her to show Jeffrey the test. Jeffrey had never loved Sapphire in the first place, but if she really had been pregnant he would have married her.”
She sagged against the desk. She felt like a complete idiot now. She’d stomped in to Sam’s office like some avenging harpy from hell, shouting and cursing at him…and her sister had been trying to pull a scam all along. “I see.”
Sam leaned back in his chair. “The Skullriders. Hmm. I didn’t know they were in this area.”
“Well, they’re about an hour away from here,” Clover said. “The bar is out in the middle of nowhere. I doubt they’d try to come hang out in this county; it’s got a reputation for being pretty law-abiding.”
He stood up. “We’ll have to keep an eye out for them.” There was a gleam in his eyes as he walked towards her.
“And now, Miss Jones, I believe that you have been neglecting your duties. Leaving early? And even worse, trying to cancel a date with me?” He loomed over her. She scooted back on the desk.
“Was this actually a date?” she wondered.
“We can go out to dinner in town if you like.”
She felt a warm glow deep inside her. He really meant it that he wanted to be with her. To be seen with her. To let everyone know he was with her.
“Maybe we should wait a bit before we take it public,” she said.
“Your wish is my command.” He tipped her head back and brushed his lips over hers. His breath smelled sweet and minty. “In fact, after I go lock that office door, you’re going to tell me what you want me to do to you tonight.”
The rush of desire that washed over her left her breathless. “I…am?” she squeaked as he hurried over and locked the door.
“Yes, you are.” He grabbed her by the hand and led her over the big leather couch that faced his desk.
“And then I’m going to reciprocate.” Her legs trembled with desire and she sank onto the couch. “I want to make you come. I want to know how much I turn you on.” Her voice quavered slightly as she said it. Deep down, she felt that same insecurity that had plagued her all her life. She still saw herself as the fat girl with the hand-me-down clothes and the weird parents. The one who stayed in the shadows and sat in the back of the room and never raised her hand even though she knew all the answers.
“You want to know how much I turn you on?” Sam grabbed her hand and placed it on top of his enormous cock.
She couldn’t hold back a little gasp of arousal. She desperately wanted that heated length inside her, but that wasn’t the game they were playing, and she couldn’t deny that the thought of having this powerful, confident bear-shifter obedient to her every whim and responsive to her every whimper was seductive.
“Now tell me what you want me to do to you,” he murmured. He kissed her gently on the mouth, then drew back and just gazed at her, his lips slightly parted and his pupils dilated in eyes that had once again turned that wild honey-gold.
Clover took a deep, shuddering breath and began to unfasten the row of buttons that ran down her dress from neckline to hem. She drew the fabric aside, then flicked open the front clasp of her peach satin bra. She should have felt exposed, self-conscious, with her ample curves exposed to him, but his gaze was so hungry that she felt nothing but nervous anticipation.
“Kiss…kiss my breasts,” she said, a blush rising in her cheeks at the unfamiliar experience of expressing her desires out loud.
“Gladly.” Sam palmed one of her breasts with his large hand, then bent his head to suck the other nipple into his mouth. He suckled the pebbled flesh, sending bolts of silvery sensation to her clit, and a trickle of arousal soaked the fabric of her panties. He lapped at her nipple with the flat of his tongue, gently abrading the flesh, drawing it to an even harder and more sensitive point. Then he nipped it gently between his teeth, making her gasp and arch against her mouth.
He pulled away and grinned at her. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said again.
She shifted, trying to ease the ache between her thighs. “Take my panties off,” she said, “and….and…”
He kneeled between her knees and pulled her panties down, placing a quick, teasing kiss on the curls of her mound. He looked up at her. “I want you to say it,” he insisted. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”