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The tiny look of surprise was followed by a need that matched my own, unbridled and more intimate than we’d gotten before. “Yes,” she admitted.
“Good girl. I’m proud of you for being honest with me. Are you willing to go outside of your comfort zone, to indulge in your deepest fantasies while exposing the most vulnerable side of yourself? Are you willing to be someone everyone you know wouldn’t recognize just for a little while?”
She offered a wry smile. “Why, yes, sir.” As if trying to prove a point, she slowly dropped to her knees.
My instant reaction was sadistic in need and thought, my balls tightening as she dropped to her hands, glancing up at me as if assuming the role of seductress. I wasn’t certain where this was going but I had to admit I was more than willing to find out.
I backed away to my desk, forcing her to come closer. She kept a sly smile on her face as she crawled ever so slowly toward me, her eyes piercing mine. I was cognizant my cock was throbbing more than ever, the need for her increasing exponentially. Was it wrong of me to crave indulging in sadistic needs? I wasn’t certain I wanted to learn anyone else’s answer.
As she came closer, she tossed her long ponytail from side to side, which only enticed me further. In her tight skirt, crawling couldn’t have been easy, but she made it look so effortless, as if she’d done this before. I was more impressed with her because she was letting herself go, whether she realized it or not.
A soft purr left her throat, almost a whisper of a sound but I caught it as I’d done with everything else about her. When she was only inches away, she rose onto her knees once again, slowly lowering her heated gaze down from my torso to my legs. Her chest rose and fell, and I sensed it was from excitement, not difficulty breathing around me. Her closeness allowed me to catch a whiff of her desire and she was the kind of woman who could easily intoxicate a man.
I was not the kind of man to be thrown by anything. However, she was pushing my boundaries already as I’d attempted to do with hers. The way she began to rub her hands along the inside of my legs was scintillating, the tingles erupting into electricity within seconds.
It was almost impossible not to react like the primal man I was, fisting her hair and forcing my cock down her throat. The visions of doing so were more vivid than before. She was worth the wait, uncovering her most vulnerable aspects of foreplay to me.
When her hands were only inches away from my throbbing cock, I took both of them into mine, forcing her onto her feet. “You have the ability to be a very bad girl, Sara. However, what I’m looking for is for you to be entirely yourself, not a beautiful actress pretending to be something she’s not.”
By the look in her eyes, I could tell I’d caused a hint of pain but almost immediately her resolve kicked in. She cupped my face, trying to hold onto whatever momentum and courage she’d gathered before, pressing her other palm against my chest and rising onto her tiptoes as she leaned into me.
With the lightest brush of her lips against mine, I was almost driven to a place I wouldn’t be able to retreat from. The taste of her was incredible, more so than the night I’d mistaken her for someone else. She even moaned as if on cue and while I adored the sound, I was ready to take back control.
I pulled her against me, crushing my mouth over hers, instantly resuming control by thrusting my tongue inside. She stiffened immediately, obviously shocked I’d called her on her little game. Yet within seconds, she was engaging with me, her body possibly betraying her. She undulated back and forth, creating the kind of friction between my legs I didn’t need right now.
But as additional desire roared to the surface, I was locked in a moment in time that I hoped neither one of us would regret. Sexual harassment? In every other work scenario, you bet. But this was entirely different. This was a sensual experience allowing every emotion to rise to the surface.
And the bad man inside of me planned on taking full advantage of it and the luscious woman. As the moment of intimacy continued, she relaxed even more, clawing my shirt with one hand as she shifted the other so she could tangle her fingers in my hair.
When I finally broke the kiss, she was breathless, licking her bottom lip.
She had no idea what she was doing to me or what I planned on doing with her.
For now, I gripped both her arms, gently pushing her away. “As I said, be you.”
“What if this is me?” Her question was coy, so much so I had to smile.
“Then we will enjoy our time spent together. I am more certain of it now than ever.”
A flush of heat rose on her cheeks from embarrassment, and she immediately pulled away, folding her arms across her chest in a defensive stance. She turned sharply and started to head out the door then stopped. “You never told me about the book you intend on writing, Mr. Saint.”
It was another method of her trying to regain control.
“Let’s call it a foray into our biggest fears, our most extreme nightmares. Imagine a highly respected leader in a community who enjoyed doing unspeakable things at night.”
Her smile was full of intrigue and I sensed ideas already. The woman was a remarkable find. “You should make him a professor.”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “Perhaps I will.”
“One last question, Professor Saint. What did you put in the stunning roses to keep them so fresh?”
I rose from my desk, heading to the bar. This called for a celebration and a drink. I grabbed a glass and my favorite bottle of whiskey, which was rare for me to drink these days. “First of all, please call me Easton. I am no longer your professor. Second, I used blood. It’s the essence of life, don’t you think?” When she said nothing at first, I turned my head toward her slowly.
The look in her eyes, the twinkle that the shimmer of sun revealed allowed me to catch a glimpse of her soul. She was very much like me, a woman who longed to cross the very line I’d done years before. And I knew once she did, she would never be able to cross back over.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “I agree. Blood is also the passageway into the very darkness both you and I enjoy writing about.”
Mmm… My cock twitched all over again.
