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“I’ll spread you open and tie you up. The orgasm, however?” He shakes his head, another smile ghosting across his face. “Only good girls get to come.”
“If you put it that way…” I move so I’m standing in front of him.
He laughs. “It’s all about the right incentive, isn’t it?” He turns me around and cuffs my hands behind my back. It’s only after he secures my wrists that he seems to realize I’m still fully clothed.
“Ha,” I gloat. “Should have planned ahead, Mr. Attention-to-Detail. What are you going to do now?”
He kisses me hard and spanks my ass, and I like it. “Every time you sass off,” he says, “I’m going to punish you.” He spanks me again, and warmth blooms at the spot of impact. “Just like that.” He grips the vee of the neck and stares me in the eyes. “As for your dress…” His forearms flex, and in one fluid motion, the fabric rips. Metal buttons go flying everywhere, each one hitting the concrete floor with a little ping.
I’m naked under the dress. His gaze turns predatory and intensely male. “No bra, Alina?” he says, squeezing my breast. “No panties either. Admit it. You wanted me to do that.”
I wake up at that moment, hot and sweaty, my entire body poised on the brink of an orgasm.
Damn it. It’s irrational, yes, but I’m angry at Tomas for invading my dreams and furious with myself for letting him. He’s spent a couple of hours a day all week at the gym. By this time, the initial shine should be off. I shouldn’t still be fantasizing about him.
But I am.
I don’t even bother reaching for my vibrator—my fingers will do. I bring myself to a shuddering climax that rips through me with the force of a tsunami, yet barely takes the edge off. I’m just wondering if I have time to come again when there’s a knock on my door.
Weird. My apartment is above the gym, and the only way to access my stairwell is through the door tucked just inside the foyer. It’s a quarter to six, and the gym isn’t open yet. Simon has a key to the front entrance, but he’s hiding in the UK. The only other person with a key is?—
I jump out of bed and grab my dressing gown off its hook. Tying the belt firmly, I wrench open my door.
It’s Tomas.
12
TOMAS
Alina stands in the doorway, her hair tousled, her dressing gown slipping off her shoulder. For a long moment, I can only stare. At her, at those sleep-kissed brown eyes, at her swollen lips, and at the vibrator that’s clearly visible on the bedside table behind her.
A vibrator.
Her sheets are tangled in a bunch as if she had a restless night, and her skin glistens with a sheen of sweat. My mind conjures a fantasy of Alina lying naked on the bed, spread-eagled for me, begging me to use the vibrator on her, and my cock instantly hardens. I do my best to rip my gaze away from her vibrator, but my imagination won’t let it go. If I tug off her dressing gown and lift her T-shirt, will I find her cunt slick and swollen and ready?
Get yourself under control, for fuck’s sake.
I swallow a lump in my throat and wrench my thoughts out of the gutter. “Good morning.”
“It’s five in the morning.” She sounds outraged. “What the hell, Tomas?”
“Sorry.” Her question reminds me of the reason I’m really here. “The door to your stairwell was ajar, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” I had a moment of pure panic when I saw the open door. If someone managed to break in… If someone hurt Alina… My heart is still racing, and my body is flooded with adrenaline.
Her expression turns sheepish. “Oh, right. I went out last night to get takeout. I must have forgotten to lock it when I came back. Sorry to give you a scare.” She stifles a yawn. “What are you doing here so early? I thought we were meeting at ten.”
“We were.” My fingers itch to stroke her silky shoulder. Kiss her nape, push her backward until the back of her knees hit her bed. I need to get the hell out of here before I do something I regret. “But something’s come up, and I’m going to be busy all day.”
Her eyebrows rise. “Taking Freccia to the spa?”
I bite back my laugh. God, that mouth of hers. “My cat loves a good pampering, but sadly, today is not her lucky day. I’ll be doing some financial analysis for Antonio. I came in to set up remote access, since I won’t be back until tomorrow night.”
“Okay. I’ll be here.”
I frown. She’s opened the gym every single day, and she’s usually there until closing. Six days a week, sixteen hours a day, and when she’s not teaching classes, she’s staffing the front desk. She’s got to be exhausted. “You’re working too hard. I don’t like it.”
Alina’s shoulders stiffen in outrage, but she ruins the effect by yawning again. She doesn’t let it stop her. “I know this is going to come as a shock, Tomas, but I don’t care. The hours I work are none of your business.”
“They are, actually. If you read the details of the contract, you’ll find that in exchange for a reduced profit share, I require you to be able to run the gym effectively. You’re useless to me if you collapse from overwork.”
