Page 191 of Boardroom Sins

It’s only when he steps away that I see what he’s done. There’s a vibrating wand tied to my leg, positioned so it’s close to where I’d need it to cum.

Close—but not close enough.

“Lukas,” I rasp, forgetting the rules again as panic surges through me. “Please don’t?—”

He presses a finger to my lips. “Hush now, Ms. Everett. It’s not time to speak.”

His hand smooths over the strap, checking the tightness, adjusting the angle, making sure it’s all right. The vibrator sits maybe two inches from my swollen, aching center. I want to lie to myself and say that we’re almost at the end, seeing as how we’ve been at it for hours now.

But I know better than that.

Lukas straightens, steps away, and retrieves his tumbler of vodka from the nightstand. He takes a slow sip, watching me over the rim.

“I’ll be downstairs,” he says. “I’ll come check on you in an hour or so.”

“What?” I bleat. “An hour?! Lukas, you can’t just?—!”

“Quiet, Rae.” He heads toward the door. “I have all night, sweetheart. Nothing but time.”

He pauses at the threshold. His thumb finds the small remote in his palm. He presses it…

… and the vibrator hums to life.

I gasp as the sensation hits me. It’s a low, steady pulse that radiates outward from my thigh, close enough to make my hips jerk involuntarily, but far enough that relief remains just a hair’s breadth out of reach.

It’s like standing in the desert with water trickling past my lips but never touching my tongue.

I thought I’d already been tortured.

I was wrong.

Thisis the real thing.

Lukas watches me for a long moment. His gray eyes are soft. Sad, almost. There’s no triumph in his expression, nor cruelty, nor anger.

There is only patience.

The vibrator pulses against my thigh. My body strains toward it uselessly, my hips writhing in search of friction that won’t come. The sensation builds and builds, a slow-motion avalanche of need that has nowhere to go.