Page 36 of The Bad Husband

I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

“Nothing can incriminate me. I didn’t do anything wrong. Besides, I trusted you.”

“And I’m trusting you now that you’ll help me to catch those women.”

“You hired them,” I remind him. “You should’ve done a better job at it.”

“They came highly recommended by other people. I didn’t put an ad out on the Internet for them. You’re the only one I’ve asked to work for me.”

“I trusted you…” I say again, disappointed.

“And I’m trusting that you’ll do the right thing. You do that for me, and you’ll never get dragged into something nasty. I’ll make sure of that.”

I fold my arms over my chest, studying the man in front of me.

“This is extortion.”

“Call it as you wish. It gets things done.”

“I could walk out of here and go straight to the police.”

He laughs quietly.

“For that, you’d only need to walk into that room first. A couple of the higher-ups are right there, playing cards.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m going home.”

I push off his desk and move toward the exit when he swivels with his chair, loops his arm around me, and pulls me back to him.

I fall to his lap, his arms looped around me as I put my best effort into fighting him off.

I’d lie if I said I didn’t enjoy fighting him.

I’d lie if I said our fight was a real fight.

He could finish me in two seconds, but he must enjoy this as much as I do.

I’d also lie if I said this story didn’t have the spellbinding sexual tension written all over it.

He may have changed his behavior, shifting from teasing me to talking serious stuff with me, from showing interest in me to pretending to be annoyed with me. Still, now that I sit on his lap, things seem to get more in tune with what is actually going on.

The more I push him and try to break away from him, the more heated I get, and the more aroused I get.

I try to put that on the fact that I haven’t been with a man for a while.

He eventually grabs the back of my hair and pulls, making me wince in pain and lessen my efforts while tilting my head back and exposing my neck and top of my chest to him.

My hands grab at his shoulders as he does the most unexpected thing.

He presses his mouth straight on the root of my neck and bites me gently.

Electrical storms form beneath his lips before traveling down, touching the tips of my breasts, and moving rapidly to the point between my legs.

My skirt has already rolled up a few inches from sitting on his lap, so when he brings his other hand to my legs and slides it up a little, I get a quick spike of arousal that leaves me breathless.

His grip on my hair slackens.

It moves down my back, locks around my waist, but then does something outrageously delicious.