Page 20 of Charmed by You

My eyes go wide. “What?”

“Your fingers. Your breasts. Your pussy.”

I shiver from the heat in his words. “Simon…”

“Either obey me or say no, and we stop right now. Those areyour only choices.”

I bite my lip, but I also close my eyes as I slip my fingersbetween my legs, then gasp when I brush my clit, and my whole body sparks.

“Oh, baby,” he says, his hands going to my hips. “Keep youreyes closed.”

“Okay.”

“Excuse me?”

I fight a smile, remembering the way he’d ordered me to obeyhim. And the way it had turned me on even as it pissed me off.

Right now, it only turned me on. “Yes, sir.”

“Better,” he says, his tongue teasing my navel. “Put yourhands on your breasts. Play with your nipples. And spread your legs for me.”

I do, more turned on than I’ve ever been. Never once have Ilet a man take so much control, and it’s everything I can do not to cry out ashis hands slide around to cup my ass and his tongue teases my clit. I leanback, surrendering. Ready to let him do anything and everything. Willing to lethim completely own me.

As if he can read my thoughts, he says, “I spent some timereading about you. About how you fuck your co-stars. How you seduce them. Is ittrue?”

“Mostly, yes.”

“Why?”

“I like being in control,” I admit.

“Who’s in control now?”

“You are.” My voice is little more than a breath.

“And do you like it?”

“God, yes.”

“Should I stop? Should I surrender to you?”

I reach out and grab his hair, my voice almost panicky as Isay, “No. Please, Simon, no.”

“And the alcohol? The drugs? There are stories about yougetting drunk and passing out in a hot tub. That’s dangerous stuff.” Hisfingers thrust deep inside me, and I groan, arching back as I grind against hishand. “A hell of a lot more dangerous than I am.”

“It’s not true,” I say, barely managing to get the wordsout.

“Don’t lie to me. Never lie to me.”

“I’m not. It never happened. I—I’m careful, and I don’t dodrugs. We’d been filming, and I was exhausted. I fell asleep in the hot tub,but that was all. And someone posted a picture, and the rumor got started.”

“And you let it go.”

“Yes,” I whisper, my hips moving. I want more. I want theexplosion. I want him.

“You’re not as wild as you like people to think. You’replaying the game. You’ve played it your whole life.”

“Yes.”