Page 56 of The Arrangement

She wanted to say too much, to tell him he needed to slow it down, but Viviana realized it wasn’t true. In fact, her ass backed into his hand, wanting it harder still. The sound of her voice turned high as she begged him for more, only getting low chuckles in response.

“Tell me, Viviana … is that what got you so hot, baby? I quite like that young man, but it wouldn’t be too much of a drop in my bucket if he needed to go.” When his teeth bit her neck, he muttered, “I’m a jealous motherfucker when it comes to what’s mine, or haven’t I told you that yet?”

“No-no … not him,” she stuttered, so fucking close to falling off that peak he held her on.

“The gun, then?”

“No, yes … Oh, fuck, Anton, please.”

“No, or yes. Which one is it?”

“Both,” she somehow managed to breathe.

Before she could speak again, he impaled her with the toy even deeper, opening the clenching ring of muscles that held the toy tight. Immediately, it sent her spinning into an orgasm so intense tears slipped through her clamped-shut eyes, spilling against his neck. As her knees gave out, every muscle in her body relaxed at the rush of relief and euphoria that soaked her like a bucket of ice water.

Slowly, her panting breaths decreased as Viviana whined brokenly from the aftershocks.

Never had something hit her so strongly.

“There, hmm?” he hummed darkly, kissing along the raging pulse in her neck. “I think you needed that. Bend over my desk.”

That sobered her instantly. “What?”

“I believe it can come out, given how well you opened for me just then. If you can handle that, well…” He trailed off with another one of those throaty hums of his that sent her sex clenching. “I know you brought the kit for it, so pack it away in that purse of yours and we’ll keep it under my desk until we leave tonight. Clean it at home, whatever. Besides, I think you need to show me what else you bought when we get back. Sound good?”

Her throat was so tight that she could only nod in response. On shaky legs, she moved from his embrace, letting his hand find the small of her back. Anton grabbed her purse off the back of the chair, quickly finding the plastic box inside for the toy. With her palms lying flat on the edge of his desk, she sighed a heavy breath as he bunched the dress around her waist before laying a kiss to the rounded cheek of her ass. Her thong was hooked to his thumb and moved to the side.

“So, both. Care to indulge me here?”

Embarrassment slipped through her emotions like a slow moving killer. “I didn’t—”

“It turns you on, doesn’t it? Admit it. Guns scare you. Me and a gun is a different story, however. Gets you hot and bothered like nothing else. I think I like that more than I should. Come on, Viviana, is that it?”

“Yes.”

Once more, a tender kiss touched down before his teeth nipped painfully sharp to the same spot, sending a jolt of need through every inch of her aching body. At the same time, his fingers slipped inside to wrap along the flattened end of the plug before it slipped out of her rear.

With the toy packed safely away and her dress fixed, Viviana found herself rotated beneath his hands, the small of her back pressing into the edge of Anton’s desk as he leaned over her form. Their kiss was slow and lazy, the heat of his mouth overtaking hers as his fingers curled around the small of her waist. Pulling away, her nose skimmed the strong line of his jaw and she watched his eyes close at the motion.

Closed doors gave her him, she knew. No matter where they were. Anton flipped his switch like nothing, but she always got the very best ones when they turned on her.

“Both,” she murmured, nipping tenderly at his bottom lip. Blue eyes opened at her voice, the striking gaze he leveled on her making Viviana’s heart speed up. The very sight made her feel weak and overcome all over again, so she lowered her head. “You were right, it’s both. But, it won’t happen again …”

“Good.”

“Boss.”

At the harsh intake of air, Viviana chanced a look up at him once more, only to see the hard swallow in his throat and hooded eyes. His fingers tightened almost painfully on her waist, but she didn’t mind a bit.

“Oh, baby. You’re playing with fire, now.”

Viviana pretended like he hadn’t said a thing. “So the dress is good then?”

“We’re back to coy, huh?”

“Anton …” she said, reaching up to tap his chin with one finger, “the dress?”

“I love this goddamn dress.”