Page 40 of Tristan’s Temptation

“Are you going to think about it all day now?”

A small squeak emanated from her sweet, bow-shaped lips. “Yes.”

He let his hand slip down her thigh and around, up the front of her dress. He found her lacy panties and slipped a finger beneath the band.

“Tristan.”

His blood thickened as he stroked her damp lips. God. She was already ready. The urge to fuck her here and now rode him hard but he resisted. He wanted her mad with it. Crazed.

“I got you a present,” he rasped, gesturing to the small box on the desk.

She shuddered, gulped. “What? What is it?”

“Open it.” His voice held a thread of command.

She trembled as she reached for the box and he noticed this with tremendous satisfaction. Poor thing. She had no idea what was in store for her. She opened the box and stared down at the two brass balls in silence. “What are these for?”

“For your pussy.” To illustrate the point, he slipped his fingers up into her weeping canal. She moaned. “Put them in.”

“What?”

“Put them in. You know what they are, don’t you?”

“I’ve seen Ben Wa balls before.”

“But you’ve never used them?”

She shook her head. Her pink tongue danced out to dampen her lips. He warmed at the sight.

“I want them in you all day, making you throb from the inside out.”

“I can’t wear these all day.”

“I think you can.”

“Tristan, we have a staff meeting in…” She checked her watch. “Ten minutes.”

His grin was slow and perhaps a little wicked. “I know. And all during the meeting, with each twitch of your muscles, those balls are going to remind you what’s coming. They are going to remind you about tonight.”

She shuddered and her cunt clenched around his fingers. He yanked them out. “No coming,” he warned her. “No sneaking off to the bathroom to play with your clit. Promise me.”

“You’re driving me crazy!”

“That would be the plan.”

She tipped her head to the side. “Tristan, we can’t do this in the office.”

He frowned. “Why not?”

“What about your rule?”

“To hell with the rule. Adam broke the rule. Why shouldn’t I get my fun as well?”

“But…”

“No buts, Shannon. Put them inside. Now. Or you’ll pay for your disobedience tonight. They have all sorts of rooms at the Palace, you know.”

Her throat worked as her gaze skipped from him to the balls and back. Her hesitation made him suspect she was going to chicken out, a thought that sent a shaft of disappointment through him. But in the end, she didn’t. In the end, she lifted her leg, placed it on his thigh and, holding onto his shoulder for balance, slipped first one and then the other orb into her pussy. She hissed as they eased, inexorably, in.