“Honestly? I don’t know, Braden, because you won’t tell me what happened between you two.”
“Skye, you do try my patience.” I stand, pull her out of the chair, and into my body.
She parts her lips.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
That’s all I say. What I don’t say is that the article in the Babbler doesn’t upset me nearly as much as it should. What I also don’t say is how, twelve hours ago, I vowed to distance myself from this woman because I was afraid I might be falling in love.
So much for distance.
I kiss her. Hard.
Everything else vanishes. The engagements Claire just put on my calendar. The article in the Babbler. Skye’s contract and how she manipulated her way into my office.
It’s all gone.
Only our kiss exists.
Only my lips sliding against hers, my tongue probing between them, the groans coming from her throat, my erection pushing into her belly.
I break the kiss and inhale deeply. “God, what you do to me.” I whip my tie off my neck and finger the fabric.
She gasps sharply.
Good. She knows what I’m thinking.
“Silk isn’t the best for binding,” I say. “The knots are sometimes too tight, which can be a problem if I need to untie you quickly.”
She lifts her eyebrows, raising them in challenge.
Too late for that.
I’m binding her with this silk tie, and I’m doing it now.
“However, it’s all I have at the moment.” I unbutton my shirt and remove it. I stand in a white tank. “Take off your clothes, Skye.”
Chapter Forty-Two
She eyes the door.
“No, it’s not locked,” I say.
She parts her lips, and God, it takes every ounce of my resolve not to rip the offending garments off her. She’s nervous, and for good reason. She’s thinking someone—anyone—could walk in. Though I’m tempted to let her wonder—
“No one will interrupt us. They know the penalty for entering without knocking.” I finger the soft silk of my tie. “I’ve never bound your wrists before.”
She shakes her head.
“Are you ready?”
She nods.
“Take off your clothes, Skye,” I say again.
She trembles as she obeys, and with each item she peels off her body, I get to see more and more of her soft flesh—that soft flesh that drives me wild, makes me want to kiss her and spank her and, God help me, feel things I have no business feeling.
Finally, she stands, naked, her clothes folded neatly over the back of a chair.
“Now hold your wrists out,” I say. “Together.”
She does, and I wrap my tie tightly around them and secure it with a knot.
She gapes at me. I don’t need to ask if she’s ever been bound by anyone else. I already know the answer. It’s written in her eyes. They’re full of an intoxicating combination of trepidation and desire.
Her wrists are bound. She can still walk, still touch, but she doesn’t, even though I haven’t given her any orders to the contrary.
“You look beautiful, Skye.”
She smiles, her gorgeous lips trembling.
“Bound for my pleasure,” I say.
Naked. Skye naked in my office, her wrists secured with my necktie. I’m about to fuck her here, leave her mark in this room.
“Walk to the window, Skye, and face it. Hands above your head.”
She obeys, pressing her bare breasts against the glass, her bound wrists resting on the pane above her.
I unbuckle my belt, unzip my zipper. My cock springs out, hard and ready.
I stand behind her and push into her. Then I grasp her bound wrists, raise them, and hold them clamped against the window. “Don’t move,” I whisper against her ear.
In one quick thrust, I’m inside her. I clench my teeth, letting the walls of her pussy suck around me. Fucking paradise.
She cries out.
“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Take it. Take all of me.” I pull out and then push back in.
Her cheek and breasts are crushed against the glass. What a lovely picture she must make, her tits smashed—if only she were visible to outside viewers. The idea makes me hot. I keep my hand clamped onto her bound wrists, rendering her immobile.
With my other hand, I grip her hip as I fuck her. “Good girl. Don’t move. Let me take what’s mine.”
It’s a hard and primal fuck. No kisses to her neck, no nibbles on her ear. Just a raw taking. What I need at this moment. She barged into my office with a contract she could have emailed. Interrupted my day. I remember this as I fuck her against my window.
“That’s it.” I pump faster. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
I glide my hand from her hip and touch her clit gently. She gasps.
Then I pull on it…not so gently.
She explodes.
Quick as lightning, I withdraw and spin her to face me. I lift her, her ass pressing against the glass window.
“Put your arms around my neck,” I command.
She looks down at the binding, her lips parted and eyebrows raised.
“Do it!” I grit out.
She lifts both arms and rings them around my neck. She’s suspended now, flat against the window, her arms bound and around me. I spread her legs as wide as they’ll go, my arms under her thighs like a makeshift swing. I’m holding all her weight, pushing her up and against the glass.
I charge into her, thrusting and thrusting.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Feels so good.”
“God, yes,” she says. “Please.”
I know what she’s after. She wants me to touch her clit. She wants another orgasm. I’m happy to give it to her, but I’ll do it my own way.
I lean into her, our chests touching, and rock my cock gently back and forth into her. It’s a deliciously erotic sensation for both of us, and little by little, she’s getting the clitoral stimulation she needs.
I rock and I rock and I rock, her tight pussy gripping my cock with each push and my pubic bone gently caressing her clit, until—
“Braden! I’m coming!”
“That’s it, baby.” I pull back slightly and plunge deep. I withdraw and then thrust.
A fuck. A good, hard fuck.