Cool air slid over her skin as he flipped her skirt up. “You need to understand that the most important thing to me about this op is you coming out of it healthy and whole.”
“I didn’t think I was in any danger.”
A hard slap smacked against her ass. She gasped at the pain, but the heat that lingered was pure pleasure. The man knew what he was doing. This wasn’t an act of violence or punishment. The way he did it, it was a way to connect, to communicate in their own unique way.
“But you were in danger, and we’ve talked about this. You brought me in to handle this situation for you, and you agreed to my rules. What’s my number one rule, baby?”
He’d been clear. He wanted her safe, wanted the investigation in his more experienced hands. “I obey you in the field. In my defense, I didn’t consider this to be the field. It’s my workplace.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Oh, he meant those. She shouldn’t have tried to be cute.
Still, she could feel her pussy slickening up, her body tightening in anticipation of what was to come.
“Every-fucking-where is the field right now.” His hand came down again, this time right in the middle of her ass, and he held it there as though he could keep the heat flowing. “He’s watching you. You threaten him.”
“I don’t threaten anyone.”
“Oh, yes, you do. You see what he wants you to see. If he saw through me, then I saw through him, too. There is a core of darkness to that man. He hates anything and everyone who could possibly take him off the mountain he’s built. He doesn’t want to be the boss. He wants to be the king, and that means controlling everyone and everything around him. It’s precisely why he fucks over all of his contractors. He enjoys fucking people over. I bet if I looked at his other companies, he screwed over some people who had stock options. He hates that he had to outbid Drew Lawless for you.”
She felt a flush go through her system. “I was doing what every man with my credentials would do.”
“I know, baby, and you deserve every single dollar you got, but it bugs him that he had to do it. I’m not sure if it’s because you’re a woman or if he would hate it coming from anyone, but he hates it. You have to be careful around him.”
She’d known the man for years, but she had to consider Deke’s words. And her own instincts. Hadn’t she always been the tiniest bit wary of Nolan, even in the beginning? She’d wanted to go with Lawless. She’d felt more comfortable with the man, but his company was located in Texas, and she hadn’t been ready to be so close to where Deke was. Then the stock options had made the offer more than she could turn down.
Had she let her guard down over the years?
“I’ll be more careful. I promise.” She could see the logic in Deke’s words. This was a one plus one equals two straightforward equation. If something was happening at Byrne, then Nolan was involved. No ifs, ands, or buts. She’d been reckless, and it had scared her lover.
Smack. Smack. Smack. “You have to or I swear I’ll tie you up and hide you away somewhere until I can fix this.”
“I promise.” She braced herself for another barrage.
He sighed and smoothed a hand over the very flesh he’d slapped. “See that you do.” His hand slipped lower, delving into her panties and making her squirm. “I don’t like how he talked about you this morning. Like I said, you’re on his radar. He definitely doesn’t like being dependent on someone to get into a place he feels he should be welcome.”
How could he sound so calm? Her heart was pounding as he slid a finger up and over her clitoris. He had so much power over her, and she suddenly needed to know she could do the same to him. Deke was a gorgeous man who’d spent years exploring his sexuality while she’d been locked up in a lab pushing her career forward. But she remembered what he used to like.
“Let me make it up to you.” She didn’t move from her position, not wanting to tempt the Dom in him to start the punishment all over again.
His hand stilled, and she would bet his whole body had, too. “How would you do that, baby?”
“I worried you today. Like I was anxious yesterday. You helped ease my tension. I can do the same for you.”
“Again, how would you do that? I’d like to hear you say it.”
He wanted her to talk dirty? She could do that. “I’ll get on my knees in front of you and I’ll lick and suck your cock. It’s your choice whether you come straight down my throat or order me to ride you. You can choose if your poor sub deserves any pleasure.”
A soft smack against her pussy brought her up on her toes. “Little brat. I’m going to the couch for this. I won’t be able to stand up straight for long when you put your mouth on me.”
The hand was gone and she felt her skirt drift to the backs of her thighs, and she pushed up from the desk. Her pussy might not be happy at the sudden change of attention, but everything else inside Maddie was looking forward to this encounter. How long had it been since she’d wanted to suck a man’s cock? Craved it? It was something she would do with a partner because it was an exchange of pleasures, but she genuinely wouldn’t care if Deke came down her throat. There would be a glory in that, too.
Deke sank back against the couch, his legs spreading wide to give her room.
He was so decadently gorgeous. He was the very picture of a Dom waiting for his sub to service him.
“Can I take my panties off now, please?”
He stared at her for a moment and then nodded.
She slowly dragged her skirt back up, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and easing them down her legs, kicking her shoes off. She might be willing to forgo her own orgasm, but she wasn’t going to put obstacles up against one either.
“Fuck, you are so sexy. Always have been,” Deke said softly, his hands working on the fly of his jeans.
She wasn’t about to argue that she’d been more awkward than sexy in high school because it didn’t matter. He saw her that way, would always remember her that way. The same way she remembered him being perfect right up to the moment he took the choice away from her.
She shoved that thought out of her mind. The moment—this one they were living right now—was all that mattered. The future would sort itself out, and they couldn’t go back to the past.
She shoved the panties into her bag because she got the feeling she wouldn’t be putting them back on for a long time. Her whole body going languid, Maddie moved into Deke’s space, dropping to her knees. He shifted, shoving the sides of his jeans down and exposing the boxers he wore. His cock was already long and thick, trying to get past the cotton underwear.
His cock had always fascinated her. Many a long evening had passed while she’d stroked him, adoring how he shuddered when she squeezed him just right. She eased his boxers down and brushed her fingers against the underside, tracing the big vein that ran up to his cockhead.
“Damn it, baby. That feels so good.” His eyes were on her, his hands at his sides like he didn’t trust himself not to take immediate control and force her to suck him.
He would eventually. He wouldn’t be able to help himself, but there was something thrilling about that, too. For now she would enjoy her control. Maddie cupped his balls, gently weighing them in her hand. They were big and heavy, and she loved the way they would draw up, ready to shoot off. She dragged her hand back up to the base of his cock and circled him with her fingers, getting a firm grip. Deke hissed, and she knew that sound. He was ready. She stroked him, watching as his head fell back.