Page 27 of Wicked Takeover
He carried her inside his workstation, a detour she hadn’t expected, and kicked the door closed. Metal clacked against metal.
He’d thrown the lock.
Her heart beat triple time.
Dante set Lauren on her feet.
Unsteady, she staggered back.
He gripped her wrist to keep her from falling and stared at her. Unmasked delight and pure wonder filled his face.
This was really happening. The truth was so welcome and outrageous that the room lurched.
Dizzy, Lauren lowered her face.
Dante stroked her wrist. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
She’d never be that way again, not after knowing him. Thankfully, she’d have some dynamite memories once this was over, which it would be. Guys like him never ended up with women like her. That alone should have had her bolting for the exit. But if she did, this moment would be over. And she wouldn’t give up this experience for anything. She would take what he had to offer, and when he finally moved on, she’d always have the memory. It would be enough. It had to be. She answered his question with a nod.
Dante released her wrist.
She immediately missed his touch and warmth. Wanting both back, she summoned up her courage and said, “I’m ready for anything. Bring. It. On.”
“Oh yeah?” His smile turned wolfish. “Get naked.”
Shocking heat hit Lauren harder than a slap. She was sure her face and throat flushed scarlet.
If Dante noticed, he didn’t let on. He lifted his eyebrows. “Now.”
She tried to swallow but couldn’t. The spit in her mouth had dried up.
Dante propped one shoulder against the door and waited for what Lauren guessed was her coming striptease.
Painfully aware of her physical shortcomings, she offered a better suggestion. “We’ll undress together.” Couldn’t take him long. He wore nothing except a tee, jeans, possibly briefs, and sandals. His long toes were incredible.
“Uh-uh.” He undressed her with his eyes, loitering on her boobs and mound. “In here—in this—you’re no longer my boss.”
She didn’t want to be. “Fine. Go for it.”
“I intend to, and you’ll obey. Trust me, you don’t want to be bad.”
Her legs went watery. “Why?”
“You tell me.”
She made a wild guess. “You’ll discipline me?”
He couldn’t have looked more ready or willing. “You like spanking?”
With him, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t love. The few guys she’d hooked up with had never wanted her as Dante seemed to. “You bet.”
He smiled lazily. “This is going to be fun.”
Lauren had no doubt. For more than two weeks, she’d fantasized about him spanking her. Still, she didn’t want to come off as being too easy. Hell, she wanted to play with him as he did with her. “That’s if I say yes. What if I say no?”
He regarded her closely. Shameless lust flared in his eyes, revealing his naked need. Beneath it, mischief flashed and added to his irresistible charm.
The Cuban piece ended. Muted trumpets replaced it. The throaty strains encouraged base pleasure.
