Page 249 of Trouble from Abroad
“Going to play shy, Miss Thorne? Pretend you don’t know how badly I want you? How tightly you’ve got me wound up?”
He leans in, heat curling through every word.
“Act innocent all you want. You’re not fooling me. You know damn well I applied for this…jobbecause I’ll do anything you want. I begged for the chance. But today, baby… is your turn to do the begging.”
Note to self: Buy the damn gag.
Backup plan: challenge Preston to make you come just from talking filth in your ear.
I’m starting to think that’s actually possible.
The loudbingannouncing we’ve arrived at our floor prevents me from testing that theory now.
But hey, we’ve got all day.
He pulls me out of the elevator, nearly dislocating my shoulder as he power-walks toward our room. He flings the door open, and I drift to the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the place. The photos didn’t do it justice.
I stare out, stunned. The view is ridiculous.
Behind me, I catch Pres hanging the Do Not Disturb sign, then locking the door with a quiet finality that sends ashiver down my spine.
He crosses the room in a flash. One arm slides around my waist, the other slips beneath my breasts and pulls me back into him. It’s not just heat. It’s gravity.
I close my eyes and melt into him. If we stopped here—no kiss, no bed, no anything—it would still be enough to make my day. Just this hug. Just this man.
“Look at the?—”
“I’m looking at what’s important,” he says again.
I glance back, and there he is, staring at me. Probably has been the whole time. Maybe seeing all of me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
preston
I kiss her neck,all the way up to her ear. “You ready to be an A-plus student today, Miss Thorne?”
“Yes, Doctor,” she moans, making it official. I have a doctor kink now. Only for her, but I have it.
“Get the list out of my pocket,” I whisper. “Read it out loud while my hands are busy. Be good for me, Mia. Help the teacher out. You’ll get your reward.”
“Read it out loud?” Her true shyness peeks through. I want none of that between us. So I give her reason to leave her comfort zone.
I tug her top free of her skirt and slip my hands underneath. Over full breasts, across lace. Her nipples are tight. I rub them, taking advantage of the added texture, and she presses harder into me.
“Unless you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.” Her head hits my shoulder, and the desperation in her voice sends pre-cum to the tip of my aching cock.
“Arms up, Miss Thorne.”
She follows without hesitation. I peel her top off, and gooseflesh races under my palms. But the uncertainty in her eyes gives me pause.
She needs a reminder.
“Who’s in charge here, Mia? Whose instructions am I following? Who am I here to serve?”
A ghost of a smile touches her lips. I’d never miss it.
