Page 119 of Obey

“Oh, Sola,” he scolds lightly before placing a kiss on my lips. “It’s much too late for that.”

Pressing my face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of ink and his skin as two distinct rhythms ignite against my center—one a deep, insistent thrum, the other a fluttering pulse.

Nate pushes his glasses up with one knuckle, eyes tracking the text. “Clause twenty-one is vague,” he murmurs, pen scratching a swift correction in the margin. “We should look that over later.”

A sudden surge from the toy arches my back. “You’re really—ah—working right now?”

His thumb brushes the screen without looking. The buzzing intensifies, climbing. “You cleared my schedule. I’m filling it,” he says calmly. “The contracts don’t care that you’re being a brat.”

My thighs clench around his hips as the sensation crests—almost there, almost—

It cuts off abruptly. The silence is a vacuum.

Heels click past the fogged glass, and I freeze. Nate doesn’t even seem bothered; he just keeps working, and once we’re in the clear, his thumb moves again; the toy rumbles to life, higher now, relentless, as he turns a page. Makes a note. Signs.

A squeal escapes me as the part against my clit turns into a sucking motion. “Nate! I-I need—” I choke on the rest of the sentence, clutching him tighter. “Please.”

“Shh, baby,” he says softly, not looking up. “I’m working.”

Then his fingers are at my blouse, deftly undoing each button without his gaze leaving the document. The fabric falls open. He finds the front clasp of my bra and releases it with a practiced flick.

Light glints off the opals in my piercings.

“You changed them.” His eyes linger on the sunburst settings before he lowers his head and drags his tongue slowly over one tight nipple. “They suit you.”

My hands sink into his hair as my hips rock involuntarily. His free hand slides to my ass, pressing me down against the hard ridge beneath his slacks. A whimper catches in my throat as he tugs my blouse wider and adds another note to the contract.

“Multitasking is such an underrated art,” he says against my collarbone, his tongue tracing a slow path up my neck. The vibration between my thighs surges again, stealing whatever concentration I had left.

“Please, Sir.” My voice barely rises above a whisper.

Nate’s hand tightens, stilling my desperate movement. “Not yet.”

I bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out as the toy pulses harder, the dual rhythm making it impossible to focus on anything but the building pressure.

“Nate.” I curl my fingers around the back of his neck. “Please.”

“Baby, you should have known clearing my calendar would only create a vacancy I intended to fill.” He turns the page like I’m not unraveling on top of him. “My time is always accounted for, Sola.”

The toy cuts off again, leaving a hollow ache. He tilts my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “All that attitude, and here you are. And I haven’t even turned it past seven.”

Then he does.

It isn’t vibration anymore—it’s a targeted, percussive thrum against my clit, so intense my vision blurs. My hips buck against his restraining hand. “You don’t decide when,” he says, his thumb stroking my hip in a mockery of comfort. “I do.”

He bites lightly just above my breast, and I gasp. “You’ll stay right here until I say otherwise.”

I’m so close to begging again when the door chime sounds, signaling that someone just badged in. Elias stands in the doorway, hair half up today and shoulders broad beneath a grey Henley. He takes in Nate’s hand on my hip, my blouse hanging open, and he doesn’t even blink.

“Impeccable timing,” he says as the door seals shut behind him.

“Just finishing some paperwork,” Nate replies, rocking me gently against him. “What is it?”

“Stress-test results.” Elias’s tone is all business. “Battery life’s solid at twelve hours. But the silicone seam—”

Nate shifts the pattern without warning; a choked sound escapes me, and I try to shift away, but a stinging slap lands on my ass, keeping me planted firmly in his lap.

“Stay still,” Nate murmurs against my ear. “Unless you’d like me to turn it off entirely.”