Page 82 of Obey

“Isn’t that, like, a work violation?” I whisper, but I don’t stop.

His eyes slide to mine, dark and full of intent. “HR has no jurisdiction over what happens in my home.” His grip flexes again. “And with the way you keep rubbing against me, I think professionalism is the least of your concerns right now.”

I should have something smart to say to that; I don’t.

By the time he carries me into the study and lowers me onto the desk, I’m more than aware of every point where his body is still touching mine, and the urge to close the distance between us is getting harder to ignore.

“You don’t even realize how much you want this, do you?” His thumb strokes slowly over my bottom lip. “You’ve been watching us. Wondering. Imagining.”

Nate’s gaze drops to the knot of the towel between us before coming back to mine.

“So here’s your chance, Sola. You can leave it tied and keep wondering.” His thumb presses lightly against my lips until they part, and I feel the faintest pressure against my tongue. “Or you can open it and find out exactly what happens next.”

The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.

He’s taken every question I’ve been trying not to ask for months and dangled the answers right in front of me, confident that curiosity will do the rest of the work for him.

And damn him; it does.

Keeping my eyes on his, I curl my tongue around his thumb and drag it slowly along the pad before closing my lips around him. The change in Nate is almost imperceptible, but I’m close enough to catch it; the slight flare of his nostrils as his fingers flex like he has to consciously stop himself from pushing deeper into my mouth.

At least I’m not the only one affected.

My fingers slowly work the knot loose and Nate watches every movement, patient and intent, until the towel slackens around me. His mouth curves, just enough to make my stomach dip, as he slips the digit from my mouth.

“Good girl.”

The praise lands somewhere embarrassingly deep. My shoulders ease, my chin lifts, and a stupid little spark of satisfaction blooms in my chest before I can smother it.

twenty

The First Lesson

“You’re enjoying this,” I accuse, trying to bring some heat to my tone and failing.

“Immensely.”

I narrow my eyes at him, which would probably have more impact if I weren’t half naked and sitting on his desk. Footsteps sound in the hallway before I can come up with a better comeback, and Nate glances toward the door.

“Perfect timing.”

Elias enters first, quiet and unreadable, his blond hair still damp and pushed back from his face. One slow glance sweeps the room, taking in me perched on top of the desk while Nate stands between my legs. Jace trails in behind him, sweatpants slung low on his hips and the last of his shower still clinging to his skin.

Then Elias shuts the door with a soft click and looks at Jace.

“Sit.”

Jace blinks at him. Then at the armchair near the bookcases. “Seriously?”

Elias doesn’t so much as shift. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

A muscle jumps in Jace’s jaw. For a second, he looks like he might push it. Then he mutters something under his breath and crosses the room, dropping into the chair with all the grace of a man being marched to his execution.

Nate circles the desk to stand behind me. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You broke the rules, Jace, so now you get a front-row seat while Elias and I play. You stay in that chair. If you move, we bring out the restraints.”

Jace’s mouth flattens, but he gives a tight nod. “Yes, Sir.”

Nate’s hand settles at my waist, his voice dropping as he leans in. “Now… where were we?”