Page 108 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
A rumbling laugh escaped me as I met her gaze. “That was the furthest thing from my mind.”
I remembered how gentle her hands had been last night, how easily she’d coerced me out of my clothes while we chatted. I’d never experienced role playing, but Clarissa had managed it well.
“Was it?” she questioned, her eyes still flat despite the small smile on her face.
I took a step closer, unable to help myself. “Actually, it was.”
Reaching up, I cupped her face. Our interactions last night weighed heavily on my mind. I wanted to get back to that place. Back when the two of them hadn’t been in performance mode. That was the only way I could think about it. It was as though they were acting their parts and I was the audience, merely trying to understand who was who and what they were doing.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked, keeping my eyes locked with hers.
She seemed to consider the question, her eyes roaming over my face before briefly glancing at the door.
“I’m sure we’ve got time,” I told her, turning her head back so she was facing me. I let my eyes drop to her lips, showing her my interest.
“I’d like that.”
Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers. It should’ve been weird, considering the entire situation was weird. This wasn’t exactly a relaxed environment. Certainly not the go-with-the-flow you experienced on a date. It was choreographed with an end goal in mind. And I was having a difficult time remembering that. Especially when her lips brushed mine. The satiny-soft feel was so damn sweet. The way she allowed my tongue to delve inside, exploring leisurely.
When her cool fingers slid over my abs, I pulled back, breathing in deep. Her eyes never left mine, even as she deftly unfastened the leather pants.
Well, it appeared she was getting down to business.
The next thing I knew, Clarissa was kissing me again. Or maybe I was kissing her. I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t stop, sliding my hand behind her head and holding her close as she pushed my pants down to my hips. I knew she was doing what she’d been instructed to do, but I damn sure wasn’t going to allow this to be clinical. The woman was undressing me. There was nothing clinical about it.
Rather than force my pants off, Clarissa surprised me when her hands wandered over my back, holding tight as our mouths continued their deep exploration. From what I could tell, it was the first time she’d relaxed since she had walked in the door. She sighed and moaned, every single sound making my cock harder. The damn thing was pressed against her, that corset the only thing keeping us from being skin to skin. I was anxious for Master to return, but this was good, too.
The next time we broke for air, Clarissa shocked me as she went to her knees, then relieved me of those pesky leather pants. My breath lodged in my chest as I stood there, staring down at her, wishing like hell those sweet lips were wrapped around my cock.
I was primed and ready, but I knew this was merely the beginning. While my brain wanted to believe this was a natural progression, an intimate moment between two people who had a physical connection that couldn’t be ignored, I knew it wasn’t. Clarissa knew it wasn’t, which was evident in the way she held herself, waiting with bated breath for instructions on what to do next.
We were in a club, and someone else controlled our pleasure. This wasn’t her bedroom or mine. We hadn’t ended up here because Fate willed it. If this were a date, I would be taking my time with her. Wining and dining was more my forte.
Then again, the relationships I’d had never panned out. I was always relegated to the friendship category, deemed the nice guy. Yeah, I was a nice guy. I could never dominate a woman the way Master did. It didn’t come naturally for me. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to ensure she enjoyed her time with me.
The sound of the doorknob turning had my head jerking up. Master’s handsome face appeared—still etched with the same tension he’d had all day—and he was carrying a black leather bag.
“Sorry it took so long. We had an issue I had to deal with.”
Long? It felt like he was only gone a few seconds.
“This is a damn nice sight to walk in on, though,” he said, his gaze sliding down my body and coming to rest on Clarissa, who was still kneeling in front of me.
Master set his bag on the night table beside the bed, then walked over and opened the file folder Clarissa had left on the counter.
The room was set up like a typical bedroom. Lamps, nightstands, a large king-sized bed. Not nearly as intimidating as the dungeon had been. There were no bright lights, no one standing around watching. Despite the fact that was supposedly a two-way mirror, it felt intimate.
