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  This was different. She’d never been there with Landon. Nor had she been there for any other purpose but to run an errand. Were they really going to have sex?

  Landon remained silent while he parked the car, exited, rounded the front to let her out, and maneuvered her toward the elevator with a hand on the small of her back. He was still quiet on the ride to the fifteenth floor. However, this was a different kind of quiet. This time, he faced her, backed her against the wall, and cupped her neck with both hands. His gaze held hers. His body slowly pressed into her until she could feel his erection against her belly.

  Seconds ticked by. She could hear her own heartbeat.

  Finally, the elevator pinged their arrival.

  Chapter 5

  Clara stared at her connection to Landon where he held her hand as he led her to his apartment. His fingers were threaded intimately with hers.

  He opened the door, releasing her for only long enough to disarm and reset the alarm and hit the dimmer switch on the wall, bathing the living room in low light.

  The next thing she knew, he was flattening her to the door, his hands on her neck again. Finally, he spoke. “I’ve been an asshole for holding you back within the company for a long time. I know I’ve given you several raises, but you really deserve more. You’re capable of more. But I’m greedy. Or maybe I just like having you close.”

  She swallowed, unsure what he was getting at. “And now?”

  “Fuck it. I want more.”

  More… He wants more. Holy shit. She was still wrapping her mind around this unexpected development. It sounded like he was saying that he intended to toss his personal policy out the window and sleep with her anyway.

  She had to admit that made her nervous, but she also had wanted this for so long that she didn’t care right now if she got fired Monday morning or even quit. It would be worth it.

  He set his lips on the corner of her mouth and planted a gentle kiss before trailing a slow path to her neck.

  She moaned as she angled her head to one side, her nipples stiffening once again.

  “I started to realize I was taking a risk,” he murmured against her skin as he continued nibbling on her. “The longer I kept my feelings to myself, the higher the chances were that you would find someone else.”

  She grabbed his waist, threading her thumbs through his belt loops to hold on.

  “When I realized your meddling friend was setting people up all over the office, I got nervous. Seemed like divine intervention when I overheard Maddie. I was picturing myself covertly asking all around the office until I found out who she’d set you up with.” He licked her neck, making her shiver again, and then came back to center to face her, grinning. “Glad I didn’t have to do that. But then I was worried maybe you’d rather have spent the evening with Dylan.”

  “Why?”

  “He’s a great guy. He’s your age. He’s kind and funny and… Does it matter? I thought maybe either you liked him or Maddie thought you should. I didn’t care, though. I grew some balls and decided to take a risk.”

  She smiled at him. “I don’t even know Dylan.” It felt damn good to know Landon had been a little frantic worrying about another guy. “And he may be perfectly nice, but I never looked because I’ve been hung up on someone else for a long time.”

  “Please tell me you mean me.”

  She smiled broader and touched his waist. “Of course I mean you.”

  Finally, his face relaxed. Lord. She’d had no idea he felt this way.

  She mentally shook the fog from her brain. What the hell was she thinking? What a mess they’d gotten themselves into. She might have had the hots for him for two years, but she had definitely kept her distance from him because of it. She wasn’t stupid. She couldn’t enter into a relationship with her boss. It was out of the question. Even what they’d done so far was way across the line.

  She stiffened for a moment, ready to pull back, but when she focused on him again, saw the way he looked at her with a totally lust-drunk expression, she lost the ability to care about what wasn’t proper. She would face reality tomorrow. In the daylight.

  “I’m going to kiss you now,” he declared, searching her eyes to see if she would turn him down.

  She ran her tongue along her bottom lip.

  He growled and closed the distance, his entire body slamming into hers as he angled his head to one side and devoured her. He didn’t start light. He demanded entrance immediately, his tongue sliding in to tangle with hers.

  She melted and probably would have slid to the ground if he hadn’t been holding her against the door. He kissed her like a starving man who had craved this for far too long. She was so glad she wasn’t the only one. Apparently they were both going to throw caution to the wind tonight.

  After the longest, hottest kiss of her life, he released her neck and slid his hands down to hers. He was still nibbling on her lips as he grabbed her hands and yanked them over her head.

  She gasped as he circled both wrists with one hand and pressed them almost too high.

  “God, I love that sound.”

  “What sound?” she murmured.

  He met her gaze as he slid a knee between her thighs and pressed against her.

  She gasped again.

  His smile spread. “That one.” His free hand went to her waist and over her tube top until it rested below her heavy breast. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

  She shook her head, finding her voice. “No. Jesus, Landon. Don’t stop.”

  His eyes slid closed, and then his hand cupped her breast, squeezing it, molding it, weighing it. “I have wanted to touch these forever.”

  She had wanted the same thing for just as long. She writhed in his grip, wetness flooding her panties. The stupid leather pants were suddenly way too tight, rubbing against her and making her even more aroused.

  He managed to hold her relatively steady, though, which heightened her arousal by the second. As he stared at her, he slid his hand down her torso and then between his thigh to her sex, cupping her intimately and then grasping her harder.

  She gasped again, rising higher on her tiptoes. “Oh, God. Landon.” Her vision swam. Her head rolled to the side. So much sensation.

  “How long has it been since you were with someone?” he asked, his lips on her ear.

  She tried to breathe. “Since before we met,” she whispered, slightly embarrassed.

  He growled again. And then he released her sex to grab her chin. “Look at me.”

  She did, blinking.

  “That’s how long it’s been for me too. You ruined me for other women the day you started working for me. Lord knows I’ve tried. I’ve dated. But I couldn’t move past the first chaste date with anyone. So, this first time I’m not going to last.”

  She gulped. Jesus.

  “And you need to know one more thing, if you haven’t figured it out already.”

  “What’s that?” She could barely hear her own voice.

  “How much do you know about Dominance and submission?”

  She furrowed her brow, not quite sure what he meant. “Like BDSM? I mean, I know probably as much as the next romance book reader. Are you saying you’re a Dom?”

  “Yeah. Is that going to be a problem? I didn’t head to the bar tonight expecting to dominate you. Never crossed my mind. I can do vanilla, but you’re so amazingly submissive in my arms. It was unexpected. I gather you didn’t realize that about yourself, but I can teach you.”

  “You can teach me what?” she asked. How had she ever mistaken his quiet demeanor for hesitant? This man seemed to know exactly what he wanted. It was so hard to concentrate with her chest heaving, her sex soaking wet, his thigh pressing against her. She wanted him to shut up and kiss her again. Grab her breast. Get these damn pants off her. He could cut them off if needed.

  Another groan. He did that a lot. “Remember in the bar when you called me Sir and I told you not to do that in public?”

  She searched he
r mind. “Sort of.” She hadn’t known why he was referring to.

  “When you said that word, it lit me on fire.”

  “Sir?”

  He tightened his grasp on her wrists. “Fuck yes. You can do that any time you want when we’re alone. It makes me all kinds of hot. If you do it in public, however, you’ll be taking a risk. I can’t promise I won’t yank you into the nearest room and fuck you before you can take a breath.”

  She licked her lips again. How was it possible that everything he was saying made her hotter? Most of it didn’t even make sense to her, but she got the gist. He was going to dominate her like the men she’d read about in books.

  That was so hot.

  She took a risk, or perhaps it was more of a challenge. “Okay, Sir.”

  Chapter 6

  The breath whooshed out of her as Landon released her wrists, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her in the air. He settled her against him with his hands under her ass.

  She giggled as she wrapped her legs around him and clutched his shoulders. She didn’t look away as he rushed her from the room, down the short hallway, and into his bedroom.

  Her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness before he dropped her on the bed. He released her and disappeared. A second later, dim light filled the room just like it had in the main room, and he returned to her, pulling his T-shirt over his head and kicking off his shoes.

  Clara scooted back on the bed to make room for him. She wasn’t sure if she should undress, but she didn’t have time to decide because before she could have done anything about it, he was over her, his hands on her breasts, his lips on her mouth.

  Another all-consuming kiss scrambled her brain, while his hands learned her breasts, squeezing them almost painfully. Even though no one had ever handled her so roughly, she loved it. She’d never been this turned on. If this was his form of BDSM, she was all in.

  He yanked the tube top down over her breasts, leaving it bunched around her waist while he released her lips to trail kisses down her neck and then between the V of her black lace bra.

  Landon grabbed both her boobs with his hands and pressed them together as he licked between them. “God, these are sexy.” His hands slid to her sides and then under her, making her arch her chest forward so he could get to the clasp of her bra.

  When her breasts popped free, she shivered. She planted her hands on his biceps, unable to decide what else to do with them. She wanted to explore his chest and cup his ass and so many other things, but she couldn’t think or command her hands to do anything while he tortured her with his palms and mouth.

  His lip surrounded a nipple and sucked hard.

  She cried out.

  He pinched the other nipple a second later. She arched again. The slight sting of pain drove her arousal higher. She was certain her panties were soaked. Her clit was also rubbing against the seam of her tight pants.

  She squirmed, needing more, digging her fingers into his biceps.

  He released her nipple with a pop and lifted his head to meet her gaze. “I need to taste you.”

  Isn’t that what you are doing? Light bulbs went off. She bit her lower lip. “Oh.”

  He shook his head, almost chuckling. “You are precious.” He scooted down the bed, his hands easily releasing the button and then the zipper of her tight leather pants.

  Finally, he slid off the end of the bed and stood to grab her ankle and work the tiny buckle on her red heel. He freed first one and then the other, dropping them on the floor. His gaze went to hers. “I love those shoes, and if they weren’t in the way of getting these pants off, I would leave them on.”

  She bit her lip harder, nodding, coming up on her elbows to watch him tug the pants and tube top off her body.

  Left only in the black lace thong that matched her bra, she felt more exposed than she had in forever. She drew her knees together, but Landon wasn’t having it. He grabbed her ankles, tugged her closer to the side of the bed, and stared at her body. His gaze traveled up and down slowly, smoldering.

  She shifted her gaze to his chest, admiring it for the first time. For two years she’d wondered what it might look like. Now she knew. It was as she visualized too. Dark tan like the rest of him. Dusky nipples surrounded by only a few hairs. Six-pack abs she was certain would be there considering how often the man went to the gym before work.

  Where he was hard, she was soft. The gym wasn’t really her thing. If the way he was looking at her was any indication, he didn’t care. Her skin was pale in contrast to his. And she couldn’t possibly be considered firm. Nothing about her was firm.

  Landon tucked his fingers in the top of her thong and dragged it down her legs before dropping it on the floor behind him. His gaze set her on fire the way it roamed over her body. His hand smoothed up her legs from her ankles to her knees. When he pressed them open, she let him.

  As he lifted her knees higher and pushed them even wider, she couldn’t support herself with her elbows anymore. She dropped onto her back. Watching him stare at her was too much.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice reverent and deep. His hands smoothed up her thighs. The moment he parted her lower lips with his fingers, she whimpered and fisted the sheets at her sides. She had never been this aroused in her life.

  “Jesus, Clara, you take my breath away.”

  She bit her lower lip again, trying not to think about him staring at her. It was unnerving.

  Instead of touching her directly, he released her lips and slid his palms up her body to cup her breasts again. “You’re embarrassed.”

  She met his gaze finally. “You’re intense.”

  He smiled. “Baby, I’m about to get a lot more intense. You want to watch or you want me to blindfold you?”

  Her mouth fell open, and renewed wetness leaked from her core. Blindfold?

  He chuckled. “Precious. So fucking precious. Don’t move.”

  Where would she go? She watched as he let go of her breasts and reached for the nightstand. He dropped several things next to her, but she didn’t look. What mattered was that he indeed held up a black blindfold. “Trust me?”

  “Yes.” Implicitly.

  He leaned over her and covered her eyes with the obscuring fabric. “Lift your head for a moment.” When she did, he tied it behind her and then gently settled her head back down. “It’ll heighten everything I do.”

  She nodded.

  He cupped her face and kissed her lips, gently this time. Then he whispered against them. “I have a few questions.”

  “Okay.”

  “I just want to know what your experiences are, so I know what I’m working with.”

  “Okay.” This would be a short question-and-answer session.

  “You said it’s been a few years, so I’m going to assume you’re not a virgin.”

  “Right.” It was weird having a conversation with someone she couldn’t see.

  “Have you ever been blindfolded?”

  “No.”

  “Have you ever been restrained?” As he asked, he grabbed both her wrists and pressed them against the bed at her sides.

  “No.” She shook her head.

  “But both things intrigue you.”

  “Yes.”

  “Have you given a blowjob?”

  “A few.” It had been a long time. She hadn’t been with anyone worthwhile in many years.

  “Have you received oral?”

  She swallowed. “No.” Her legs were shaking again.

  He blew out a slow breath. “So, you’ve never had good sex with anyone worth a damn,” he stated more than asked.

  She didn’t respond. He was right.

  “Have you had an orgasm during sex?”

  She shook her head. This was getting embarrassing.

  “Have you had an orgasm at all? Do you masturbate?”

  Now she was shivering. This was so intimate.

  He tugged her body closer to the edge of the bed and leaned over her, his torso pre
ssing her legs wide, his lips landing near her ear. “I swear that’s my last question. Can you bring yourself to orgasm, Clara?” His hands were on her neck, caressing her skin.

  “Yes,” she breathed. He was so intense. Every inch of her skin was electrified just listening to him.

  With his lips hovering above hers, he said, “I’m going to fuck your pussy with my mouth so hard that you lose track of how many times you come, and then I’m going to slide into you. My cock is so stiff already that I’m going to last about ten seconds after watching you writhe on my bed.”

  Her head as spinning. Every word was so distinct. He left no doubt as to his intentions. “Yes, Sir.”

  He was growling again as he dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He flicked it over and over with his tongue.

  Clara reached for his shoulders and dug her fingers in again.

  Landon ignored her, treated the other nipple to the same, and then trailed his tongue down her belly toward her sex. His hands landed on her thighs again, pressing them so wide she gasped.

  When his breath hit her sex, followed by a slow inhale, she whimpered.

  “I don’t want to restrain you with ropes or any other tools this time, Clara. I think it would be too much. But I’m going to hold you down so you can’t wiggle out of my grasp. If I do anything that makes your uncomfortable, tell me to stop and I will. Immediately.” His grasp on her was firm.

  She could barely move. Her fingers were sore from gripping his shoulders. And then all thought fled the room when he lowered his mouth and sucked her clit between his lips. She cried out.

  Landon sucked harder and then flicked his tongue over the swollen nub just as he’d done to her nipples.

  She would have thrashed right off the bed if he hadn’t been holding her down. She wasn’t sure if she pushed on his shoulders or tried to pull him closer, but it didn’t affect him. He seemed impervious to her grip.

  His fingers parted her lips again, but she could only concentrate on the way his tongue was driving her mad. She moaned, tipping her head back and gasping for oxygen at the same time.

  Her legs shook. He sucked again and then flicked his tongue faster. She wasn’t immune to the sensation of coming, but God, this was so fast. She was a little freaked out by his ability to pull her so close to the edge in seconds.