“Here.” Chris tapped some icons on his phone. “I downloaded the photo from my pen camera. Here.”
Bob Thorp laughed. “You and your spy shit,” he said, taking the phone. “Oh, baby… she’s fine. No makeup, no fancy clothes, and she still blows you away. Leave it to Dominic to find her.”
“It’s not as though he hasn’t been checking out female perfection around the globe both before and after his marriage. His percentages were good he’d find something he liked.”
“To the tune of what?”
“Half.”
Bob’s eyes bulged out like a cartoon character’s. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Uh-uh. Half. Signed, sealed, delivered.”
“Jesus, she must be good in the sack.”
“Don’t ever say that to him. The guy’s serious about her.”
“Yeah, I got that.”
TWENTY-TWO
You have no discretion,” Dominic muttered after the door closed on the attorney.
“You of all people complaining. Considering your attorney drafted that contract”—she lifted her brows—“what’s the point?” She held out her hands, displaying the cuff bracelets. “Speaking of discretion, you didn’t seem to care about these. Because you like this don’t you?”
He smiled. “Very much.”
“So who’s indiscreet now?”
He dipped his head. “Agreed.”
She made a check with her finger in the air. “Won that one.”
He laughed. “You like to win, don’t you?”
“Damn right. You do too. Yin, yang, never a dull moment. That’s why—”
“Katherine.”
“What?”
“Come here.”
She shot a quick glance at the door. “Patty might come in.”
“She won’t.”
“How do you know?” But her voice trembled.
“I know. Now get up and walk over here.”
Their eyes met.
“Slowly,” he said, his voice serene, his arm resting on the table, his fingers lightly placed on the contract they had just signed… as though to remind her that her addiction had become legal. To remind her of his incredible power over her.
Dominic’s dispassionate voice banished objections and dignity, firm beliefs and any reference to reality. He had only to speak in that soft, lazy tone, look at her with lust in the unfiltered blue of his eyes, expect obedience, and she was instantly wet, her nipples peaked, her sex pulsing in welcome.
Drained of all emotion, save a vast and unconstrained longing.
She stood.
He slowly swung around in his chair, spread his legs, and watched in silence as she walked across the small space separating them. When she came to a stop before him, he looked up from under the dark fringe of his lashes and surveyed her breasts, his gaze fixed and cool. “You’re obscenely easy to arouse, Katherine. I’ve never seen anyone who needs sex as much as you. Your nipples are stiff in seconds.” His gaze slowly lifted and a small moment of time unraveled. “Take off your T-shirt. I want to see my tits.”
As she pulled off her shirt, he put out his hand.
She dropped the T-shirt in his open palm, and he let it fall to the carpet without taking his eyes off her.
“Touch your nipples for me.” His voice sharpened slightly. “Now, Katherine. Do it now.”
“Sorry,” she whispered, focused on the liquid heat shimmering between her legs, on the flutter of arousal spiking through her body.
“Did you hear what I said?” His voice was rough.
She moved then, prompted by the harshness of his tone. She took her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, gently squeezed.
“Harder.”
She tightened her grip, felt the tissue yield, shut her eyes against the spiraling pleasure streaking downward, hot and lush, primitive in its untrammeled beauty. And softly moaned.
“Harder,” he ordered quietly.
She increased the pressure, compressing her sensitive flesh, and felt searing desire leap inside her. White-hot lust flared through her body, wildly beating at her brain, and she gasped. With her eyes shut, she whispered, “I need you.”
“Are you sure?” he murmured. “Or can anyone fuck you when you’re this horny? Do you really care whose dick it is, baby?” He leaned forward, grasping her wrists in a viselike grip. “Do you?” he growled.
His low growl, his savage grip, required a response. Even distracted by a building hysteria she understood. Breathless, fevered, she forced her eyes open, struggling to answer a question she’d hadn’t fully heard. Finally she replied in blanket assent. “Whatever you want, Dominic.”
Aware of her dilemma, he smiled faintly, his hands fell away, and he leaned back in his chair. “That’ll do,” he said. He flicked one finger. “Resume.”
Incomprehensively, the single word was as potent as the hard thrust of a cock plunging deep inside her. She shuddered as a lurid jolt mauled her senses and her body slavishly opened, eager and willing.
“Jesus, Katherine.” His voice was soft as silk, amused. “Do you even know I’m here?”
“How could I not?” Her voice was low and lush, her heated gaze on the only man who made her helpless with longing, who could make her do anything for the pleasure he offered. Then she gripped her nipples, slowly pulled on them until they were stretched taut. “Could you help me?” she said on a caught breath, turning left, then right, offering him an unlimited view. “I can’t… reach them with my mouth… but you could.”
Bob Thorp laughed. “You and your spy shit,” he said, taking the phone. “Oh, baby… she’s fine. No makeup, no fancy clothes, and she still blows you away. Leave it to Dominic to find her.”
“It’s not as though he hasn’t been checking out female perfection around the globe both before and after his marriage. His percentages were good he’d find something he liked.”
“To the tune of what?”
“Half.”
Bob’s eyes bulged out like a cartoon character’s. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Uh-uh. Half. Signed, sealed, delivered.”
“Jesus, she must be good in the sack.”
“Don’t ever say that to him. The guy’s serious about her.”
“Yeah, I got that.”
TWENTY-TWO
You have no discretion,” Dominic muttered after the door closed on the attorney.
“You of all people complaining. Considering your attorney drafted that contract”—she lifted her brows—“what’s the point?” She held out her hands, displaying the cuff bracelets. “Speaking of discretion, you didn’t seem to care about these. Because you like this don’t you?”
He smiled. “Very much.”
“So who’s indiscreet now?”
He dipped his head. “Agreed.”
She made a check with her finger in the air. “Won that one.”
He laughed. “You like to win, don’t you?”
“Damn right. You do too. Yin, yang, never a dull moment. That’s why—”
“Katherine.”
“What?”
“Come here.”
She shot a quick glance at the door. “Patty might come in.”
“She won’t.”
“How do you know?” But her voice trembled.
“I know. Now get up and walk over here.”
Their eyes met.
“Slowly,” he said, his voice serene, his arm resting on the table, his fingers lightly placed on the contract they had just signed… as though to remind her that her addiction had become legal. To remind her of his incredible power over her.
Dominic’s dispassionate voice banished objections and dignity, firm beliefs and any reference to reality. He had only to speak in that soft, lazy tone, look at her with lust in the unfiltered blue of his eyes, expect obedience, and she was instantly wet, her nipples peaked, her sex pulsing in welcome.
Drained of all emotion, save a vast and unconstrained longing.
She stood.
He slowly swung around in his chair, spread his legs, and watched in silence as she walked across the small space separating them. When she came to a stop before him, he looked up from under the dark fringe of his lashes and surveyed her breasts, his gaze fixed and cool. “You’re obscenely easy to arouse, Katherine. I’ve never seen anyone who needs sex as much as you. Your nipples are stiff in seconds.” His gaze slowly lifted and a small moment of time unraveled. “Take off your T-shirt. I want to see my tits.”
As she pulled off her shirt, he put out his hand.
She dropped the T-shirt in his open palm, and he let it fall to the carpet without taking his eyes off her.
“Touch your nipples for me.” His voice sharpened slightly. “Now, Katherine. Do it now.”
“Sorry,” she whispered, focused on the liquid heat shimmering between her legs, on the flutter of arousal spiking through her body.
“Did you hear what I said?” His voice was rough.
She moved then, prompted by the harshness of his tone. She took her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, gently squeezed.
“Harder.”
She tightened her grip, felt the tissue yield, shut her eyes against the spiraling pleasure streaking downward, hot and lush, primitive in its untrammeled beauty. And softly moaned.
“Harder,” he ordered quietly.
She increased the pressure, compressing her sensitive flesh, and felt searing desire leap inside her. White-hot lust flared through her body, wildly beating at her brain, and she gasped. With her eyes shut, she whispered, “I need you.”
“Are you sure?” he murmured. “Or can anyone fuck you when you’re this horny? Do you really care whose dick it is, baby?” He leaned forward, grasping her wrists in a viselike grip. “Do you?” he growled.
His low growl, his savage grip, required a response. Even distracted by a building hysteria she understood. Breathless, fevered, she forced her eyes open, struggling to answer a question she’d hadn’t fully heard. Finally she replied in blanket assent. “Whatever you want, Dominic.”
Aware of her dilemma, he smiled faintly, his hands fell away, and he leaned back in his chair. “That’ll do,” he said. He flicked one finger. “Resume.”
Incomprehensively, the single word was as potent as the hard thrust of a cock plunging deep inside her. She shuddered as a lurid jolt mauled her senses and her body slavishly opened, eager and willing.
“Jesus, Katherine.” His voice was soft as silk, amused. “Do you even know I’m here?”
“How could I not?” Her voice was low and lush, her heated gaze on the only man who made her helpless with longing, who could make her do anything for the pleasure he offered. Then she gripped her nipples, slowly pulled on them until they were stretched taut. “Could you help me?” she said on a caught breath, turning left, then right, offering him an unlimited view. “I can’t… reach them with my mouth… but you could.”
