Cuffs - Cara Lockwood Page 0,38
and again.
He reached around and found her clit with his finger, giving it a gentle flick, and felt her knees give way a little.
“This is your punishment,” he told her, and she moaned. The perfect punishment. Death by pleasure.
She cried out again as he kept the gentle touch on her clit, and then she came in a pained cry of release. He came, too, the pleasure so acute it almost felt painful as the orgasm racked his body. He collapsed on her back, panting.
“Now you will finish my tattoo.”
All she could do was nod her head once.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, and it was as if the spanking-foreplay-hot-desk-sex had never happened. Mags was once again all business, working on coloring in his tattoo as he lay in her leather chair in the little room, the dull late-fall sunlight barely penetrating. Gael was beginning to think maybe he’d imagined the whole quickie in her office—maybe it had just been some delusion.
Above, the bright overhead light washed everything in an unforgiving light, but Mags looked even more gorgeous than he remembered. Sharp brown eyes, heart-shaped face, features a little too delicate for her tough-girl persona that she wore like a protective cloak. Her bright blue streak was pulled back up in a hasty bun that threatened to unravel, despite the yellow pencil that seemed to keep it in place. He had a sudden urge to run his finger down the delicate slope of her chin as he watched the fine bones of her hands delicately work on coloring in the falcon on his arm. The pain was worse than the last time, but maybe it was because she seemed to be focused on one spot for a long time, the shading of the falcon’s upper wing.
His heart ticked up a notch, and he wondered if it was the fact that she had needles in his arm, or because she was so close to him that he could smell the faint whiff of her shampoo—something soft and sweet. Roses again. Definitely roses. He thought of the soft petals of the flower, how her skin had felt even softer beneath his hands. He wanted to inhale her, wanted to snuggle his nose into her neck and breathe in her skin. Then he shook himself. He didn’t have time to think about her or anyone else. Ava had surgery tomorrow. That was where his focus ought to be. Not on this Asian rebel woman and the fullness of her lip as she bit it in concentration.
“How’s it looking?” he asked, trying to peer down at his shoulder, but her head was in the way.
“Fine,” she said, voice toneless.
What the hell? Did he need to spank her again? He would, if necessary. Thinking about how wet it had made her sent a buzzing through his brain.
He winced as she seemed to really focus on that one small bit of skin, her needles merciless. But worse than that, as she bit her lower lip a little harder, he felt a twinge in his own groin. He wanted to bite that lip, too. Nibble at all her soft edges. He wasn’t sure what was worse: the tattoo or lying still while she touched him. That skintight V-neck didn’t help matters, either. He saw the pale slope of her breast from the corner of his eye. Remembered the softness of her body against his. How easily he’d made her groan. “How much longer?”
“Two hours. Maybe.”
Two hours. That was going to be a long time to lie with a hard-on, he thought, glaring at the ceiling. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’d had sex just minutes ago. Why was he all raring to go again? Normally women didn’t affect him like this—making him feel like he was a fourteen-year-old boy again, with zero control over his body.
Mags kept her face a perfect mask. If she was bothered by the close proximity, she didn’t let on. Hell, if she’d hated the sex in the office, she didn’t let on to that, either. Except he knew she hadn’t. He knew just how much her body had liked it. As he studied her face, he saw she was trying hard to appear as if she didn’t care he was lying there by her. And was it just his imagination, or was she trying to answer him in the briefest replies possible?
In fact, he got the distinct impression she’d rather he be anywhere but here. She was working on him, yes,