“You’d probably like that better than the truth,” he warned with a silky smile in his voice. “But keep going, and you’ll find out.”
He was yanking her chain. That’s all. Trying to scare her, and she wasn’t buying it for a minute.
Using all her body weight, Morgan lunged back, hoping to throw him off her so she could open the damn door and get on the other side of it.
With a rumble of laughter in his chest, Jack stepped back a mere fraction. “Go in. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Morgan hesitated. What if he wasn’t just toying with her? What the hell could he be hiding here? And did she really want to dig herself in any deeper than she was?
Shaking her head, she decided it had to be a diversionary tactic. He’d run after her too hard and stopped her too quickly not to have any interest in keeping her out.
“Bite me,” she hissed. “And back off.”
Jack just smiled as if he didn’t have a care in the world and gestured for her to step inside.
Refusing to admit any apprehension to what she might find, Morgan yanked on the knob and shoved the door open.
And she frowned as she ambled in, somehow both relieved and totally disappointed at once. “This is it?”
Shrugging, Jack tried to pull off an innocent expression. Morgan knew better. Jack was about as innocent as Lucifer at his hedonistic worst.
“Just a little office space where I do paperwork and keep a computer.”
She rounded on him. “Then why keep the damn door locked? There are no dead bodies. Trying to keep me away from the precious p**n on your computer?”
“Why would I waste time looking at pictures of other people f**king when I could be doing it myself?” He paced closer, sliding his finger along the slope of her jaw, then deviating course to rub the lightly calloused pad over her bottom lip. “With you.”
Morgan sucked in a breath, unable to look away from the scorching heat melting his dark chocolate eyes into something that epitomized sin. She didn’t tingle. His words didn’t tighten the knot of need growing in her belly by the second. Damn it, no! She didn’t respond to a man who wanted to subjugate her, to control her with orders and ropes and utter submission of her will.
She wasn’t depraved, as Andrew had hurled the slur at her. She had always been a “good girl,” as her mother had raised her to be.
“I’m not some blow-up doll here to do your bidding, oh arrogant one. You’re delusional.” Her voice shook as she said the words.
“I’m determined,” he corrected. “All that reluctant arousal and the tender flush that lights up your body—it’s nothing short of delicious. You fight it, cher, but when you give in…you’re like honey to sink into. Thick and hot and so damn sweet. Those catchy little moans at the back of your throat, the pretty way you finally ripple around my c**k when you’re on the verge of orgasm… Even the thought of you like that is like fire licking through my balls.”
“You just don’t know when to shut up, do you?”
“Sure, I do. When you’re shoved full of my c**k and are about to come so hard you scream the walls down.” He smiled, wicked, taunting—turning her legs to jelly.
Morgan drew in a steadying breath, determined to find someway—God, any way—to ignore him…and the wetness seeping out of her clenching vagina and drowning her thong.
“Dream on, sweetie. It’s not happening.”
“You mean, not again?” he clarified, crossing his arms over his chest.
It occurred to her then that Jack was blocking the exit. And his expression made it clear she wasn’t getting away until they’d hashed this out. Damn the man!
“Fine. You’ve shown that you’re an ass determined to get on my nerves and you have some little computer you like to lock up for reasons unknown. Now move so I can get out of here.”
“Actually, I think I’ve shown I’m a dominant determined to make a submissive in denial admit that she likes to be tied and f**ked until she can’t see straight. As for what’s in here…”
He cast his hot gaze across the room. It wasn’t until then that Morgan noticed the door in the corner hidden in shadow.
“Ah, you see the door now. There’s more beyond this space.” He didn’t elaborate. On purpose, she knew. He was testing her. Tantalizing her with the truth. Trying to arouse her curiosity as easily as he did her body. He’d definitely succeeded on the former. Damn him! She refused to think for an instant about the latter.
“So the dead bodies are in there?” she asked tartly, with a bravado she didn’t really feel.
“Something more sinful.” Jack stalked closer, the intent in his eyes to have her, to f**k her, blistering his eyes.