Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,41

appeal.”

“Planned or by surprise?”

“Either,” she pants. “No, surprise.”

I don’t fight the smile that spreads across my face.

“You’re fucking perfect. You know that, right?”

She leans her face into my palm when I reach up to caress her cheek.

“I’m wet,” she whispers. “So wet.”

“I know, baby, and I love that you can tell me that out loud.” I pull my hand away because the conversation isn’t quite over. “Safeword?”

“Zero-day,” she answers, and I love that she’s using a computer-software vulnerability.

“That’s perfect. Now I need to get you home.”

“Yes,” she pants, and I’m going to absolutely hate walking away from her tonight.

The driver, a man worth his salt in gold, immediately makes the next right, pulling up in front of our building. Whitney seems unsure on her feet as she climbs out of the car, and her stability doesn’t get much better on the walk through the lobby to the elevator.

“Are you slick?” I whisper in her ear as we climb into the elevator with another couple.

She squeaks, her eyes darting around, but she doesn’t answer.

“Are you a brat?” I ask, reading her reaction for what it is.

If she was as wet as she claimed in the car, her thighs would be shiny with her arousal. The only way she wouldn’t be is if she disobeyed my command to leave the panties at home.

She looks up at me, bright eyes blinking as she nods.

A wicked grin tugs at the corners of my mouth. The other couple get off on the fourth floor, leaving us alone for the rest of the ride up. Taking a step away, I rest my hands on the bar at my back while she watches me with wide eyes.

“Do you disobey often?”

She nods again, the flush returning to her cheeks.

“I like that.”

“You do?”

I nod. “Your challenges make me hard.”

Her eyes dart to the front of my slacks where I’m making no move to hide my straining erection.

“Take them off.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Slowly.” She reaches for the hem of her dress, ready to pull it up to access her panties. “With modesty.”

Her eyes drop as she works her hands under her dress, tugging down the black lace until they pool at her feet.

“Hand them to me.”

She bends, pulling the sexy lingerie from one sandaled foot then the other before closing the distance between us. She doesn’t ball them up or even bother to hide the gleaming wet spot in the middle. With them hanging from one finger, she passes them over. Keeping my eyes on hers, I shove them in my pocket.

“How do you like to be punished?”

Her eyes gleam with mischief. “Orgasms.”

“Is that so?” Despite my raging boner and how turned on I can see she is, it’s difficult to keep a laugh from bubbling out of my throat.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be punished for disobeying me?” Her head nods nearly violently before I can finish the sentence.

The elevator dings our arrival, and she jolts with the noise. I’m certain she’s ready for everything I have to offer until I notice her hand shaking as she lifts her key to the lock.

“Whitney?” She startles when I press my hands to the tops of her shoulders. “Look at me.”

She’s close, but she’s not ready. I can see it in her eyes.

“I’m going to kiss you. While my lips are on yours, I’m going to reach under your skirt and touch you.” The fear she was showing disappears, arousal taking its place. “When you come, you’re going to say my name.”

“Please,” she pants, widening her stance before I can even lower my mouth to hers.

That one plea wipes every ounce of caution from my being. Her mouth is hot and wet, her pussy when my fingers find her delicate flesh is even hotter, even wetter.

We groan in each other’s mouths, my cock a throbbing iron bar against her stomach. Jesus, fifteen seconds in, and she’s already fluttering around my fingers. I shouldn’t be surprised. The foreplay started the second I saw her tonight, only taking a break while we ate and talked before roaring back to life the minute we climbed back into the car. Just the grip of her tightness on my fingers is almost enough to make me blow in my pants.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise when her hips begin to move against my hand. “Take it.”

She whimpers, and I know I’ve hit one of her musts. She wants to hear me, wants to know when she’s pleasing me. There will be times when moving will be a violation of my