Authors: Lynn Richards
That
was what she wanted in her life.
Excitement.
Her attention went back to the dance floor wher
e
Gideon was dancing with
Tara Pierce. Supposedly she and Noah Gre
yson were an item, but you coul
d
n
’t prove it with
t
h
e way she was dancing with
Gide
on. To be such a
quiet
man, he
h
a
d some killer moves on the dance floor.
Oh, what she wouldn’t do to be the one dancing with
h
im now. Of course,
she’d
really like to be
doing
the
horizontal
limbo with him.
Face it
Daisy
Lambert, you just want
to fuck the man.
D
eep down she knew was probably
a
nympho
. All she thought about was sex. Sex with Gideon. Any way he wanted it.
She shivered and her pussy creamed. The stories she had h
eard about the three attorneys were enough t
o
make any woman’s panties wet. And s
he knew Gideon was friends with Mike and he’d spent time with the others. Rumor was Quint was the
d
om
of the group and
Noah was just a great lover, very little kink. Mike was the dark horse. And Gideon? What did Gideon like?
Spanking, bondage, submissio
n, dominance? All of the above?
Which ones would she be willing to do for him? Spanking. Check. Bondage? Check. Submission check. Dominance? Double check. She didn’t know if it had to do with her body image issues or not, but she wanted a man to tell her what to do and how to do it in bed. Of course, that desire
might just rise from the fact she wanted a man to prove
he wanted her.
Being overweight made you less likely to trust a man when they
d
id express in
terest. You always asked yourself
why.
“What put that look on your face, Ms. Lambert?” Gideon’s voice sounded behind her.
Shit. When had
he
quit dancing with
Tara
?
And what look was he referring to? The
hint of sadness she knew crossed her face whenever she thought about relationships or the craving when she thought about submitting to a man. To him.
“What look is that, Mr
. Sinclair?”
“Dance with me.” Before she could decline – yeah, like she was going to do that – he to
ok her hand and spun her
into his arms.
He held her lightly for se
veral minutes before drawing her closer. Dear G
od did that feel good. Before she could stop herself, she stepped even closer.
“I didn’t watch.”
“What?”
“During the case with Mike and Beth Ann. I didn’t watch.”
“You didn’t watch them
do what? I find it
hard to believe that you didn’t
watch out for your partner and a kidnapped civilian, A
gent Sinclair.”
He glared down at her. “Of course, I had my partner’s back.”
“I know.” She glared back.
“
I’m
not the one who said you didn’t.
You
said you didn’t watch
.”
He spun her away from him and just as quickly back into his arms.
She gasped as she landed against his chest.
He didn’t even see
m
to feel the weight of her body. Something for which she was very thankful.
“I didn’t watch when Mike fi
n
g
er
ed Beth Ann.”
Daisy stopped dancing. “What!”
He simply started dancing again, taking her with him. Her legs moved by rote. What had the man just confessed? And why? Her face flushed and somewhat surprisingly her pussy creamed. What would it be like to have Gideon pleasure her in front of someone? She’d never thought of that
scenario
before
.
“Is your pu
ssy wet, Daisy? Does the thought of me taking you in front of s
omeone turn you on?” Gideon
bowed his
head, his mouth against her ear. “Does the thought of being tied up and completely at a man’s mercy make your sweet
little
pussy spasm? Do you
fantasize
behind that de
sk of yours, imaging the men lin
ing up to have their turn.
To take you as hard and fast they wanted?”
He licked her
ear.
“O
r as slow and deep as they can
get?”
Another lick.
“Man, after man, after man.”
He spun her around again. This time she stumbled as she stepped back in his arms.
“Mmm, I can almost taste it, Daisy. I can almost taste the sweet cream of your pussy.”
She shuddered, a jumbled mass of thoughts and feelings. And sensations. “Why did you tell me that?”
she asked, referring to his
confession
about Mike and Beth Ann. She couldn’t cope with the images he’d invoked.
“Mike’s my friend and I hope to have a long relationship with him. And Beth Ann. If we’d kept it from you, you would have eventually found out. Hell, Beth still blushes when I tease her about it.”
He grinned.
She stopped dancing again. “Why did you tell
me
?”
This time his grin was dark and almost frightening. “Because I’m going to fuck you, Daisy Lambert. Someday soon.”
He turned and walked off the dance floor
, heading straight for the door
.
* * * * *
“Hi chief, you’re back early.” Daisy didn’t look up as the office door closed. She was bent over the
credenza
behind Dir
ector Emery’s desk sorting
the stack of papers he always left ther
e. She never could go through them
unless he was out of the office. She though
t
he would be gone for another two or three hours, but apparently he was back early.
She’d also co
me in her
e
to avoid Gideon and the temptation he presented.
He’d arrived early this morning, just as most of the other agents had. He’d talked and joked then went straight to his office, after giving her a very brief hello.
No mention was made of last night’s rather revealing conversation. Or his parting words.
What would it feel like to be fucked by Gideon Sinclair? She squeezed her legs together and danced from foot to foot, trying to hold on
to
that tingling sensation the thought had aroused.
Many might say her parents
had
really screwed her up. They had been free and easy with love and sex, no subject taboo or off limits. Too young to be true hippies, they had nevertheless embraced the lifestyle of decades gone by.
Daisy had known more about the human reproductive system tha
n
her freshman biology teacher.
But
they had given her a good self-image.
While she had some body image issues and sometimes lacked the trust necessary to be
come truly intimate with a man, s
he also knew the feelings she had were perfectly normal.
Sex was a biological function. One which all mammals had.
She wasn’t M
iss P
rim and
P
roper;
she wasn’t a prude or a repressed
virgin
.
She was alone.
It was hard to have a healthy, active sex life with just yourself. Not impossible, but difficult. Her mother had given her a vibrator for her sixteenth birthday, urging her to experiment and find her G-spot so she could guide her lover when she took one.
That hadn’t
happen
ed for ten years and the advice had gone over like a le
a
d balloon.
But h
er mother and father had
taught
her more than that.
Sex was a natural bodily function, yes.
It was the added element and dimension of attraction, desire
and
connectedness that transformed sex into making love.
As many men would tell you, sometimes a woman was just a hole to bang.
Women
fortunately
,
or
unfortunately
,
always looked for something els
e, something
deeper from
her
partner
.
Well
,
m
ost women. How she wished she could
be like those other women,
to have sex for the sa
ke of having sex.
Lost in thoughts of
sex and the
sexy agent
she’d like to be having it with
, she didn’t realize the chief hadn’t answered her for several
minutes
. She turned round.
“Holy, shit,” s
he screeched.
Leaning against the office door was Gideon Sinclair.
“I’m not the director.”
“No shit
,
Sherlock
.” Yeah, her mouth was getting the best of her, but holy
Moses
, the man had scared her.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
Daisy took a step backwards
,
her
butt knocking off a
stack of papers she’d just straightened.
“I, umm. U
mm.”
“Come here.” He hadn’t straightened from his relaxed
position
against the door, but she could hear the steel in his voice.
She tried to speak
again
, but couldn’t.
Well,
what
did you say when the man of your fantasies told you he wanted you
,
then ordered you into his arms?
Apparently
stand there li
ke a
dunce
because Daisy didn’t
move.
Couldn’t.
“I told you I was going to fuck you. Now come here.”
She knew she
must
have the doe-
in
-
the
-
headlight look on her face, because he smiled. Like a hunter about to
pounce
on his prey.
“Did that make your panties wet, Daisy?”
If only he knew.
She didn’t know what to do. Yeah, she could order him out and she was pretty certain if she sounded convincing enough he’d turn around and leave without a word. Trouble was, she didn’t think she’d sound
convincing. All she wanted to d
o was walk into his arms.
“If you make me come to you, I’ll have to punish you for disobeying me.” This time he did straighten but neither made a move toward the other.
“Last chance, Daisy. If you don’t come here, I’m going to paddle that big, luscious ass of yours
until it
’
s
bright red.”
She groaned and clenched the edge of the
credenza
to keep from falling into a boneless heap against the floor.
“If that’s the way you want
it
.” He took a step toward her, then another. “I’m real glad you want it that way, baby. Cause I like nothing better than making my woman obey.”
He continued to move, reaching back to draw his t-shirt over this head.
“Do you like to be told what to do? Do you want to submit to me, Daisy? To give yourself over to me completely?” He stopped about two feet from her, his
magnificent
chest bare to her view. He was simply gorgeous. Broad shoulders, thick muscular arms. His jeans were drawn tight against his crotch, revealing his erection. A huge erection.
She licked her lips as she looked.
“Answer me.”
She lifted her head and me
t his gaze. His eyes were burning with desire. Desire for her. This was her dream come true, but was she ready for it? Yes, she’d
fantasi
z
ed
about bondage and submission, and just about
everything
else. And
usually
those
fantasies
involved her and this half-naked man before her. But was she ready?