Naughty Bits 2 (38 page)

His hands on her felt too good. “What? What do you want?”

“Let's go inside.”

When he unlocked the door, he bowed and gestured her inside.

She took her chance and darted down the hall and across the sitting room, so the sofa was between them. He lunged after her, but was thwarted by the unfamiliar territory, tripping on a coffee table. A moment later he was back on course.

Inadvertently, she'd got herself cornered. “Do you always have to handcuff people? Is that the only way they will put up with your cheek?”

He ignored her remark, glancing around. “Nice decor. I like the black-and-white print over the fireplace. So calming…just what you need for that wild temperament of yours.”

“You don't know me.” She averted her face.

He drew her back by the chin so she had to face him. “I know you better than you give me credit for. Hear me out, I've spent a lot of time thinking about you and I want you to give me a break. Listen a moment, I can prove it.” He shook his head. “I know what's going on here—it's not just about us.”

“Us? What us?”

Again, he ignored her comment. “You know I couldn't tell you I was an official investigator. I knew you weren't behind it, but you could have inadvertently told someone else I was investigating. Think about it.”

She shrugged it off. “So what, what has that got to do with you…handcuffing me?” Even saying it sounded suggestive, and her body liked the suggestion, whatever it was it sounded hot and kinky and parts of her were raring to go.

He stepped back, still blocking her in, but giving her a bit of space as he spoke. “It's the only way I could guarantee you would listen to me. We had a lot of fun that night, and you enjoyed it every bit as much as I did. I want to see you again, but you're angry. I think I figured out why.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“Yes, you're not really annoyed with me, you're focusing on
me because you are annoyed you didn't figure out who was behind the theft.”

She shook her head, tried to find the words, but for some reason they wouldn't come. Part of her was astonished he'd taken the time to think about it.

“So I was right.”

“You're unbearably sure of yourself, aren't you? You think you can walk into my life, make love to me on a desk and then come into my house and handcuff me and do whatever the hell you want with me….” She faltered and ground to a halt when she saw the sharp interest in his eyes. Why had that sounded like an invitation when she said it? That's not how she meant to say it. “And get away with it?”

She lifted her eyebrows in what she hoped was a threatening manner. Even so, her heart was racing, her anticipation building. God, she wanted him. She wanted to feel the weight of his body over hers again. She wanted to be possessed by this man who was so full-on and sure.

He laughed softly. He was aroused, his bright blue eyes gleaming as he eyed her up in that incredibly sexy way of his.

Resist or submit? She smiled, suddenly loving the dilemma, and growled at him, making ready to run past him. As she shifted, he dropped into a goalkeeper's stance, arms out to capture her. She ducked this way and that, shot left. His arms went around her. Twisting, she slipped out of his grasp and staggered away, laughing with glee, but was thrown off-kilter because she couldn't move her arms. The sofa was looming into view as she hurtled across the room. There was no other option but to throw herself on it, sprawling uneasily across the cushions.

“Perfect,” she heard him declare, as he grabbed her around the hips and lifted her onto her knees. The front of her shoulders were pushed into the back of the sofa. Her hips swayed, her skirt riding up.

“You love this every bit as much as I do,” he breathed
against her ear as he climbed over her, arms locked around her. She wriggled in his grasp. To underline his point, he moved one hand to her breast and squeezed her erect nipple through the fabric of her shirt. “You're turned on. You like being handcuffed, don't you?”

Capturing her earlobe between his teeth, he bit.

Pleasure shot through her. She wriggled her bottom against him, the feeling of his hard cock through his jeans too delicious. “Maybe.”

“Short skirt again, how convenient.”

“I wear a short skirt because it makes my legs look longer, which makes me look taller. Put a long skirt on me and I look like a dwarf.”

“Well, now, is that so?”

“I'm sick of the short jokes from the men in the office,” she added in explanation.

“I had no idea. All I know is it was driving me mad looking at you in that office, with your short, sexy skirts and your gorgeous legs.”

She suppressed a smile.

Pushing the skirt up over her hips, he bunched the fabric at her waist and stroked her bottom through the lacy fabric of her knickers. “And you liked being spanked back there in the office, didn't you?”

Did she? Her mind flitted back. Yes, when he'd been pushing her underneath the desk. It had been practically impossible for her to sit still under that desk, between his legs, and with her buttock stinging in the most arousing way.

He looped one finger over the top of her knickers, and pulled them off. “Beautiful,” he whispered.

She squeezed her eyes shut, loving his attention and hating it all at once.

“You look so hot when you're all pensive and thoughtful, it made me want to open your legs and distract you.”

“Well, you managed it. You distracted me good and proper.” She felt the urge to laugh aloud. It felt good, blaming him for the seduction. It felt good letting it out, too.

He stroked and then spanked her exposed buttocks several times, making her gasp. The sting shot through her entire nether region, a moment later altering to a different kind of sensation in her core. Her sex felt heavy and hot, tingling with arousal, as if the spank had lit a touch paper connected to the very quick of her.

“Do you know how hard it is for a man to deal with computer equipment and think about security while he has a hard-on?”

Laughter bubbled up and escaped at the idea of it.

“So the ice queen does have a sense of humor.”

“I'm not an ice queen!”

“Obviously not.” His tone was heavy with humor. “My mistake, so sorry.” He spanked her again, alternating from one buttock to the other, and she moaned loudly, her shoulders shuddering. She couldn't help herself; it burned in the most arousing way, making her want to wriggle and clench all over. Her upper body jerked up when she felt his fingers exploring her, riding the damp seam of her pussy, chaffing her clit.

“This spanking seems to be making you wet, my dear.” He pushed one finger inside her, and her body clenched at it, eager for the hard intrusion. “Oh, yes, you seem very eager. Was it something I said?”

“Everything you said,” she admitted, the words coming out on a sigh as he moved his slippery finger, riding it back and forth, stroking the front wall of her sex. Wave after wave of pleasure suffused her groin, building quickly to a peak. Then he stroked her clit again and her hips jerked, the whisper of pressure on her inflamed clit pushing her to the edge. Her body wavered as the orgasm rocketed through her, leaving her weak and dizzy.

For a moment, all was silent but for the sound of her own
labored breathing, and then she heard him sigh loudly. “Guess who's caught in the act this time, Chrissie?”

She glanced back over her shoulder at him. He met her gaze and then looked back down at her exposed pussy. A moment later liquid dribbled down the inside of her thighs. She closed her eyes, tormented, and yet loving it.

“Not even you can deny you're enjoying this.”

Jolting, she swore aloud. He'd bent down and licked her; right there on her exposed pussy, and as his tongue ran up and down the damp groove her body went taut as a bow, her mind in turmoil. While he pushed his tongue inside her, he ran his hand down the inside of one thigh, then back up the line of the other. Her pelvis reacted, moving instinctively, she wanted him hard inside her, and soon. She whimpered, her face pressed into the sofa back, one knee bashing into the cushion in frustration. She bit into the sofa, but it didn't help—she still cried aloud with need. “Liam, please…”

Relief hit her when she heard the sound of a condom being opened.

“Here I come,” he warned. First he nudged her legs farther apart with his knee. Then, lifting her body around the waist, he hauled her hips back against him. The hard, hot shaft of his erection rested a moment between her folds, maddening her. When he pushed inside her, stretching her to capacity, she collapsed against the sofa. “Liam, I feel as if I'm about to pass out.”

He pushed deeper still. With his arms around her waist, he held her locked into place. He moved his face into the curve of her neck, whispering her name over and over as he rode in and out, his cock solid, his thrusts deep and building in speed.

“Oh, God, I'm going to come.” She began to shudder.

Incredibly, he stopped moving at that very moment, making her cry out in demand. “You wanted this,” he said with no small amount of effort, “didn't you? Admit it.” He drew back, making her whimper with need.

She was so close. “Yes, I wanted it, I wanted you.”

He rewarded her by thrusting deeply back in, wedging the head of his cock against her cervix. “See, that wasn't so hard. No more denial, Chrissie. Promise?”

She wanted to answer, but it was so hard. She was so close to coming and he was pressing against her sensitive spots in the most maddening way, keeping her on the edge. Her sex clutched at him over and again, trying to push it. He remained still until she spoke. “No more denial,” she blurted.

He breathed out, and then began to roll his hips into her. He slammed home, jacking her up against the sofa, pushing them both to the edge.

She cried out in ecstasy. He was there, his cock jerking. He thrust again. Her head rolled back, her body clutching at him. She came in a dizzying rush, her entire groin suffused with heat, her body spasming around the shaft of his cock. A moment later, as he pulled out, he moved one strong arm under her to hold her steady, then kissed the back of her neck and whispered low against her ear.

“I'm going to undo these handcuffs now, and then I want to hold you in my arms and tell you how good it felt being inside you, and you're not going to resist, are you?”

“No, Liam. I'm not going to resist.”

He unlocked the cuffs. Then he sat down next to her, and lifted her into his lap. Taking her hands in his, he gently rubbed her wrists. He was being gentle and kind, and when he'd finished fussing over her hands, he drew her chin up and held her steady when she tried to look away. “What is it, sweetheart?” he asked. “I want you to tell me, what is it that bugs you so?”

She was raw, undone, and the words rose of their own accord, her body arching against the shield of his. “It's not you. It's just that it's hard,” she blurted, “being an engineer, being a woman in a man's world.” She tensed, waited for the laugh, for the inevitable tease.

It didn't come. Instead, he kissed the end of her nose. “It's okay, I understand. But you don't have to be tough all the time. Sometimes you can let me be tough for you now. Yes?” His expression was serious, and his eyes shone with admiration.

She couldn't reply, not with words.

Moving up against him, she closed her eyes and rubbed her face against his stubbled chin, because she liked the way this man took charge of her. She liked how he broke her stubborn will, and she liked how he made her enjoy this thing between them.

She liked it a lot.

 

Three days later, Liam drove up to Chrissie's office as she emerged from the building. She waved over at him. She was dressed smart; her trademark short skirt part of a fitted suit, her soft blond hair swept up and clipped behind her head. When she climbed into the car, she reached over and kissed him, smiling.

“I take it the meeting wasn't as bad as you thought it would be?” Two of the company directors had traveled to speak with the staff about reorganization in the wake of Theresa's departure.

“No. In fact…” She stared at him, slightly shell-shocked. “I can't quite believe it, but they offered me Theresa's job. I'm going to be in charge of all projects allocated to the design team at this office!”

“Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?” He was glad she'd had this boost.

“Yes. It does.” Winking at him, she reached over and stroked his jawline. “And I know exactly how I want to celebrate,” she added and unclipped her hair, shaking it free over her shoulders, giving him a smoldering glance.

Why was it that just one sign of interest from her could make him painfully hard? “I'm listening.”

“I don't want to go out for dinner after all. I want to get
takeout, go home, strip and drink champagne…from your naked body.”

Liam turned the key in the ignition, revving the engine. “Anything you want, Chrissie, anything at all….”