Page 74 of Turn Me On

Finally. Fucking finally. “I spend all day trying to make things happen. At night, I want things to happen to me,” I say, making myself totally vulnerable. “I wantyouto happen to me.”

He shudders, and the sound is so erotic I think I might explode right now. He grips my leg tighter. “After playing on a team all day, at night I just want to be the guy in charge. I want to make the decisions. I want to tell my man how it’s going to be,” he says. Then, in a husk of a voice, he adds, “I want to tellyouhow it’s going to be.”

With wildfire sparking in my body, I reach for the tie in his lap, then press it into his hand. There’s no turning back now. “Do you want to know how I look in this?”

“Yes,” he says, taking his bedroom tone now. Like he’s setting the starting pace. “But first, I’m going to put it on you. Come closer, Maddox.”

I obey.

I’m vibrating with desire as he loops the tie around my neck, sliding it under my collar, then folding the crisp fabric back over the silk. As he touches me, I tremble.

He leans closer, whispering hotly, “You’re the most responsive man I’ve ever been with.”

“And all you’re doing is dressing me,” I murmur.

Slowly, luxuriously, he knots the tie, tightening it at my throat, making me groan. He glides his hand down the silk, then gives it a sharp tug, jerking me closer.

He’s inches from my face. “What if we gave in for just one night?”

Yes. A million yeses. But I know this man. He likes me to tease him. “What would you do with just one night?” I ask.

“This won’t be a ten-minute hand job in the gym. This will be one amazing, intense night where I spread you out on the bed. Where I play with your body. Where I tie you up.”

My shoulders shake with the promise of decadent pleasure. “Where you push me down on my knees,” I say in a sensual haze.

“Where you take me deep in your throat,” he says.

We don’t stop. We lay it all out here at the bar. Wishes and wants. He tells me what he wants to do to me. I tell him what I want done.

Then he looks me firm in the eyes. He’s the man in charge. “Say it,” he commands. “Tell me what you want. Right now.”

My body is a flame as I speak the words I’ve wanted to say since the night I met Zane Archer. “Take me back to your hotel room and have your way with me.”

We leave in seconds flat.

* * *

There is no loophole to justify sleeping with my client, and I don’t care.

I’m done with justifications.

I want what I want.

The moment we step into his hotel room, Zane crowds me against the wall. He grabs my hands, ropes our fingers together and pushes them right above my shoulders.

I expect his lips to come crashing down on mine. I’m ready for him to plunder my mouth. But instead, he slams his pelvis to me.

“Yessss,” I gasp.

He smiles devilishly as he swivels his hips.

Grinding hard. Then grinding even harder.

My cock throbs, and I fucking ache from the way he’s touching me. From how he’s controlling me. I can’t move, and he’s rubbing his dick against mine. My brain is already melting and we’re still fully clothed. He pushes against me once more, his eyes darkening with wicked intent, then he dips his face closer to mine.

“Gonna fuck my man tonight,” he rasps near my mouth.

I shudder from his possessive words. I feel like his man. “Want you to.”