PrideandSurrender by Julia Devlin Read Free Book Online

already proven I can’t stop you.” My breath
caught in my throat as I sat perched on the edge of expectation. Wanting to
know his thoughts but unwilling to ask for them.
    “The suit you had on was this dark gray number with a wide
belt and sky-high black heels that made you look like you’d stepped out of the
Maltese Falcon.” The seduction in his tone made my nipples puckered tight. “In
my fantasy, after I took down your hair, I would strip you of your belt, that
jacket, rip your blouse right off.”
    Mouth suddenly dry, I licked my lips, tasting the summer air
on my skin along with desire. His hands slid down my back, working out the
kinks. Anticipation flowed in my blood like fine wine. “All I could think about
was pushing your skirt over your thighs and spreading you across that table. I
can picture you there, arms stretched wide, your legs spread, cunt wet. I’d
like to pretend I thought about lavishing your body with the attention it
deserves, but that would be a lie.”
    My lungs began to burn and I realized I’d stopped breathing.
I sucked in air and tried to calm my pounding heart. Liquid heat pooled between
my thighs, and my clit swelled with each passing word he spoke.
    “Do you want to know what I imagined?” he asked, his mouth
still next to my ear while his fingers rubbed the bumps of my spine.
    “Yes.” The word was out before I could stop it, and I leaned
against his chest as I’d been wanting to all day. Teeth gently scraped the line
of my jaw and his arms came around my waist so his large palms slid over my
stomach.
    With a few simple words he’d managed to turn me on more than
most men ever had. He shifted behind me, bracketing his thighs with mine until
his cock nudged my lower back. Unable to help it, I stiffened, and his fingers
stroked as he murmured nonsensical sounds in my ear until I was once again
limp.
    “I wanted to take you,” he said. “Fuck you. Possess you.
Fill you up until my come spilled onto your thighs.”
    Legs quivering, I bit down on my bottom lip, thankful that I
was sitting down. His fantasy had been my fantasy too. I wanted what he wanted.
I wanted to be claimed. Filled. I too had thought of him spreading me over that
glossy mahogany conference table. That day, we’d been sitting across from each
other thinking the exact same thing. Although, unlike him, I could never admit
it.
    Behind me, he moved, and all his heat left with him. I sat
up, straightening my back until my posture was once again proper. Loss washed
through me as the mood broke and I cooled in an instant. I feared I’d never be
that relaxed with him again. That somehow if there was ever a time I was going
to give in, it was now. Irrational anger that it had been stolen away pricked
over my skin.
    A large palm stroked over my spine. “Relax, Juliet, I’m not
going anywhere.”
    I hated that he saw me so clearly. Saw everything—my need
for him, my fear and my hope. Vulnerable was not good, he could crush me and I
was letting it happen. Before I could say anything scathing, he’d stretched out
his legs and was pulling me down to his lap.
    Brows snapping together, I glared at him. “What are you
doing?”
    “I thought you’d be more comfortable.” His fingers curled
around my wrist. “You need to eat.”
    “Are you crazy?”
    “Obviously.” Irritation flashed in his eyes and he raked his
free hand through his hair. “Christ, Juliet, a man needs the patience of a
saint with you. Now get over here.”
    His disgruntled expression and commanding tone calmed me in
a way that softness couldn’t have. I needed that, his humanness in the face of
mine. In answer, I shifted, until I could lie on my back and put my head on his
thigh.
    He brushed my hair off my cheeks. “Was that so hard?”
    “Yes.” I met his gaze. “But it was easier than it should
be.”
    “Progress,” he said, reaching into the bag next to him to
pull out one of the sandwiches he’d brought to my office. Green eyes