Surrender by Tawny Taylor Read Free Book Online

build his father’s business into the huge conglomerate it was today. “I’m sorry if I made an unfair assumption.”
    “No need to apologize. It’s a common misconception. One I usually don’t bother to correct. But . . .” His brows pulled. His lips twisted. “Hmmm.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing.” He looked into my eyes for a moment, and I felt like the world had stopped spinning. His head started dipping down. He was going to kiss me. Ohmygod, he was going to kiss me.
    I closed my eyes and held my breath and silently waited for his lips to find mine. When they did, I sucked in a little gasp. His mouth pressed against mine, possessing it, claiming it. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It wasn’t a tease. Not at all. And when I parted my lips to pull in some much needed air, his tongue slid inside, filling my mouth with his sweet, intoxicating flavor. Our tongues met, tangled. And with each stab and stroke, more of my body warmed. My chest, my face, my stomach, and farther down. Between my legs. One of his hands skimmed down to my breast, cupping it through my clothes.
    My spine tightened, arching forward, pressing my burning flesh harder into his hand. A soft moan bubbled up my throat, echoing in our joined mouths.
    I could hardly believe this was happening. I was in a beautiful apartment in New York City. With a man who threw away more money than I made in a year. And he was kissing me, touching me, like he couldn’t get enough. Like I made him burn as hot as he made me.
    I let my hands wander over his clothed form, imagining the muscular body that lay hidden beneath the soft wool jacket and smooth cotton shirt. But as my hands inched down to his stomach, he grabbed my wrists and jerked them behind my back.
    Startled, I tried to pull away, but he yanked me roughly, forcing me against him. His eyes were dark, his eyelids heavy, as he looked down at me.
    “Do you remember what I said earlier?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
    “When?”
    “You take far too many liberties with me,” he murmured, looking as if he might gobble me up at any moment. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
    “Oh.” My face flushed. “I’m sorry, sir. I thought you’d—”
    “I didn’t say you could touch me,” he repeated.
    A little quiver buzzed up my spine.
    Walking, he forced me backward until I was trapped between the wall and his scrumptious body. I didn’t mind that so much. No, it was actually quite nice. He was warm too, and the heat radiating off him only amplified the burn sizzling in my blood. A wet, pounding need was thrumming between my legs, and I longed for him to rub it away.
    Still holding my wrists behind my back, he kicked my feet apart. “I can’t wait to punish you,” he murmured as he nibbled and licked my earlobe.
    Instantly, my left side was covered in goose bumps. I tipped my head to the side and closed my eyes. Ahhh, he did things with his teeth and tongue that no man had ever done to me before. He nipped just hard enough for me to suck in a little gasp and tighten all over. Then he gently laved that same spot, soothing the burn. Within seconds, I was hot and cold, shivering, breathless, and dizzy.
    My hips were rocking back and forth, my wet tissues rubbing against his thigh. But the ache was only getting worse. I couldn’t take any more.
    “Please,” I murmured.
    “Please what?” Releasing my hands, he warned, “Keep them behind your back.”
    I nodded. “Please,” I repeated, unable to articulate what I craved.
    He unbuttoned the waistband of my pants. “I like skirts,” he stated as he pulled the zipper down.
    “Yes, sir.” I wriggled while he pushed my pants down to my ankles. Then, at his unspoken prompt, I lifted one foot and then the other so he could remove my shoes and pants.
    His hands skimmed up the outsides of my legs, coming to a rest on my hips. He pulled them, forcing them forward, and pushed his thigh against the damp crotch of my panties. It felt so good, and yet I craved