Standing in stunned silence, I stare as he picks up his phone, unmutes it, leans back against the desk, and begins speaking.
“Give it to me,” he says into the phone, but I feel like his words are directed at me.
A small smile forms on my lips, and I reach for the belt of my robe and slowly untie it. I let the plush terrycloth fall open and lift my hand to rest between my breasts.
I’m not sure what little devil is guiding me, but I’m sure one must be.
Creighton’s eyes zero in on my hands as he listens—or attempts to listen—to whoever is on the other end of the call.
Now that I have his attention, I skim my fingers down my body until they spread and cover my pussy. Just thinking the word always makes me hotter.
His dark eyes burn into me, and I can tell he’s stopped even attempting to listen to a damn thing that’s being said. I love that I have the power to distract him like this, even as I wonder what the heck I’m doing. It’s as if I need to prove to myself that I have something he wants. Maybe I’m seeking some kind of validation?
I don’t question what I’m feeling. I just go with it.
I dip two fingers between my lips and swirl them in the wetness that has gathered. A push of my wrist, and I slip both fingers inside me. Moaning, I let my eyes flutter shut for a beat before sliding my fingers in and out.
Oh. Lord.
I open my eyes again—just in time to see Creighton’s lips form a single silent word.
“Fuck.”
My smile feels lazy and seductive as I continue to tease myself. I slide my fingers up, flicking my clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through myself. I think for a second about just making myself come, but decide to savor the anticipation and lift my hand away.
I step toward Creighton.
Reaching my fingertips to his full lips, I paint them with my wetness. His tongue darts out to lick, grabbing my wrist with both hands and sucking my fingers into his mouth.
After he’s drawn every bit of slickness from my skin, he releases my fingers and growls into the phone, “I’ll call you back.”
He drops the phone to the carpet, and his feral expression turns on me. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I smile, the flush of victory heating my cheeks. I stunned him. Who knew that could happen?
And then he says, “You’re going to go bend over the end of the bed, spread your legs, and I’m going to spank that tight little ass and your naughty little cunt before I fuck you so hard, you’ll still be feeling me tomorrow when you step onstage.”
The flush of heat spreads to my chest, my nipples pucker painfully tight, and my inner muscles clench.
Stunned?
I guess it’s my turn.
I prowl after Holly as she turns and heads for the bedroom. My cock pulses against my zipper, and if Cannon faults me for hanging up on him, he can go straight to hell.
Because I’ve just learned a valuable lesson—there is something more important than business, and she’s letting the white terrycloth robe dip across her back as it slides down her arms, revealing the most perfect ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.
I planned to go slow. To tease her. To savor this. To watch her follow my instructions to the letter. But instead, I surge forward and cup her ass in both hands. She’s standing in front of the bed, and I push her forward until she’s bent over it.
“You have no idea how badly I just want to slide inside this perfect ass.” My lips skim her ear, and she shivers.
“Do it¸” she whispers.
A smile stretches across my face. “Oh, Holly, haven’t you figured out yet that you don’t get to give the orders here? Don’t you remember the rules?”
She shoves her ass back, as if trying to tempt me to stray from my plan.
“You know you want to,” she says, louder this time.
I step back, releasing my hold on her. “I think I’ve been too lax in making sure you understand who calls the shots here. You’ve more than earned your punishment, you dirty girl, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of giving it to you.”
She turns her head to the side, her cheek resting on the crisp white sheets. Her brown eyes spark with challenge, and a pink flush of arousal colors her cheekbone and neck. I want to see that pink blush on her ass.
My hand swings and connects under the curve of her right cheek with a sharp smack. Holly inhales sharply and moans, her hips pressing into the bed.
I land another strike in the same place on the opposite side, and her moan grows louder. My handprint blooms reddish-pink on her skin, and this time I groan.
“Goddamn. You look so fucking sexy with my marks on you. Get up on the bed. On your knees. Now.”
She doesn’t hesitate, but complies immediately. I’ll reward her for that . . . soon. But right now, I need to give her more of this.
I pepper her skin with smack after smack. Her back is arched, ass thrusting up at me as if begging for more.
I slip my hand between her legs and stroke.
“So fucking wet, baby. Give me your hand.”
She turns her head to look back at me, confusion creasing her forehead.
“You’re going to finger-fuck that tight little pussy while I watch because I want a replay of that sexy-as-fuck show you put on for me. If you thought you were just going to tease me, you were wrong. I’m going to stroke my cock until I finish between those perfect lips of yours, and then you’re going to take me down your throat until I’m hard enough to fuck your naughty cunt.”
Her mouth drops open and my dick surges, wanting inside that hot, wet heaven.