his hands on the arm of his chair, white knuckles preventing him from unzipping his slacks and stroking himself. “I have something special planned for you tomorrow.”
“You…do?”
“Yes. Which means tonight’s plans are up for debate.” He hissed out a breath as she slid two fingers into herself, thrusting once, twice, a third time, and then going back to circle her clit. “And I’m inclined to take suggestions.”
…
Why did he keep asking?
Penelope closed her eyes, but she had the image of Will’s impenetrable blue gaze imprinted on the back of her lids. He’d always seen too much, and now he was asking it as well—just like he had ever since this thing started. It had been easy enough to tell him what she wanted when his body was pressed against hers and his hands were on her. Now, with their only connection the computer screen, it was significantly more difficult.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. Last night had burst through more barriers than she could count, and waking up to Will’s note and coffee he’d made waiting for her… It left her feeling curiously raw. She’d been considering calling him all morning, needing to hear his voice, needing to have his arms around her to stop the world from spinning.
“Penelope.”
There was no reprimand in his tone, only a firm reminder of who was in charge. He’d asked her a question, and he expected an answer. Which was a problem, because she had two desires warring within her. She wanted him to guide her into finishing what they’d started, following the desire coursing through her to its natural completion.
On the other side? She inexplicably wanted a damn hug.
It was stupid. That wasn’t what they were, heart-to-heart chats or not. The sex was so good, she should just roll with it and not ask for more, because the asking opened herself up for rejection. After the things she’d shared with him, she didn’t know how gracefully she’d be able to handle him telling her that comfort wasn’t part of the arrangement.
She opened her eyes to find Will’s narrowed. “Sit down, pet.”
“Yes, Sir.” It came out as barely more than a whisper. She sank into the chair, her legs shaking with the denied orgasm and the impending emotional turmoil. Though she tried for a carefree smile, it died before it became reality.
Will leaned forward, studying her. Seconds passed, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just stripped her bare and seen everything she was trying so hard to hide. “Don’t move.”
“What?”
“That was a command, Penelope. Do. Not. Move.” Then he was gone, ending the call and leaving her staring at her desktop and wondering what had just happened. She pulled her dress down, trying to tell herself that it didn’t matter. Coming would have been nice, but her body was so deliciously used from last night that one more orgasm might actually kill her.
Liar .
She sipped her tea, doing her best not to notice the way her hand shook. What game was Will playing? Was he on his way over here, right now? Her pulse kicked up a notch at the thought, even as common sense tried to pipe up and point out that she had a meeting in less than an hour with a potential client. His showing up would take valuable time that she should use to prepare.
But, lord, how she wanted to see him.
The line between bet and something deeper had blurred, and she felt like she was up to her chin in quicksand and sinking fast. The more she struggled, the deeper she went. But when she stopped struggling, things didn’t magically rectify themselves. She dropped her head into her hands. “You’ve gone and gotten things good and messed up, sugar.”
She was so embroiled in her misery that she almost didn’t hear the door open. Feeling eyes on her, she lifted her head and blinked, as if that would make Will disappear. “I have a meeting.”
“Cancel it.” He shut the door softly behind him and locked it. He circled around her desk and lifted
“You…do?”
“Yes. Which means tonight’s plans are up for debate.” He hissed out a breath as she slid two fingers into herself, thrusting once, twice, a third time, and then going back to circle her clit. “And I’m inclined to take suggestions.”
…
Why did he keep asking?
Penelope closed her eyes, but she had the image of Will’s impenetrable blue gaze imprinted on the back of her lids. He’d always seen too much, and now he was asking it as well—just like he had ever since this thing started. It had been easy enough to tell him what she wanted when his body was pressed against hers and his hands were on her. Now, with their only connection the computer screen, it was significantly more difficult.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. Last night had burst through more barriers than she could count, and waking up to Will’s note and coffee he’d made waiting for her… It left her feeling curiously raw. She’d been considering calling him all morning, needing to hear his voice, needing to have his arms around her to stop the world from spinning.
“Penelope.”
There was no reprimand in his tone, only a firm reminder of who was in charge. He’d asked her a question, and he expected an answer. Which was a problem, because she had two desires warring within her. She wanted him to guide her into finishing what they’d started, following the desire coursing through her to its natural completion.
On the other side? She inexplicably wanted a damn hug.
It was stupid. That wasn’t what they were, heart-to-heart chats or not. The sex was so good, she should just roll with it and not ask for more, because the asking opened herself up for rejection. After the things she’d shared with him, she didn’t know how gracefully she’d be able to handle him telling her that comfort wasn’t part of the arrangement.
She opened her eyes to find Will’s narrowed. “Sit down, pet.”
“Yes, Sir.” It came out as barely more than a whisper. She sank into the chair, her legs shaking with the denied orgasm and the impending emotional turmoil. Though she tried for a carefree smile, it died before it became reality.
Will leaned forward, studying her. Seconds passed, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just stripped her bare and seen everything she was trying so hard to hide. “Don’t move.”
“What?”
“That was a command, Penelope. Do. Not. Move.” Then he was gone, ending the call and leaving her staring at her desktop and wondering what had just happened. She pulled her dress down, trying to tell herself that it didn’t matter. Coming would have been nice, but her body was so deliciously used from last night that one more orgasm might actually kill her.
Liar .
She sipped her tea, doing her best not to notice the way her hand shook. What game was Will playing? Was he on his way over here, right now? Her pulse kicked up a notch at the thought, even as common sense tried to pipe up and point out that she had a meeting in less than an hour with a potential client. His showing up would take valuable time that she should use to prepare.
But, lord, how she wanted to see him.
The line between bet and something deeper had blurred, and she felt like she was up to her chin in quicksand and sinking fast. The more she struggled, the deeper she went. But when she stopped struggling, things didn’t magically rectify themselves. She dropped her head into her hands. “You’ve gone and gotten things good and messed up, sugar.”
She was so embroiled in her misery that she almost didn’t hear the door open. Feeling eyes on her, she lifted her head and blinked, as if that would make Will disappear. “I have a meeting.”
“Cancel it.” He shut the door softly behind him and locked it. He circled around her desk and lifted
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