His length hardens with my touch, but he just flexes the hold his hands have on me and lets me continue to play.

“You know damn well that I was giving a demonstration that day. Not for one goddamn second was I dancing for you. I don’t know what sick fantasy you’ve built up in your head, but I promise you that it will never come to fruition. Get the fuck out of my club.”

She hesitates.

“Now!” he roars, and she hastily covers herself with her top before running toward the door and down the stairs.

I feel him breathing rapidly against my back, my hand still holding his now very hard cock. I give him a squeeze, and it’s almost as if someone stuck him with a cattle prod. He jerks back, his hands going to my shoulders, and he spins me around roughly. I would have fallen, but the second I was facing him, he bent, grabbed me at the back of both thighs, and had me up in his arms before I could blink. His mouth crashes against mine roughly before turning us. I feel my back press against the cold, hard surface of his windows before all rational thought flies out the window.

“I won’t take you here,” he rumbles against my mouth before turning his head and deepening the kiss. I try to roll my hips, desperate to ease the ache between my legs, but he pushes me harder against the glass. “No.” The unwavering authority in his voice stops me instantly.

He steps back, gradually helping me to my feet until he is sure that I have steady footing. Stepping back and running his hand through his hair, I lick my lips when his brown hair falls back in a shiny curtain against his face. At the moan I must have let slip, he jerks and turns to face me.

“No, Ember. We’re going to set the table,” he commands, pointing at the table I hadn’t noticed on the other side of the room. One single rose sits in the center of the black surface. “You’re going to go over there and get everything set up before sitting down like a good girl. You aren’t ready for the kind of time-out I have planned for you, but know that if you disobey me, I’m going to start adding that shit up. I’m going to the bathroom to take care of this problem you’ve created, and you’re going to set the table, sit down, and wait for me so I can give you a proper first date you will remember for the rest of our lives.”

The shock of his words is still slamming into my overheated body when I hear his door slam. The kind of time-out he has planned for me? Something tells me it will be a whole hell of a lot more fun than the kind of time-out that always ends with his sister having her nose shoved in a corner.

He wants a first date to remember for the rest of our lives? Something tells me that isn’t going to be a problem at all.

I HAVE THE ONLY WOMAN my cock has been craving just outside this door, and here I am in my office bathroom fucking my fists roughly so that—hopefully—the bite of pain I’m giving with each thrust of my hips and twist of my wrists will be enough to calm me down.

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I had my cock in my hand before the bathroom door had even slammed behind me, and here I am, not even minutes later, with my balls tightening and the tight coils of pleasure starting to unravel.

I move over to the sink, continuing to work myself with both fists, as I line myself up to empty my come into the basin. I feel my balls pull up and the blinding pleasure that shoots up my spine and wraps around my brain makes my vision go black as I roar out with each thick rope of come that shoots from the tip of my cock.

“Fucking goddamn,” I moan deeply, feeling my knees lock. I look down, blinking against the gray still clouding my vision to see that I’m still pulsing heavily. Relaxing the hold my hands have on my cock, I take one hand and slowly stroke my oversensitive skin, watching as the last few spurts hit the basin.




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