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I told him no Had been so proud ofin the background, offering e of pride that had flowed throughcommand of my life, my emotions, my needs, for once Zachary didn’t fit into that anymore Had he ever? It had always been about him, our relationship It centered on his wants and needs Never ht into my office and started the online search for the perfect red tie Soloriously sophisticated and expensive and sexy and elegant I clicked on my favorite store sites until I finally found the one I kneould love And I loved it, too

When he called me and thanked me in that deep, sexy voice of his, I’d wanted to e and I pull it out ofwith a si around, I see that no one else is nearby The offices appear mostly empty The entire floor has a hushed quality to it that I al

Or maybe that’s just me, completely unnerved and worried about what I’ain

You’re late

And then there’s another e in our appetizer lunch I suggest you head over to my office now

The pleasure that blooms across my chest at the texts from Ryderthere, leaning against the wall opposite his office, his ar the fabric of his snohite shirt He must have taken off his jacket; he’s clad in only the shirt, black trousers, and a silvery gray tie His hair is in the usual tousle, his eyes glittering as I come closer

"You made it," he says when I stop just in front of him

"Sorry I’ how jittery I sound "It’s been crazy this rabs hold ofthe door behind us The click of the lock is loud in the silence andthat the red tie is sitting in its box on top of his desk

"Do you really like it?" I ask when I turn to hi when I see his confused frown, "The tie?"

The slow smile that crosses his handsome face makes my insides tremble "Oh yes, veryout to drift his fingers down the length of "

The dress is simple, in a subtle black-and-white patterned fabric that fits me well but isn’t too terribly sexy I feel confident in it, though Another suit of armor for me to wear "Th-thank you," I whisper, overwhelers on ers with ainst each other when he slips his other arm around my waist

"Don’t be nervous," he whispers just before he dips his head and presses his warm, damp lips to the side ofmy hands blindly on the solid wall of his chest "We’ll take this slow An appetizer, reh at our silly choice of words I want to ers curl into the fabric of his shirt as I anchor rippingand thick He’s hard Hard for me

I can’t believe I can make a man like him react like this That he wants me Me Most of the woure out But hopefully he’ll let me in

"What do you want, Violet?" he asks when he lifts his head, his hazy blue eyesmine I part e, kissing ain there’s no gentleness, no sweet exploration He plundersit around ine he would use while he thrusts insideall over his chest, clutching his shoulders as I move into him As if I want to become a part of hi is harsh, his shirt a wrinkledhands I keep this up and I’ll ruin all of his clothes "What do you want from me?"

I stare up at him, at a loss for words How can I express to him exactly what I hen I hardly know myself? I’m scared to say it Embarrassed, too I’ve never spoken freely about sex That’s rooman with needs and wants, just like everyone else I’ve been with other ht on by ht on by myself …

"Do you want me to touch you?" He presses his lips toainst oes hot and loose and I nod, keeping htly closed "Yes," I say shakily

He th, makes ape at him "What?"