Play With Me(29)

She breathed deeply, hoping to calm her racing heart, and instead got a noseful of his decadent scent. The rich musk of sex with a subtle hint of pine soap underneath. Eve rubbed against him. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her served as the perfect reminder of how much he wanted her.

Her * clenched for more. Sore muscles be damned; she ached for him to take what he needed. In fact, the image of him bending her over the desk, flipping up her skirt, and f*cking her mercilessly from behind would have brought her to her knees had he not been hanging on to her.

“Eve, look at me.”

She tilted her head back and met his gaze. Molten heat met ferocious need. Her * squeezed in response. Everything from the way he held her to the fierce look in his eyes spoke to something deep inside her. The part better left alone. She knew now there would be no escaping without a broken heart. She only hoped there’d be enough of her left to put the pieces back together.

Chase leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. A small groan sounded at the back of her throat as roaring heat raced into her. With his tongue, he traced the soft skin of her mouth, and she eagerly opened to his exploration. But it was when he slid his hand into her hair and grabbed a fistful and pulled just to the point of tiny tingles racing along her scalp that did her in.

He shifted his long body against hers until his knee pressed between her thighs. Moments later he pushed against her covered mound, the pressure barely glancing across her clit. Fire raged through Eve from Chase’s touch. The man had a way of teasing her that drove her insane. Her nipples ached with every brush of fabric, and it wasn’t long before she wanted to come again.

He bit down on her bottom lip, sending fresh jolts of pain and pleasure to every erogenous zone on her body. Eve gasped, grasping his biceps in a tight grip.

Chase jerked away from her. “No, don’t touch me. I don’t have enough control for that right now, and trust me, darling, you aren’t ready for what I’m feeling right now.”


Disappointed, Eve allowed her arms to slide down her body, away from the contact she desperately needed. She pursed her lips and didn’t even bother to hide the longing she felt.

“Don’t look like that or I’ll start to believe you’re an insatiable minx.”

“Who’s an insatiable minx? Eve?” Murphy strode into the office carrying an armful of bags from the Chinese restaurant next door.

“Saved this time. But don’t think I’m going to forget about that pout. I think a nice red ass would clear that right up,” Chase whispered in her ear.

“I was about to show Eve some of the shots from today.” Chase quickly sat in his chair and pulled her down onto his lap.

“Masterpieces, I’m sure.” Murphy settled the bags on the coffee table and moved in behind Chase’s chair. “Let’s see ’em.”

Chase swiveled the chair to face the monitor and clicked the mouse to enlarge the image he’d hidden earlier. An oversize, up-close shot of her naked and bound on red silk sheets filled the screen. A low whistle from Murphy sounded near her ear.

“Gorgeous.”

Murphy’s compliment warmed her insides, even though it was clearly Chase’s talent in capturing a subject at the perfect angle and all the other factors he considered that made her look so good. And yes, even she thought she looked good. She imagined having this photo hung at the foot of her bed. Something for her to look back on and remember after this was all over.

“What do you think, beautiful?”

“I think you are the most talented photographer in the world. I don’t know how you did it, but you made me look so…”

“Submissive.”

Chase murmured his agreement. Eve swore the air in the room thickened and tension seeped from both men. Not to mention the erection poking her in the butt seemed to keep growing.

She moved the word submissive around in her head, trying to come to terms with it. She’d never thought to apply that word to herself. In everything she’d studied, she’d preferred to simply label herself kinky.

Chase scrolled through a few other pictures, which she barely noticed. She was still back on what they’d called her. It didn’t seem to work, yet when she looked at the photographic evidence, she couldn’t deny that she looked different.

Peaceful.

When was the last time she’d applied that word to her life? Maybe never. Even before her parents got sick, they drove her mad with their selfish ways. Eve squeezed her eyes shut and fought back the tears suddenly threatening to fall. How could she think of her dead mother like that?

She’d never understood what kept them together to the very end though. Her father had been absorbed in his life. His work, his hobbies, and his mistresses.

Eve struggled in Chase’s lap. She needed to get out of here before she started to fall apart.

“Stop.”

Eve stilled at the firm command. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, she held her breath and counted to five before exhaling a long, slow breath.

“You’re shaking. What’s wrong?” Chase wrapped himself around her and spun the chair around so she had to face Murphy.

“Nothing. I-I—”

“If you tell me you’re fine, I will turn you over my knee and paddle your ass until you can’t sit down for days.”

Eve blinked at the pressure in her eyes, but nothing helped. Murphy pulled her from Chase’s lap and into his arms, where she burst into tears.