So Much More(33)

He begged. The scenario I’ve built up here just keeps getting better.

“Me first,” I remind him.

And that’s when it happens, the most exquisite orgasm I’ve ever experienced. The combination of the trap I’ve set, his submission, and his talented f*cking mouth created a trifecta that will never be replicated. I ride it out long and hard, screaming, “Fuck you!” repeatedly, which only serves to turn him on more.

The moment I still and open my eyes, he sits back on his heels and takes in the view.

I smile. “You like what you see?” I ask.

His eyes are dark. His chest is heaving. His dick is pleading. “Very much,” he says.

I wink. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He grins greedily as he watches me climb off the desk and sit in his chair. “I rather like this chair,” I say, stroking the leather arm with my fingertips. “It makes me feel powerful.”

He’s stalking every inch of me with his eyes while he steps down off the desk and stands in front of me. “Down on your knees.” The way he says it would normally leave no room for negotiation.

“Not tonight, Mr. Buckingham.” I lean back in the chair, cross my legs, and steeple my fingers. “Why don’t you get down on yours?” I add with a smile sent straight from hell and gesture to the scattered array of evidence on his desk.

“What’s that?” he says pointing to the papers.

“Oh, those? Those are your balls, my dear,” I say sweetly as I bat my eyelashes. “I’ve got you by the balls. And you know I’m never gentle. This may hurt a bit.”

His face grows red with anger before his eyes begin reading the words, flitting from one paper to the next. Then his head is shaking side to side, it’s supposed to be defiant, but I know terror when I see it. As the color starts to drain from his face like sands through an hourglass, I can’t help make the analogy…his time just ran out. He’s still shaking his head in denial when he looks at me. “What is all of this? What do you want?”

I tilt my head. “I want us.” That’s as simple as I can make it.

His face blanches. “No, I don’t think you do.” He points to the papers and stutters, “This…this isn’t love.”

I roll my eyes. “Who said anything about love?” The irony of us having this discussion naked with the scent of arousal still floating in the air around us isn’t lost on me.

He blinks several times. “Isn’t that why people generally get married?” He’s stunned. “Are you blackmailing me?”

I tap my pointer fingertip against my lips as I think over my answer. “Blackmail sounds so harsh. Let’s call it relationship negotiations.”

He walks to his pile of clothes and yanks on his dress pants before shrugging on his shirt. He stares at me for a moment; it’s disbelief, and then disgust. “Put some goddamn clothes on.”

I look down at my breasts. “You didn’t seem to mind me naked a few minutes ago when your mouth was between my thighs.”

He runs his hands through his hair in frustration before he pulls a handful of it and shouts, “A few minutes ago you weren’t a f*cking psycho!”

I frown. “That’s no way to talk to your fiancée.”

His eyes lock with mine, and the fear is plain and transparent.

I begin gathering up the papers and putting them in a neat stack. “I’m filing for divorce as soon as I get home. Seamus will be served Monday. I’ll be moving in here the day the divorce is finalized. I’m going to hold off for the sake of appearance, we don’t need people talking.”

He huffs out a stunned laugh. “Well, aren’t you thoughtful? We certainly can’t have people talking. That’s the least of our problems, Miranda. You’re certifiable, and that’s the one I’m focused on at the moment.”

I wave him off. “This is all for the best. You just don’t see it yet. We’re good together.”

He scrubs his hands over his face repeatedly. “How in the hell did I get myself into this mess?”

“Hmm, let’s see…insider trading, money laundering—”

He cuts me off, “I didn’t do any of that. You obviously did, though, and forged my signature.”

I laugh. “I didn’t forge anything. You should know better than anyone that you shouldn’t sign anything you haven’t read over closely. That kind of oversight could lead to incarceration for the rest of your life. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

He’s shaking his head again. “My business dealings are clean. I’ve never done anything illegal.”

I cluck my tongue and raise my eyebrows. “I beg to differ. Your dick would probably back me up, too. Last time I checked, paying for sex in the state of Washington was still a no-no. I know this is a progressive state, but...” I trail off and then add in a mocking tone, “Especially the underage ones, pretty sure that’s still frowned upon.”

“The agency guaranteed me they were all over twenty-one.”

I smirk. “When did you get so na?ve, Loren? People lie.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and blows out a breath, but I see by the set of his shoulders it does nothing to calm him. “They sure as hell do. What do you want? My money? I’ll pay you. Name your price.”