Page 17 of Not Safe For Work

Rick waved a hand. “You saw my profile. We match in a lot of places.”

“We also mismatch in a few.”

“Not the important things.” He smiled. “I’m just another guy.”

“Oh, no you’re not.” I tugged his belt loop and pulled him toward me. “I’ve seen you on your knees sucking my cock like it’s the only thing in the world you want to do. And I’ve heard you beg.” I held his jaw and kissed him. “You’re not just another guy, believe me.”

He shivered as I let him go. “Neither are you.”

“It is weird, though, you’re right.”

Rick nodded. “Yeah. Yesterday, we were working together, and—”

“I think it’s more accurate to say I was working for you.”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“So does this mean I’m about to fuck my boss?”

He jumped, eyes widening and lips parting, and I thought I might’ve gone too far until he said, “Depends—would you fuck me differently if I were your boss?”

Well. Now wasn’t that a good question?

“That’s an interesting thing to think about.” I let go and started making a slow, tight circle around him, and he followed me with his eyes until I went around behind him. “I mean, the customer is always right, so in that respect, I’m working for you.” I came around in front of him and held his gaze as I continued in an even tighter circle, our shirts nearly brushing. “If you were my boss, then I’d have to make sure that once we were in the bedroom, you knew your place.” I stopped in front of him and looked him right in the eye. “Do you know your place, Rick?”

He shifted his weight. “Maybe…maybe it would be best if you showed me. So we’re clear.”

I suppressed a shiver and reached for his cheek. “I get the feeling you’re my kind of submissive.”

“Do you?”

I nodded, caressing his cheekbone with my thumb. “You want nothing more than to be on your knees and begging, and you know just how far to push the brattiness so a Dom will make sure to put you in your place.” I tilted my head. “Am I close?”

He gulped.

“That’s what I thought.” I nodded sharply toward the plush carpet at our feet. “Get on your knees.”

He obeyed immediately, kneeling in front of me and watching my eyes the whole time.

“Good.” I stepped closer and ran my fingers through his hair. It was always so perfectly arranged at work, as if he spent hours on it and would’ve been pissed if someone messed it up, and here he was on his knees, not protesting in the slightest as I methodically de-styled his hair. Oh yes. Dominating a man like him—a powerful, has-his-shit-together man like Rick Pierce—was going to be fucking fun.

I moved a little closer, enough to encroach on his space. My erection was pushing against the front of my jeans just inches from him, and his eyes flicked toward it a couple of times.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.” I jerked my head toward my backpack on the floor. “Get my bag.”

He leaned to the side and grabbed the strap, which was just within his reach, and dragged the pack toward us. I crouched down, and as I unzipped the bag, he licked his lips. I hadn’t brought much—cuffs, some bondage tape, lube, condoms. There’d be plenty of opportunities to try out different toys. Tonight was still for feeling each other out, finding boundaries and figuring out if we were comfortable enough together to move on to the more fun stuff. And I hoped like hell we were—I’d already thought of lots of ways to tease and torment him.

“So.” I glanced at the toys. “What do you have in mind for tonight?”

He eyed me, not letting his eyes flick downward for even a second. “What do I have in mind?”

I nodded.

“You’re the Dom.” He moistened his lips. “The only thing I have in mind is whatever you tell me to do.”

Oh, be still my beating heart.

“Good,” I whispered. “Perfect.”