“I know. My baby’s such a hard worker.” He grinned, then grimaced and held on to my hand as I walked away, my fingers slipping from his grip as I separated us.

The day was going pretty well, and I smiled as I walked, happy to have my Nathan so close by. I felt lighter with him near. If he couldn’t be in the same office as me anymore, at least he was just down the hall.

Later that night, I moved about the kitchen, dinner in the works, and jumped when the door slammed, startling me. Nathan walked into the kitchen, a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said with a smile. He gave me a quick kiss, then moved to set the bottle on the counter as he shrugged out of his suit jacket.

My gaze followed him. “That took a while.”

“We needed the perfect wine to celebrate.”

“I thought we were celebrating with a couple of orgasms.”

He grinned. “Oh, we’ll be doing that later, once we have fuel in our systems. It’s going to be an all-nighter, I think.”

“Think you can keep it up that long?”

His hand slapped down against my ass, making me jump. “Are you challenging me? Because I’d rethink that, if I were you. Don’t make me break out the handcuffs and rope.”

My eyes widened and I smiled. “Ooh, what do I have to do to make that happen?”

“Fuck, stop talking.” His hand slapped my ass again, then grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. “Does my little slut need punishing?”

I hissed as his grip tightened. “Yes.”

He froze behind me. “Why? What did you do?”

The change in his demeanor had me shuddering in anticipation. Fear of his reaction kept my lips sealed tight, while my body was begging for him to know.

His hand slipped under my skirt and between my thighs. “Tell me.”

My heart was hammering in my chest as I drew it out longer. Nathan unleashed was the best, and I’d learned tricks. The more I denied him something, the more the dominant side of his personality took control.

So, I baited him.

“I played with myself.”

His grip tightened, and he growled in my ear. “When?”

It only took two seconds of silence for his hands to become heavier on my flesh. His c**k was digging into my back, rocking against me in small thrusts of his hips. The hand that was so close to my pu**y left and slapped my ass before returning.

“When did you touch what’s mine?”

I couldn’t see his face, but by the low, gravelly tone of his voice, I imagined he was snarling at me. He would snap any moment, and a fire burst through me at the thought.

“Today. In the bathroom at the office.”

He spun me around to face him, and I gasped at the anger on his face. A shiver ran through me when his hand gripped my chin.

“Did I just hear you correctly?” One side of his lip twitched up, and his eyes turned to slits. “You touched my pu**y when I was only feet away?”

My gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes. I needed him to take me. He was so close. After all, he did say he’d make it up to me, and there was no better way than unleashing the beast.

“And I didn’t wear panties for the rest of the day because they were soaked.”

He pulled my jaw closer and crashed his lips to mine.

He could barely breathe as his fury mingled with his cravings for me and for what was his.

It fueled me on as well.

I clawed at him as his teeth scraped down my neck before sinking against my skin, tingling and sending jolts through my body. His hands grabbed at me, pulling my skirt up as he picked me up and walked into the living room.

He set me down and began to unbutton his shirt. “Undress. Now. And I expect you to be sopping for me.”

That wasn’t going to be difficult—I already was. Now I just needed to get rid of my clothes as fast as possible. I bit my lip as I grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head. When I popped free, Nathan was already down to his boxer briefs.

He snarled up at me and stepped forward, reaching out and yanking my bra off the same way I had my sweater. “Too f**king slow, Delilah.” He pinched and pulled at my ni**les, making me cry out. I was having a hard time remembering which side the zipper to my skirt was on. When I found it, I tried to get it down, but it was stuck on something.

“I’m going to f**king rip it off if you don’t get it now.”

Fuck. If I didn’t like the skirt so much, I’d let him.

I gave the zipper another try, and it finally came free. The skirt slipped from my hips to the ground and I stepped out. He stood in front of me, completely naked and very hard.

His blue eyes were stormy as he stepped forward, grabbing onto my hair and bending my head back, then smashed his lips to mine. I moaned, lips parting as his tongue touched mine like he was trying to devour me. I gripped onto his shoulder and arched into him.

We were both out of breath when we parted, but his eyes were still dark and heavy.

My hand was wrapped around his shaft, lightly moving up and down before I squeezed with more pressure. I licked my lips and looked from his menacing, lust-filled eyes to the bead at the tip of his hard cock. A whimper crawled out of me—I was dying to be f**ked by him and the monster in my hand.

His jaw clenched while his head dropped back. The cords in his neck stood out, and so did his Adam’s apple.

“Jesus, my slut likes to tease me twenty-four-seven. It’s no wonder I have to send her dirty texts—to remind her what she does to me, and what she’s going to get in return.”

I chuckled. “It’s a tiring job, but someone’s gotta do it, and I can’t allow anyone else to since they won’t do it right.” I grabbed his hand and placed it between my thighs.

“Goddamn…you’re soaking wet. Such a f**king good girl. Makes me proud.” He growled low in his throat, his jaw clicking closed and clenching again.

I shuddered when his middle finger slid over my clit and dipped inside my pu**y.

“Fuck.”

Two of his fingers began pumping into me. “Oh, I will, but first I need to teach you a lesson before I f**k you into the floor, listening to you begging me to stop.”

The intensity of his mood directly transferred to me through his hand rocking into me and against my clit. His teeth dug in, biting his way down my neck with a harsh edge. I cried out when he bit down and pulled at my nipple. It was all so much, driving me with force to the edge. I was shaking, muscles tensing, but it wasn’t enough.