Then again, I found it wasn’t me I had to worry about. Andrew came and sat down on the edge of my desk a few minutes before lunch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the obvious displeasure looming on Nathan’s beautiful features.

The conversation with Andrew was innocent enough: talk of work, lunch, and the poor intern Kelly put into the dog house.

“Lila, it looks like you’ve got some dirt on your neck.” Andrew reached out to brush it away.

A slight twinge of pain alerted me to the “dirt” that he was brushing over. My eyes grew wide, my face heating up. Andrew’s hand stilled and he bent down slowly. The motion of his hand faltered before his eyes lifted to meet mine.

“Oh, I see,” he said, the realization setting in. His hand dropped away from my skin and he cleared his throat in an effort to disperse the awkward moment. “So, I was thinking that little gyro place for lunch down the street, sound good?”

“Yeah, um, they have really good chicken there,” I replied.

I could feel Nathan’s gaze, and knew he was looking over at us.

“What?” I heard Andrew question.

I looked up to find them staring at one another. I had the sneaking suspicion that had we been outside the office, they would have been toe-to-toe, trying to duke it out. Whatever “it” was. I was certain it had to be a macho-guy thing. Who had the bigger dick and what-not.

“Nothing, just trying to get some work done in here. Your persistent talking is distracting. Go bother someone else,” Nathan replied.

Andrew’s jaw tightened and his fist clenched as he stood from his perch on the end of my desk. He faced Nathan, and they continued their silent battle. I let out a sigh that seemed to bring both of their attentions back to me.

Andrew left with a promise to see me at lunch and headed out the door. I turned to look back at Nathan, now glaring at me. He mouthed the word, “Mine,” before turning back to his computer and continuing on with his workload.

I almost cried when we got ready to leave a few hours later.

Finally.

Release.

Nathan and I ended up alone in the elevator for the ride down that night. I was pressed against the wall before the doors even closed. My body bowing into his, my arms around his neck as our lips crashed together, each of us desperate for some sense of control.

He pulled away and pressed his forearms on the wall on either side of my head before continuing our text conversation from earlier. “You would make a great sub.” His breath washed over my cheek.

“If the pain of whips and chains excited me,” I added. “Do they excite you?”

He chuckled. “No, Delilah, they don’t, but…” He paused, thinking. “Hmm, tie you up and f**k you any way I want? Oh, yes. I’ve got some positions I want to try. Ones that would open you up, allowing my c**k to slide all the way in. Deep, very deep. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My c**k buried all the way inside your tight, little pu**y? Fuck, that’s what I’m going to do when I get you home.”

We hurried back to our building, both of us near bursting from all of our teasing. He at least got off once, while I was left to suffer.

We weren’t even through the door of his condo when he had me pinned against the wall, grinding into me. Our movements were frantic and needy as he lifted me up and pulled me back into his bedroom.

He let me go and began loosening his tie, placing it on the bed before removing his suit jacket. His eyes were dark as he looked me over and licked his lips. “Strip for me, baby.”

Without hesitation, I began removing my clothing. He was watching me intently as he stripped himself. He groaned when I turned to unzip my skirt and lowered it to the ground, letting him get a good look at my backside as I bent over.

“Yes.” He nodded. “You’d make a great sub. Train you up a bit and you’d make a Dom very happy.”

I turned and gaped at him.

“What? It’s true,” he said as he slid his pants off.

I knew he was teasing, trying to get a rise out of me. “I already told you, it doesn’t excite me.”

He moved to stand in front of me, his hands around my back, pulling me to him. “Have you ever tried?”

“I don’t like physical pain that’s meant to hurt. And are you telling me you’re a closet Dom?”

He leaned in to nip my neck. “No, but I do love to dominate, take what I want. You especially. You make it so easy, like you’re begging for it. I may not have a playroom and toys, but I will tell you what to do because I own your body.”

I stepped back, my skin heating. It was true; he did own me, more than he knew. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“I can. Tell me, Delilah. Say it.”

I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes. I knew what he wanted. “Yours,” I whispered as I bit my bottom lip and looked at his chest.

His fingers made their way to my jaw and tilted my head up so we could meet eye-to-eye. “What was that?”

“I’m f**king yours!” I growled out in frustration and embarrassment.

“That’s right. Mine.”

He wasted no time at all in showing me how much he owned me.

“Feel that?” he asked as he stepped toward me.

I cocked my eyebrow at him. “Feel what? What are you talking about?”

He smirked at me and taunted me in a maddening, delicious way. “You don’t feel it?”

“I can feel you looking at me like a piece of meat, if that’s what you’re talking about?” I was growing tired of the distance between us. I stepped closer and he stepped to the side.

“No, you don’t. You have to feel it first.”

I groaned in frustration. “Forget it. I thought you were going to make today worth my while, not play stupid games with me. I’m sick of this shit!”

I was ready to grab my stuff and head back out the door. B.O.B. was always willing to help me out. Though he probably needed dusting off from the months of non-usage.

“I’m talking about that knot in your stomach. The wetness dripping down your thigh. Your pu**y clenching and pulsing, ready, all just from the way I’m looking at you. If you can’t feel it, then you’re more f**ked up than I thought.” He stalked toward me with that damn smirk plastered in place.

My anger was expanding with every second that he kept being such a prick. “Of course I feel those things. I’ve been feeling them all damn day long. So, what’s the point? You already know you do that to me.”