Lyon
Chapter 16

He can be so annoying sometimes, but oh so sexy. That take charge attitude of his is gonna get him thrown to the floor and ravaged. It didn’t help that he was wearing army green fatigues with a black muscle shirt, and his tats were on full display making me twitchy.

His pants were shoved into his Doc Martens, and there was a nice little bulge under his belt that promised all kinds of delights.

I was not going to get any work done with this character around, that’s for sure.

We were in his office by the time I got my drool under control.

He threw something at me from his drawer which I caught in mid air, keys. I couldn’t miss the emblem on them.

“What’s this.”

“Keys to the Merc.”

“Are you insane, you can’t just give me the keys to a Mercedes Benzª”

“Did I, or did I not, say you’re on the back of my bike and in my bed!”

“Yeah, but…”

“Please don’t tell me you’re one of those chicks that don’t know how your man is supposed to treat you…” He did that arm crossing thing again and I lost my train of thought.

“Listen up, if you’re under me, then that means you belong to me, and you’re my responsibility, so its my job to look out for you… are you getting this shit, cause I’m not repeating myself.”

“I hear you, but I just don’t understand.”

“What’s to understand. A man humbles a woman, he takes care of that woman, in all ways, so now you’re driving the Merc instead of that piece of shit truck. I’ll have one of the guys bring it out here from the house by knock off time.”

“But what if I scratch it…”

“So the f**k what, it’s a car, just make sure you don’t get scratched up… Forget about the ride. Where’s that book of yours?”

My face heated up, he has got to be kidding.

“You can’t read my book.”

“Don’t want to. We do this we’re doing it my way, and I don’t want someone else’s guidelines in your head, so hand it over.”

I dug in my bag and gave him the book with a little huff.

“See that right there, attitude, I like it. But sometimes if you give me shit at the wrong time there might be consequences.”

“I’m not turning off this shit outside the bedroom, this shit is twenty four seven, which means I say who, how and when. Speaking of which, did you tell Jared about this weekend?”

I shuffled my feet a little because I hadn’t yet, and I didn’t quite know how, so I just shook my head.

“Why not?”

“Um, I don’t know what to tell him?”

“What the f**k is so hard. You just tell him you’re not going, and if you have to, then tell him it was my call.”

“Are you saying I can’t be friends with Jared, because that’s so not fair, especially since you have that Rossetti chick coming in and out of here as she pleases.”

Oh shit, I wasn’t going to bring that up, or how it made me feel.

“Look at me. The relationship between you and Jared had better not be anything like the catastrophe I had with her.”

“She’s my past, you’re my future, and you have nothing to worry about on that score, so get her out your head. As for you rock climbing, it wouldn’t matter who you were doing it with.”

“I told you already, if you’re going to be doing that dangerous shit, then I have to be there to take care of you, so to answer your question, no, I’m not saying you can’t be friends. There’s just some things that you won’t be allowed to do anymore with him.”

Wait a damn minute.

“Excuse me, allowed?”

“Yep, that’s what a Dom does Angel, he makes those types of decisions. I don’t know what was in your book, but like I said, it’s not something I turn on and off. And if I don’t want you doing something you’re not doing it. We clear?”

“Yes, drill sergeant.” I saluted him.

“Cute, now get to work before that mouth gets you into trouble.” He looked down at my book with a look of distaste before throwing it in the trash.

Oh how I wish my mouth would get me in trouble. What happened to ‘you have one day to prepare’, and how pray tell did you prepare for…whatever it is I’m preparing for?

My face got hot again just thinking about it.

“What’re you thinking about now?”

Damn, didn’t he miss anything?

“Nothing, going to work now, lots to do.”

“Get back here.”

He pulled me back by my shirt, and I found myself riding that bulge again as his hands made a mess of my hair while his tongue played tag with mine.

“Sweet, f**k.”

That growl made me put a little extra wriggle into my grinding expedition.

“Keep that up you’re gonna get f****d in five minutes flat.”

He pressed his hard on into me. I was sure the wetness would seep through my clothes, and his, and leave a big wet spot for all the world to see.

“You better go, babe.” He said this even as he took my mouth again. How come none of the books ever mentioned that you could go dumb, deaf, and blind from a f**k awesome k**s?

He released me slowly, and I held on a little longer until I found my legs again.

“Go, baby.”

I hightailed it to my desk and sat down before I collapsed.

What a way to start the day. All this hotness was going to do me in, along with all the conversations we’d been having over the last two weeks. Between him trying to learn my every little secret, my ‘kink’ as he calls it, and his being so master of my domain, I wasn’t going to make it to V day.

He’d dragged my fetish for piercings and tats out of me, and divulged the fact that he had a piercing of his own, which made me swoon at just the thought. He didn’t tell me where it was, but I could guess.

His ears weren’t pierced, neither was his tongue, and I could see through his shirts that his nipples weren’t either, so that left only one place.

There she goes, I creamed on myself again.

I was about to head to the bathroom to fix myself when he came out of the office on his way to the shop.

“By the way, you’re coming home with me tonight.”