Delighting Daisy Read Free

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    Women fortunately , or unfortunately , always looked for something els e, something deeper from her partner .
    Well , m ost women. How she wished she could be like those other women, to have sex for the sa ke of having sex.
    Lost in thoughts of sex and the sexy agent she’d like to be having it with , she didn’t realize the chief hadn’t answered her for several minutes . She turned round.
    “Holy, shit,” s he screeched.
    Leaning against the office door was Gideon Sinclair. “I’m not the director.”
    “No shit , Sherlock .” Yeah, her mouth was getting the best of her, but holy Moses , the man had scared her.
    “What do you want?”
    “You.”
    Daisy took a step backwards , her butt knocking off a stack of papers she’d just straightened.
    “I, umm. U mm.”
    “Come here.” He hadn’t straightened from his relaxed position against the door, but she could hear the steel in his voice.
    She tried to speak again , but couldn’t. Well, what did you say when the man of your fantasies told you he wanted you , then ordered you into his arms?
    Apparently stand there li ke a dunce because Daisy didn’t move.
    Couldn’t.
    “I told you I was going to fuck you. Now come here.”
    She knew she must have the doe- in - the - headlight look on her face, because he smiled. Like a hunter about to pounce on his prey.
    “Did that make your panties wet, Daisy?”
    If only he knew.
    She didn’t know what to do. Yeah, she could order him out and she was pretty certain if she sounded convincing enough he’d turn around and leave without a word. Trouble was, she didn’t think she’d sound convincing. All she wanted to d o was walk into his arms.
    “If you make me come to you, I’ll have to punish you for disobeying me.” This time he did straighten but neither made a move toward the other.
    “Last chance, Daisy. If you don’t come here, I’m going to paddle that big, luscious ass of yours until it ’ s bright red.”
    She groaned and clenched the edge of the credenza to keep from falling into a boneless heap against the floor.
    “If that’s the way you want it .” He took a step toward her, then another. “I’m real glad you want it that way, baby. Cause I like nothing better than making my woman obey.”
    He continued to move, reaching back to draw his t-shirt over this head.
    “Do you like to be told what to do? Do you want to submit to me, Daisy? To give yourself over to me completely?” He stopped about two feet from her, his magnificent chest bare to her view. He was simply gorgeous. Broad shoulders, thick muscular arms. His jeans were drawn tight against his crotch, revealing his erection. A huge erection.
    She licked her lips as she looked.
    “Answer me.”
    She lifted her head and me t his gaze. His eyes were burning with desire. Desire for her. This was her dream come true, but was she ready for it? Yes, she’d fantasi z ed about bondage and submission, and just about everything else. And usually those fantasies involved her and this half-naked man before her. But was she ready?
    He closed the distance between them.
    “You know I want you , don’t you Daisy?” He hands came out to tweak her nipples through her blouse.
    “Y es.” She let her head fall back and he took the hint, kissing her throat.
    “And you know I’d never hurt you?” His teeth grazed the edge of her jaw.
    “Yes.”
    “And you know I’d never embarrass you?” He whispered the qu estion in her ear before taking the lobe in his mouth and sucking.
    “God, yes.”
    She could have sworn she felt him smiling against her ear.
    His hands grabbed her arms and before she knew what was happening, she was sitting in her boss’s chair. He pushed it backwards until it bumped into the credenza , trapping her.
    “Let’s get you out of this shirt .” Hi s nimble fingers worked the buttons of her white cotton blouse. The only saving grace from its plainness was the fact that it was slightly see through, allowing the