Tell Me a Desire (The Story Series Book 2) Read Free

Probably. Still, I had a couple of hours before I needed to be at my store. Hearing Caleb’s deep voice and watching him move with precision made me crave his body. I didn’t want to think about babies and commitment right then. We hadn’t had sex in more than two days, and now I wanted my boyfriend to fuck me. Creatively.
    “Don’t you want to be my date?” I whispered, then lowered my head.
    He put his index finger under my chin and tilted my face upward. “I always want to be your date, Emma doll.”
    Still biting my lip, I motioned with my finger for him to come closer. He put his ear near my mouth—we’d practiced this vague age-play game before because it turned us both on—and I whispered.
    “I also wanted you to touch me.”
    “Really?” he murmured. “Where?” He brushed a thumb over my mouth, releasing my lip from the grip of my teeth.
    I opened and bit the pad of his thumb. With a grave expression on his face, he withdrew his hand and sank into his chair. “Don’t be naughty, Emma. Do as I say and I’ll consider being your date tonight.”
    “What do you want me to do?” I fluttered my eyelashes.
    He steepled his hand and tapped his index fingers together, looking to the ceiling. When he lowered his steel-blue gaze to me, I twitched and tensed. Between my legs.
    “First, take off your panties for me.”
    I stood, and without removing my eyes from his, I slipped my underwear off and let them fall to the floor unceremoniously.
    “Now sit back on the desk again,” he ordered. His low, silky voice, the physical quality I loved most about him, was at its finest when he was telling me what to do sexually. I sat back and tried not to smile in anticipation of his next command. My breathing quickened.
    “Now what?” I swallowed hard.
    “Open your legs.”
    I did, but only a little. As needy and feverish as I was for him, I knew the rules: tease and then tease some more. The late afternoon sun shifted from behind a cloud, and the entire office sparkled as Florida’s sunset hues poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows. There were times everything Caleb and I did seemed beautifully surreal and magical. Like this moment.
    “More. Wider. Like that.”
    I spread myself for him, but because of my skirt, he could see nothing. He leaned back in the chair casually and raked his eyes over me. The corner of his mouth lifted and his dimple emerged.
    “Lift your dress. Higher.” Our eyes met and he traced a line up my thigh with his finger, his voice softening and my skin prickling at his touch.
    Delighted with his wickedness, I lifted my skirt. He lifted an eyebrow and smiled slowly, lazily. I noticed a slight pink had crept onto his sculpted cheekbones, and the black of his pupils had nearly overtaken his blue eyes. My gaze skittered down, and I could see the outline of his erection in his suit pants. Lifting my skirt around my waist, I opened my legs even wider and was unable to hold back a little whimper of happiness. Everything about him was addictive, from his voice to the hunger he inspired within me.
    “Let me see more. All of you.”
    I slipped my hand between my legs and slowly circled the throbbing nerves as my arousal built. “Is that good enough?”
    He watched with glinting eyes as I toyed with the curves of my body, my breathing growing heavier by the second.
    “Stop, Emma.”
    I didn’t want to, but I did.
    He tilted his head and stared at me. “God, you’re so wet. I can see from here. And so swollen.” Rolling his chair closer to me, he extended his hand and lightly spread me apart with his index and middle fingers. He stared at me with big eyes, and as always, I was turned on even more.
    This wasn’t the first time he’d gazed at me like this, but every time he did, I felt exposed and bared to him. Not uncomfortable, though. Far from it. When he focused on me with such raw desire, I felt powerful.
    Worshipped.
    Perfect.
    “Beautiful and pink,” he whispered. “And so, so