woman was sitting just outside the door listening to her screams, her pleading. Turnabout was fair play.
She walked into her office and noticed the connecting door between her office and Reed’s was closed. He was probably over there debating if he’d be seriously injured if he tried to escape via his window. She glanced at the street. They were nine floors up—he was trapped. She laughed again.
She’d followed through with the wager when she was on the losing end and he’d made her pay big time. Revenge could be so very, very sweet.
She picked up the bag tucked beneath her desk and pulled out the chin up pole she’d purchased earlier in the week. Once the connecting door to their offices was open, she intended to put it up in the frame. It was supposed to be used for pull-ups, but the secure bar was going to serve a different purpose today.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She’d been calmer when she’d been the loser. She was too excited, wanted this fantasy too much. Until Reed’s D/s game the other week, she’d always envisioned herself in the Domme role, never as the sub. While she ?? d loved everything Reed did to her, there was a large part of her that felt like a child on Christmas morning about to open the ultimate gift. Another glance at her watch proved she was wasting time.
Reed was a man of his word. Regardless of his reticence or the fact he was pissed as shit about losing, he’d be here very soon, ready to pay up. And oh, how she’d make him pay.
She rushed into the bathroom attached to her office, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. Quickly, she removed every piece of clothing. The vinyl catsuit slid onto her body like a second skin. It was one piece and zipped up the front. She made sure to leave the front open to reveal a couple inches of her cleavage. The clothing would give Reed an eyeful of her ample breasts, but not much more. By the time she was finished with him, he’d be begging for all of her.
She heard a knock at the door. She cracked the door to the bathroom and watched Reed walk into her office like a man going to meet his executioner. He started to close the connecting door behind him.
“I’ll be out in a moment.” She stood in such a way that he wouldn’t be able to see her. “Leave the door between our offices open and put the bar on my desk up. Once you’re finished, I want you to kneel in the doorway and wait for me.”
“Frankie.” His tone proved he was pissed as shit at being ordered around.
“Do it.” She shut the bathroom door firmly, not giving him a chance to say more. This was her fantasy and she’d won it fair and square.
She pulled her hair loose from its ponytail, fluffing out her long dark tresses in a way that said fuck me . She rarely wore her hair unpinned and she couldn’t wait to see Reed’s eyes when he saw it down for the first time. She quickly applied some shiny lip gloss and pinched her cheeks.
Life certainly hadn’t been dull since Reed Donovan had entered her world and while she knew exactly what she wanted to happen today, she also knew that she wanted him to enjoy their interlude as well. He’d managed to take his darkest fantasy and somehow make it hers too. She wanted him to like what she did to him, wanted him hot and bothered and turned on. Before she could hold back the thought, she realized she wanted him to want this as much as she did. And then she wanted him to want more.
Chapter Five
Reed tested the strength of the pull-up equipment Frankie had purchased and tried not to imagine what she had in mind for the pole. Shit. Damn woman was hell on his libido. He was trying to be pissed about losing the bid. In the past, whenever he’d lost a potential client, he’d gone into a funk for days, walking around like a bear with a thorn in his claw. Biting off the head of anyone who dared to step in his way.
Today, he’d listened to the CEO of Simply Lovely list her reasons for choosing Frankie’s bid and all he
She walked into her office and noticed the connecting door between her office and Reed’s was closed. He was probably over there debating if he’d be seriously injured if he tried to escape via his window. She glanced at the street. They were nine floors up—he was trapped. She laughed again.
She’d followed through with the wager when she was on the losing end and he’d made her pay big time. Revenge could be so very, very sweet.
She picked up the bag tucked beneath her desk and pulled out the chin up pole she’d purchased earlier in the week. Once the connecting door to their offices was open, she intended to put it up in the frame. It was supposed to be used for pull-ups, but the secure bar was going to serve a different purpose today.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She’d been calmer when she’d been the loser. She was too excited, wanted this fantasy too much. Until Reed’s D/s game the other week, she’d always envisioned herself in the Domme role, never as the sub. While she ?? d loved everything Reed did to her, there was a large part of her that felt like a child on Christmas morning about to open the ultimate gift. Another glance at her watch proved she was wasting time.
Reed was a man of his word. Regardless of his reticence or the fact he was pissed as shit about losing, he’d be here very soon, ready to pay up. And oh, how she’d make him pay.
She rushed into the bathroom attached to her office, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. Quickly, she removed every piece of clothing. The vinyl catsuit slid onto her body like a second skin. It was one piece and zipped up the front. She made sure to leave the front open to reveal a couple inches of her cleavage. The clothing would give Reed an eyeful of her ample breasts, but not much more. By the time she was finished with him, he’d be begging for all of her.
She heard a knock at the door. She cracked the door to the bathroom and watched Reed walk into her office like a man going to meet his executioner. He started to close the connecting door behind him.
“I’ll be out in a moment.” She stood in such a way that he wouldn’t be able to see her. “Leave the door between our offices open and put the bar on my desk up. Once you’re finished, I want you to kneel in the doorway and wait for me.”
“Frankie.” His tone proved he was pissed as shit at being ordered around.
“Do it.” She shut the bathroom door firmly, not giving him a chance to say more. This was her fantasy and she’d won it fair and square.
She pulled her hair loose from its ponytail, fluffing out her long dark tresses in a way that said fuck me . She rarely wore her hair unpinned and she couldn’t wait to see Reed’s eyes when he saw it down for the first time. She quickly applied some shiny lip gloss and pinched her cheeks.
Life certainly hadn’t been dull since Reed Donovan had entered her world and while she knew exactly what she wanted to happen today, she also knew that she wanted him to enjoy their interlude as well. He’d managed to take his darkest fantasy and somehow make it hers too. She wanted him to like what she did to him, wanted him hot and bothered and turned on. Before she could hold back the thought, she realized she wanted him to want this as much as she did. And then she wanted him to want more.
Chapter Five
Reed tested the strength of the pull-up equipment Frankie had purchased and tried not to imagine what she had in mind for the pole. Shit. Damn woman was hell on his libido. He was trying to be pissed about losing the bid. In the past, whenever he’d lost a potential client, he’d gone into a funk for days, walking around like a bear with a thorn in his claw. Biting off the head of anyone who dared to step in his way.
Today, he’d listened to the CEO of Simply Lovely list her reasons for choosing Frankie’s bid and all he
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