Free Freefall (The Indigo Lounge Series, #5) by Zara Cox Page B

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    “Keely,” my tone reminds her of our agreement.
    She glares harder and the urge to test her boundaries claws through me.
    “Don’t give me that tone. You want me to not swear, then you tell me upfront what I’m walking into. At least tell me what you’re doing before you start flicking switches. Or the deal is off.” She tucks her bag under her arm and brushes her hand over her skin in an attempt to get rid of the mist.
    “Fine,” I reply. “Then I guess I should tell you that once imbedded in skin, the aphrodisiac’s effect doesn’t wear off for four hours?”
    Her eyes bulge. “What? Are you serious?”
    “I don’t joke about my inventions.”
    “Your inventions . You mean you designed this? I thought you were...” Her words taper off and she frowns.
    “A what?”
    Her head tilts and strands of her blonde hair caress her neck and cleavage. I don’t even bother to avert my gaze. She has a beautiful pair of tits. Ones my hands and mouth are itching to touch and taste. I return my gaze to her face when she keeps silent. The look in her eyes has slightly altered, and I know the effects of the aphrodisiac are in her bloodstream now.
    I’ve never been into forced sex, but God, the Fuck Me look in her eyes make me wish she was mine to do with as I wish. And I wish many, many things with this woman.
    She shakes her head. “It’s...umm...your online bio said you’re the CEO of S3, the hedge fund company.”
    “Yes, that’s true. But I’m also a few other things.”
    A corner of her mouth lifts, and she glances over her shoulder at the dissipating mist. “An aphrodisiac inventor, obviously. Where the hell do you learn to become an aphrodisiac inventor, anyway?” She’s pulling her wrap from her shoulders in a slow, sexy movement that makes my temperature spike.
    “I could tell you, but then I’d have to fuck you. And you don’t want that, do you, Keely?”
    Her mouth compresses. “That’s not even remotely funny. And it’s the sort of thing that could see you slapped with a sexual harassment suit.”
    I straighten. “But I’m not your employer. We don’t even work together. I’m just your tour guide. Shall we continue?”
    She stares at me for another few seconds before she nods. I walk her into the next room.
    “This one is pretty much self-explanatory.”
    She gazes warily around the spank room as if she expects one of the many whips and floggers to attack her in a moment. I restrain a smile and watch her walk around the room, checking a list on her tablet.
    “I have eight gadgets on my list. There are nine in here,” she snaps with a touch of exasperation. “I can’t start emailing clients the activity sheets if things are going to be added and taken off without my knowledge.”
    “I had the last addition flown in this morning.”
    “Which one is it?”
    “This one.” I lead her to a black and velvet indigo free-standing cubicle. Inside there are two horizontal bars at the top with restraints dangling from them. I watch her face as she examines everything.
    “How is this different from the bench and the bed?” she asks.
    I smile. “It won’t make sense until you witness it for yourself. Wanna be my guinea pig?”
    She rolls her eyes. “I think you know the answer to that.”
    Despite her reply, the interest in her eyes is clear to see, as is the unsettled pulse at her throat that hasn’t quite returned to normal.
    I decide to test the true level of her interest. “I’m testing it out tomorrow. Swing by and see for yourself.”
    Her gaze connects with mine. “You’re testing it out? Who with?”
    I hide a smile at the ticked off note in her voice I’m sure she thinks is nothing but curiosity. I recognize it for what it is. Keely Benson is territorial. She’s deeply possessive to a depth I’m sure even she isn’t aware of.
    “Stop by after lunch. See for yourself.”
    Leaving it at that, we finish the tour of the deck. We bypass the middle deck where the