Free XXX - 145 Enslave: The Taming of the Beast by Cathy Yardley

step away from her.
She watched as he headed for the door, despair gnawing at her. Would he kick her out, then? What else could she do?
But instead of turning the door handle, he locked it. Then he looked back at her, with a helpless, overwhelming hunger that made her smile, a touch wickedly. When was the last time anyone had looked at her like that?
Never. Henry’s desire was completely self-centered, a performance rather than a gift.
She felt her own hunger stoked by Robert’s evident admiration. She felt a warm glow of confidence start to burn in her chest.
“Maybe there’s something I could do to help,” he muttered, walking back to his desk…back to her. He stood next to her , a flush of pink across his cheeks, but his eyes were determined. “Your husband has a lot of different accounts. He never pays attention, just tells me to ‘handle everything’ and not bother him with the details.” The resentment in his voice told her just how her husband had “handled” working with his accountant. Henry always wanted someone to give orders to. Someone he expected obedience from.
Oh, yes, Robert would help her. She felt a surge of something deliciously unfamiliar at the thought. Passion?
No. Power . So this was what Phillipe was talking about.
“If some of his money was to get temporarily misplaced,” Robert murmured, “he wouldn’t notice. Especially if it weren’t in the monthly report that he doesn’t miss anyway. As long as he had his spending money…” Robert cleared his throat, then looked at her, a small, mischievous smile on his face.
“Thank you, Robert,” her voice purred, approvingly. Would it be that easy, then? She wanted to kiss him with gratitude.
“But it’s putting my job on the line,” he interrupted. “I’m taking a lot of risk here. Once he found out—and he would—then my reputation would be ruined. He’s one of my biggest clients, and I’ve got a small firm here. I couldn’t just…”
She frowned, irritated. Was he backing out, then? “What are you saying, Robert?”
He sighed, looked away—then looked back at her. “I would need, er, a really good reason to do this,” he said.
She stared at him, not comprehending.
He seemed to steel himself, taking a deep breath. Then he reached out, fondling her breast lightly, tentatively. His palm froze over her nipple, and he stared at her, questioning.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to show triumph. It was too easy, really.
“Do you want me, then, Robert?” she found herself saying softly. “Do you want something specific, in exchange for helping a woman in distress?”
His eyes widened, and she felt his hand tremble against her. Then, without a word, he moved forward, kissing her with a hard fierceness she would not have expected from such a wiry, prepossessing-looking young man.
His mouth was firm on hers, his tongue teasing her lips, his hand increasing its pressure on her breast as he nudged her back further onto his desk. The door was locked. He wasn’t expecting anyone to interrupt.
It would be here, then.
She parted her legs, and he stepped easily between them. He reached down, fingers digging into her hip as he tugged her against him. She felt his erection, a sizable hardness, surprising her. And, even more surprising, her body went wet at the sensation.
In the past six years, every episode of sex with Henry had felt orchestrated—when he wanted, how he wanted. She was barely a participant. This was different. More urgent. More real. She wasn’t sure how else to describe it. It was simply more .
She kissed back, hard, and heard him growl against her lips as her hands went up to remove his tie, undo the buttons of his shirt until she could press her palms against the hot skin of his chest. He did the same, undoing the buttons on her blouse, taking it off, leaving her in just her skirt. She shifted her weight, wriggling, shoving her skirt up her waist and tearing off the panties that got in the way.
“Jelena,” he