Free His Every Need by Terri L. Austin Page A

join a club. I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal, but
     it is to her.”
    He arched a brow. “I don’t care about your family troubles, Miss Campbell. Stop boring
     me with your domestic problems. You’re here to see to my needs, and so far, you’ve
     been abysmal.” He took a sip of wine and stared at her over the rim of his crystal
     glass.
    “I apologize, Trevor. My family problems have gotten in the way of fucking you. Would
     you like me to suck you off while you eat your salad?” She smiled as she offered to
     blow him, but underneath that sweet expression was rage. And he was delighted to see
     it. It made things so much more interesting when Allie was losing her shit.
    “No thank you, Miss Campbell, I think we can wait until after dessert.” The thought
     of Allie on her knees, taking him between those lush lips had his cock hard in seconds.
     He took in her stiff back and frozen smile. Her breasts were pushed up over the edge
     of her dress, giving him a mouth-watering glimpse of their fullness. He wanted to
     see them, touch them. He planned to make her ache just as he’d been aching. She needed
     to be taught a lesson for ignoring him.
    When she hadn’t made it home at the allotted time and hadn’t called to say why she
     was late, he’d felt… He put down his fork and rubbed the center of his chest.
    Fuck that. He wanted her. He’d paid for her. He was going to have her.
    She needed to be put firmly in her place. He’d punish her for wasting his time. He
     would have been more productive today if he hadn’t been worrying about her. And for
     that she would pay.
    ***
    Allie grabbed her wine and drank half the glass. Was he really going to ask her to
     blow him after dessert? Could she go through with it? She’d told herself a million
     times that’s why she was here in the first place, but the anticipation was making
     her crazy.
    As she picked at her food, Trevor seemed deep in thought, and whatever he was thinking
     about didn’t make him happy. He scowled, his fingers white where he gripped the fork.
     Then suddenly, he laid it down on the side of his plate and rubbed his chest.
    Placing her hand on his arm, Allie leaned toward him. “Are you all right? Are you
     having chest pains?” She was worried about him. Not that he deserved it.
    He blinked a few times before glancing at her. Immediately, the scowl was replaced
     by his taunting smile. He stared into her eyes before gazing down at her hand. “Actually,
     I was thinking about you crawling under the table and taking me in your throat while
     I ate my cheesecake.”
    Allie snatched her hand back and smiled sweetly. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”
     Like hell. She had no intention of doing any such thing and would probably poke him
     with her fork if she thought he was seriously suggesting it. However, it was her fault
     for stupidly bringing it up in the first place. So, maybe no fork poking. Maybe.
    “I think I’m ready now, Miss Campbell. Neither one of us seems to be interested in
     our food tonight. Let’s retire to the drawing room, shall we?”
    She gazed into his hard, gray eyes. Her heart began to pound. This was it, time to
     put out and shut up.
    He stood and moved behind her, pulling her chair back before taking her hand. Leading
     her out of the dining room and up the stairs, through one hallway and then another,
     they reached a large room at the back of the house. This room seemed more to Trevor’s
     taste—long leather couches, book-lined shelves, and tall windows that looked out onto
     the lighted garden. She wandered around, nervously touching things here and there—the
     inlaid cigar box on a side table, the globe in a brass base, the bust of some Greek
     or Roman man with half a nose. The room was dimly lit by one large table lamp in the
     corner.
    Trevor moved to the wet bar by the windows. The lighting left him in the shadows,
     making his cheekbones more pronounced, giving him a wicked,