Free His to Possess #3: Perfect Storm by Opal Carew Page B

jealousy, she admonished herself.
    “Jessica, as soon as you’re finished here, join me in my office.”
    She closed her notebook. “I think we’re done now. I was just asking Melanie some questions about the company’s infrastructure.”
    He nodded and continued to his office, leaving the door open behind him. She stood up.
    “I’m going to go grab him a coffee. Want one?” she asked Melanie.
    “Sure, thanks.”
    Jessica left her stuff on Melanie’s desk while she poured three coffees, then dropped one off at Melanie’s desk, picked up her notebook and pen, and continued to Dane’s office.
    She placed the mugs on Dane’s desk, then went back and closed the door.
    He sipped the coffee. “Thanks.” He picked up the mug and moved to the sitting area by the window. She sat across from him.
    “I wanted to talk about last Friday. You’ve had the weekend to think about things, and I just want to ensure you’re still okay with what happened between us.”
    He was offering her the chance to return their relationship to business only.
    “Yes. I’m fine with it.”
    Fine with it? Now there was a glowing recommendation of what they’d done. Way to show your enthusiasm.
    His blue eyes watched her, assessing her expression.
    “No regrets?”
    She shook her head. “None.”
    “Good.” He leaned toward her and smiled. “With our new arrangement, I will periodically set down rules or assign you tasks of a more personal nature.” He raised an eyebrow. “Understood?”
    “Yes, Mr. Ranier.”
    His smile broadened, revealing his even white teeth.
    “Very good. Now come over here.”
    She stood up, her insides quivering in anticipation. She’d been longing for his touch all weekend. Dreaming of their bodies entwined, his massive erection sliding into her. Melanie had tried to set her up with a male friend on Friday night, but she’d declined, even though her desire for a man thrummed through her. The problem was, the only man who she’d be satisfied with was Dane.
    She stepped in front of him, wondering if he would stroke her breasts. Or ask her to strip down in front of him. Or kneel in front of him and unzip his pants, then reach inside …
    “Turn around,” he instructed.
    As soon as she’d turned around, her back to him, he ran his hand along her hip, then over her ass. His fingertip plucked at the elastic of her panties through the fabric of her skirt.
    “Are you wearing pantyhose or stockings?”
    “Pantyhose,” she said.
    “Turn around again.”
    She turned back to face him and his gaze fell on her crotch area. She felt heat well inside her.
    “From now on, when you’re at work, I want you to wear a garter belt and stockings. And instead of these bikini panties, you will wear a thong. Over the garter belt, not under it.”
    So they would be easier to take off while leaving on the stockings.
    Her vagina clenched. God, she wished he would touch her.
    “Yes, sir. Should I go home at lunch and change?”
    He chuckled. “No, tomorrow will be fine.”
    He stood up, placing his body intimately close to hers. If she leaned forward a hair, her breasts would brush his chest. She gazed up at him, wondering if he would kiss her. At the gleam in his eyes, she was sure he would and she raised her chin in anticipation.
    He leaned a little closer, his eyes twinkling. “It’s time to go back to work.”
    Surprised, she drew in a breath and took a step back. “Yes, sir.”
    She retrieved her notebook and pen from his desk, and then headed out the door. When she got to her own office, she sat down and sucked in air. Damn, now she was hot and horny with no outlet in sight.
    She remembered that she had left her mug in his office. She could go back and get it and, while she was there, make it clear she wanted him. But if she did that, she would get nowhere. Dane enjoyed being in control. When they made love again, it would be because it was his idea, not hers.
    For some reason, that made it all the