Free Saved by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche Page B

my best comeback, but it had been a long few days, and I wasn’t at the top of my game.
    We walked down a long hallway that managed to be both industrial and somewhat homey. I couldn’t put my finger on it until Corbin stopped before one of the wide doors.
    “This place looks like it used to be a hotel.”
    “It did, but it’s been completely renovated. Welcome home.”
    Lights flickered on as we entered. To my right was a large kitchen, smooth surfaces instead of useless appliances like stoves and refrigerators. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the sink, I might have mistaken it for an unfurnished bedroom. I would probably need an engineering degree to heat a kettle of water.  
    The entire front of the kitchen was a cutaway wall, giving a partial view of the combined living room and dining room. Normally, combined rooms made me think cheap and cramped. This was the opposite of that. Spacious yet comfortable. The blue and cream color palette was warmed by the recessed bookcase that lined one wall, the plush sofa and chairs, and the mottled texture of the painted walls. If the apartment had been a quarter the size, I would have called it cozy.
    I leaned forward, curious to see just how large the mahogany dining room table was, and counted twelve chairs. Perfect red roses sprang from three matching crystal vases, evenly spaced.  
    “Do you have one of those toilets that washes and dries your crack?”
    Corbin’s lips twitched. “Another great idea.” He set down my bag. “The bedroom is to your right.”
    I opened my mouth to ask him why he was telling me that, and he wrapped his arms around me and swept his tongue into my mouth. I instantly melted into a pile of warm contentment.  
    Corbin, Corbin, Corbin. Even his name, which I’d once thought foreign and dangerous, was enough to turn me on.  
    He pushed me up against the wall, his legs thrust between mine, opening me. My feet came off the floor. He tugged at my shirt and impatiently pulled it off. He rocked his hips forward and a pleasantly solid bulge pressed between my legs.  
    Moaning, I met his advance, rubbing my pussy against him. I could feel that my panties were damp, no, soaked… so wet that I was probably ruining my jeans.  
    With my back flat against the wall, he couldn’t remove my bra the rest of the way. He yanked down the cups, exposing my hardened nipples. He covered one in his large hand and stroked it between his thumb and forefinger. My excited nipple tightened even more for him.  
    He dipped his head to take it into his mouth, and I gasped. My fingers grabbed for something to hold onto, but there was nothing… except Corbin. He was keeping me pinned against the wall. If he stepped away, I would fall.
    But I knew I was safe.
    “It’s only been a few days,” I said chidingly as I ran my hands over his thin black sweater. Cashmere, I guessed. But hard as stone underneath. “Guess you missed me.”
    He grunted and caught my nipple between his teeth.  
    I smiled. It was so on. He moved his head, stretching my nipple while his tongue teased the tip. Intense little shocks zapped right down between my legs. His lips opened with a wet pop, releasing my nipple, and my entire body shuddered. He had no trouble holding me steady, and when he got tired of my making his life difficult, he caught both my wrists in his large hand and pinned my arms over my head.
    “Looks like someone needs her weekly spanking,” he said. “Or should we start with your daily oral sex?”
    I felt myself grow hot. It was cool in the apartment, but I could have still been in Florida because I felt perspiration adding to the wetness between my legs. “I need a shower,” I said.  
    “You need what I say you need,” Corbin corrected firmly. “And I’ve now decided you need a spanking. You remember where I said the bedroom is?” His face was mere inches from mine, and he stared into my eyes with such intensity that I found myself wondering how the hell this man