Free His Contract: Legally Bound, Book 1 by Rebecca Grace Allen Page B

good-bye and ended the call, he was standing, holding out her coat.
    “We should get going.”
    She silently slipped her arms into the sleeves and they walked to his car, saying little else as she directed him to her apartment.
    He cut the engine in front of it. “I’ll see you inside.”
    It was the right thing to do—to make sure she was safe.
    Inside the building, Lilly led him up a creaking set of stairs, stopping to face him when they reached her door. “Thanks for the coffee.”
    “You’re welcome.” They were close to one another. Too close. “Have a good night.”
    As Jack turned, he saw something mischievous in her eyes.
    “You too,” she said. “Sir.”
    Jack couldn’t stop himself.
    Before Lilly had time to gasp, he had her pressed against the wall, her purse clattering to the ground as he pinned her wrists on either side of her head. She was playing with fire, using that title again, and he wasn’t going to let her get away with it.
    “Do you know what it does to me to hear you say that?”
    Lilly shook her head, her eyes wide.
    “No? You don’t know how crazy it makes me?” He pulled her hands above her head and trapped them together in one of his. “Because I think you do.”
    Jack pushed his hips against hers. She arched and whimpered.
    “Oh, yes. Your body is telling me you do, little girl .”
    Her legs buckled. Jack’s grip was the only thing keeping her from slipping down the wall. He grasped her chin, brought a fingertip to her quivering lower lip and pulled down on it, opening her mouth to him.
    “This is what you like, isn’t it?”
    Lilly whined. It was a desperate, needy sound. Jack wanted all her sounds, to hear her beg. To see what she’d look like when she came. He freed her mouth and stroked down her jaw to the column of her throat, leaning in to brush his nose along hers.
    “Isn’t it?” he repeated, putting a little more pressure on her neck.
    She nodded quickly, a tight movement she seemed barely able to make. Jack dragged his nose over her cheek and breathed against her ear.
    “Tell me you want this.”
    Lilly shivered. Her dress rode up an inch, and Jack slid his thigh between hers to rub against the damp fabric there. Her whole body bucked off the wall, her need palpable, but she still didn’t answer. Something was stopping her, making her fight to keep the words inside.
    Impatient, Jack drew her hair into his fingers and made a fist, twisting her head so she had no choice but to look at him.
    “Tell. Me.”
    He searched her eyes, his stare hot and unwavering until she finally succumbed.
    “I want this, Sir,” she whispered. “I want you.”
    His mouth open, lips poised against hers, he said, “Good.”
    Then Jack kissed her, slipped his tongue into her mouth the way he wanted to fuck into her body. She kissed him back, hungry and eager, and Jack groaned, a deep, guttural noise of satisfaction. Letting go of her wrists, he drove both his hands into her hair and kissed her deeply, tasting her, teeth against teeth. He could feel her heat through his jeans. He wanted inside her, and if they did this a second longer, he was going to break down her door and fuck her in her hallway, safeword or not.
    No safeword. Fuck!
    Jack broke off the kiss. Released her hair and took a step back. “We need to stop.”
    His voice was hoarse, and he glided his fingers over his mouth despite his uncertainty, as if he could rub their kiss into his skin. Lilly was breathing fast, her palms pressed into the wall. He itched to soothe her, but he couldn’t. She’d been through hell, and here he was about to take her with no limits, no boundaries set.
    If he went near her again, he’d lose it.
    “I have to go,” he told her. “Before anything else happens.”
    “Okay.” Her gaze dropped to the floor. God, she looked so confused. He couldn’t leave her like this.
    Wrestling back his control, he moved in and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Go