Free Indulging Sin by W. Lynn Chantale Page B

all the way over here. Dressed like this?”
    His voice, low and seductive, held a hint of danger. He disapproved of her state of undress, but she was reckless enough to accept the consequences of her actions.
    Sin tossed her hair from her face and stared at him over her shoulder. “I did. The whole time I was driving all I could think about was you.” She wiggled her hips for emphasis. “I knew you wouldn’t toss me out dressed like this.”
    “Did you?”
    She hesitated when he stepped away. Had she gone too far with her plan of seduction? Could he blame her? She hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks, she couldn’t just wait at home.
    She twisted her head left and right, but he was beyond her field of vision. Her pulse pounded a little harder. Waiting was driving her crazy.
    Heat enveloped her back, while the smooth chilliness of his jeans teased her bare buttocks. She closed her eyes as his hands cupped her breast, tugging at the tight material until they spilled free. He fondled the taut peaks, pinching and pulling on the nubs until she hummed in pleasure. Each squeeze sent a fresh trickle of moisture between her thighs.
    He swept her hair over her shoulder and off her neck so he could nibble on the exposed skin. Her knees buckled and his deep chuckle only added to the liquid pooling between her legs.
    “You know the biggest thrill for me?” His lips caressed the sensitive hollow of her shoulder.
    “What’s that?” She ground against the bulge wedged in the crack of her ass.
    He fluttered one hand over her collarbone to trace the silver locket nestled in the hollow of her throat. “Seeing you wear this.”
    Her lips twisted upward while pleasure stole through her. Every day she was away, she fingered the small heart, thinking of him. Abruptly he left her, leaving her cold and bereft. “No.”
    “You were supposed to wait.”
    She tensed as he ran a finger down the curve of her spine. “But I...”
    Faint whistling split the air before something flat and cold smacked her bottom. She jumped at the impact. He did it again, a little harder. The sensation rode from her behind to her clit and nipples. Just when she grew to anticipate the gentle thud of his makeshift paddle, the flat of his hand caused her to cry out.
    Jolts and tingles sang through her bloodstream and the sharp sting left her aching for more. She embraced the pleasure/pain. Her thong was shoved aside and he rubbed a finger across her dripping entrance. It had been so long since he’d touched her, since she’d had an orgasm. If he kept teasing her it wouldn’t take long.
    “Please, Moses.”
    “Tell me, Sin. How many times have you touched yourself while you were away?”
    She thrust against his hand as he circled the hard bundle of nerves and slowly inserted a single finger. His languid penetration, although it was a lone digit, was almost enough to send her into a climax. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
    “Well?”
    “None.” And she hadn’t. She’d done that once before only to have him bring her to the brink of orgasm on numerous times and not give her relief. While the teasing was phenomenal, walking around edgy for a day or two was not her idea of fun, although when she did have an orgasm it left her limp and horny for days.
    “Too bad. I was looking forward to teasing you.” He changed the rhythm and pressure of his fingers.
    “I’m sure you were.”
    Barking laughter floated through the office. Sin sighed and Moses’ fingers stilled, then slipped from her swollen folds.
    “Damn, sweetheart. I’ve got a wrestler coming in and I can’t have this heel know you’re here.” He eased from her body.
    She whimpered, clenching her muscles to keep him from leaving, but to no avail. She glanced around the room. The only logical place for her to hide was beneath his desk. Ah, and there were ways to make sure his focus would be on her. She straightened her corset, shoving her boobs back into the