Free Out of Bounds by Dawn Ryder Page B

sent a twist of need through her.
    “Goddamn it,” he swore, and pressed his forehead against the glass wall. His breathing was rapid and the grip on her butt tightened as if he was fighting the urge to release her. The layers of fabric between them were a torment from hell.
    “I want inside you, Sabra.” He shoved away from the wall with a vicious action that sent a vibration up the glass panel.
    “It’s fucking consuming me, and I don’t have time for emotional distractions. I should have taken care of the urge when I was at your house.”
    He moved away, shaking his head as if he was desperate to get her out of his mind. She lowered her leg, feeling exposed and naïve.
    Too damned vulnerable.
    “Well, excuse the hell out of me.”
    There was venom in her tone and her temper flared. She let it run wild, needing something to burn off the passion trying to make her knees buckle.
    He whipped around, but she beat him to the punch.
    “Don’t you touch me again. Maybe you’re sex on a stick and hotter than any man I’ve ever had in my bed, but at least my last boyfriend wasn’t such an egomaniac that sex was only about him. I’ve got higher standards than being fucked out of your system.”
    She opened the door, but it was slammed shut with a violence that shook the entire wall. He was only an inch from her back, and she could feel his body heat. His scent filled her nose, sending a stabbing bolt of need through her. His greater size overwhelmed her and turned up the heat burning her another few degrees. There was something about the way he demanded what he wanted that was sexy as sin, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
    “I deserved that,” he admitted next to her ear.
    “Yeah?” She turned around and shoved him. “Then why do you sound like those were the hardest words you’ve ever spoken?”
    He caught her wrists, clamping them in an iron grip.
    “Because they were. This is my domain—the gain, the risk, it’s all mine. I don’t apologize for telling people what I want. I am Nektosha. If you come into my world, be prepared to satisfy me.”
    He pressed all the way against her, the contact sending her blood racing.
    But the intercom buzzed, filling the office. “Mr. Nektosha?” The Asian security chief’s voice cut through the office. “Is there a problem?”
    “No, Kim. Close the intercom.”
    There was a quick buzz, confirming exactly what he’d claimed— it was his world. There was an undeniable allure about him, but it was the same sort of fascination she might have for a snake. The attraction stemmed from the danger, and the reality was, she was likely to end up the victim. She sighed and tried to twist her wrists free.
    “Better patch things up with Anastasia then, because I will not jump into your bed on command.”
    “You’ve never tried my commands in bed.” He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. “Sometimes, hearing what your partner wants is very stimulating.”
    His voice was dark and bold. Her knees went weak again as his cock pressed against her belly. She trembled with need so intense, she bit her lip to contain the little telltale sound that wanted to rise from her chest.
    “Be in the parking garage at ten to five.”
    “No.” It took every bit of self-control she had to deny what she wanted so badly.
    He moved so that he was hovering over her lips, but she turned her face. He growled, low and dangerously.
    “Why not?”
    “Because I am not Anastasia. You don’t tell me where and when to make myself available for your sexual needs.”
    “Your needs too, Sabra.” He drew in a deep breath next to her neck before lifting his head and locking gazes with her. “You’re wet and quivering with desire. For me .”
    He backed up, running a hand through his hair. “I promised you I’d keep this out of the office. So be in the garage.”
    So simple, yet so devoid of emotion too.
    Frustration was driving her insane. Her body was a mass of impulses, all of them doing