Free Flesh: Part Three (The Flesh Series Book 3) by Sky Corgan

CHAPTER ONE

    I don't know what to
do. I know what my body wants to do, but it's not right. I didn't
come here for this, even if I secretly wanted it to happen.
    Yes, this is why I
wore my most seductive business attire. This is why I spent hours in
front of the mirror, making sure I looked perfect. This is what
played through my head the entire drive over to his house. It's not
what I actually expected to happen though.
    Already, my
breathing is becoming unsteady. My body is on edge. Just the feel of
his hand on my face—it's like the skin to skin contact is
pumping an aphrodisiac into me. I'm having the most difficult time
keeping focused, remembering that I'm here on business.
    “ Doctor
Reddick, I have a job to do,” I tell him, though the resolve in
my voice is weak, and I don't try to pull away.
    “ You
don't learn very well, do you?”
    His words are like a
slap to the face. He's politely calling me stupid, and he's looking
at me with such disappointment that it pushes my arousal back.
    I want to pull away
from him. I want to tell him that the consultation is over, and he
can seek out one of our competitors. But then I think about Tyra and
Derrick. They're both so hopeful that I'll do a good job and land
Lucian as a client. And if I do, the benefits could be life changing.
I'd definitely get a bonus, and maybe even a raise. Not only that,
but the company would likely get more high-profile clientele. This
isn't just about me. What I do in the next few moments affects the
lives of so many people. Can I really afford to be selfish and refuse
him?
    “ I
get it, you want me to call you Sir. I'll call you Sir, if that's
what pleases you,” I try to bite back the disdain in my voice.
We're not at Flesh anymore. The little roleplay where he owned me was
supposed to have ended there.
    “ You
have no idea what would please me, Amy.” He brushes his thumb
over my lips. The gentle touched coupled with the intensity of his
gaze is enough to start stripping my resolve away. He's so
ridiculously handsome, and so good with his words. I feel like a
prisoner to my own desires, unable to escape. A large part of me
doesn't want to escape. That same part of me desperately wants to
know what would please
him.
    Just when I think
there's no more space between us, he moves even closer. His hand
releases my chin, and he strokes my cheek with the back of his
fingers. His lips hover over mine, his head slightly tilted. My eyes
fall to his mouth. He's teasing me, knowing I want to kiss him. It's
annoying how well he has a read on me. Perhaps he remembers from last
night. This is the worst type of teasing, the kind that makes me want
to pounce on him, wrap my legs around his hips, and dive into an
hour-long make-out session, worshiping those perfect lips of his.
    I can't do that
though. He's made it clear that everything that happens between us is
on his terms. I'm just a doll to him—a toy to be played with.
It infuriates me and arouses me at the same time, the thought of
being used by such a beautiful, powerful man.
    His eyes scan over
my face, staying hooded with lust. I wait for him to kiss me, but he
doesn't. Instead, he looks down, blatantly ogling my cleavage. He
drops his hand to trace the plummeting neckline of my blouse, his
fingers stopping right between my breasts. “Do you always dress
this sexy for consultations?”
    Score! He does
think I look good. Mission accomplished. Time spent in the mirror,
well worth it.
    “ I
have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, Sir.” I play
coy.
    “ You're
such a liar.” He smiles at me, and I feel a surge of desire
about to bowl me over. He's attractive when he's trying to seduce me,
but he's absolutely stunning when he smiles.
    “ And
you're such a flirt.” I see a small window of opportunity to
break his spell, and I take it, turning around to step farther into
the room. I'd prefer to walk out the door, but he's still blocking
the entrance. Maybe I can just take one more