Free What Goes Up by Celia Kyle Page B

and their role-playing had never conjured this .
    Ashley’s long blonde curls were pulled into a tight
ponytail. Instead of relying on her natural beauty as she usually
did, her eyes were accented by a thin line of black eyeliner and
her lips… Damn, he loved those lips… Her lips were covered in
bright red lipstick. What he wouldn’t give to have them on his cock
right now.
    Trevor shook his head. He shouldn’t be thinking
anything about Ashley or his cock. He’d broken up with her
months ago for both their benefits. What the hell was she
doing?
    More importantly, why the hell had she decided to
encase her curves in leather, lace, and thigh-high boots? Lord, he
really would lose his load in his pants. Damn. He hadn’t done that
since his teens.
    Trevor took a closer look at his one-time love and
his dick throbbed in his slacks. Her breasts, large and pale, were
encased in a black leather corset. Laced tightly around her
abdomen, it pushed the luscious mounds high so they almost spilled
from the cups. He wanted to bury his face between them, licking one
side and then the other before capturing her nipples. And he
remembered exactly how much her nipples enjoyed his mouth. A
lot . Then he’d toy with the nubs and slip tiny clamps on the
hardened bits of flesh, just the way she liked.
    The corset accentuated her waist and the flare of
her wide hips. How he loved to pound her from behind, gripping her
hips and smacking her ass as he fucked her. His now erect cock
jerked at the memory. Lace panties shielded the juncture of her
thighs from his view, but he imagined she still kept her lower
curls trimmed short. Memories …
    Then her legs, ah, her legs were tied into
thigh-high boots with the highest heels he’d ever seen. His Ashley
had a great set of legs, too. Curvy and lush, but still toned. When
she wrapped them around his waist, he never once thought of her as
anything other than strong and fit, regardless of the extra cushion
she carried. Without it, she’d be a thin stick, and he loved every
single curve she carried. Well, only if every curve she carried wasn’t standing in front of him dressed only in leather,
lace, and a smile.
    “What the—”
    She pushed him. Honest to God, he didn’t know how to
react and simply backed up as she moved toward him, crowding him
into the corner until his back collided with the polished steel
wall. If they touched more than they were now with her hand on his
chest, he didn’t think he’d be able to control himself. Strike
that, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He
still loved the woman with all his heart. He just couldn’t have
her.
    “I didn’t ask you a question or give you permission
to speak, did I?” She arched her eyebrow and he couldn’t believe
how sexy she looked. Instead of answering, he shook his head. She
obviously had something to say and he’d let her. As long as she got
it said. Because soon, the temptation of her being so close would
overwhelm him and he’d start barking out orders. As if he had the
right any longer.
    “I’m tired, Trevor. I’m tired of you doing what you
think is best without consulting me. You got promoted and you decided it would be in both our interests to sever our
ties so other people wouldn’t talk about the boss dating an
employee.” She poked him in the chest and he gripped the elevator
railings. She didn’t realize it, but she was poking a bear, not a
man. “Well, I’ve come to a decision.” She planted her hands on her
hips and her breasts jiggled in their leather confines. He ached to
pull her into his arms. “You’re mine. Period. None of your bullshit
excuses will placate me or make me change my mind. I’ve decided and
that’s that.” She nodded her head with a quick jerk of her chin
that sent her ponytail swinging behind her. “You belong to me now
and I’ll be damned if I let you go.”
    Trevor reached for her, unable to keep his hands to
himself any longer, but froze in mid-movement. “I