Rush

take was that he wasn’t paying her for sex.
    She groaned when she realized just how stupid that assertion was. He
was
paying her. A lot! For a nonexistent job with duties so far that amounted to memorizing
     details of key people. She was on his payroll and somehow she didn’t think she’d find
     “sex toy” on her personnel file. But they both knew that was precisely what she was.
     A paid sexual submissive.
    Her head hit the desk and she sighed. She didn’t think herself particularly submissive.
     Not that she couldn’t be. In the right situation. But it certainly wasn’t something
     deeply ingrained within her. A need that she was compelled to fulfill in order to
     be happy.
    It was…a kink. When she’d never imagined she had any. She still wasn’t sure exactly
     where she stood on the whole idea of bondage and submission and all the other eye-opening
     items in that contract.
    But she’d agreed. She’d signed her name willingly. So she was sure as hell about to
     find out.

chapter thirteen
    Mia was buried in her work when the door opened and Gabe walked in. She looked up,
     drinking in the sight of him. His gaze connected with hers and there was a flare of
     appreciation that gave her a giddy thrill. There was an instant shock of awareness,
     tension that was nearly tangible in the spacious office.
    Lust coiled in his eyes and her stomach bottomed out as all her girly parts came to
     life.
Whoa,
but this was some intense chemistry now that they’d allowed it to be unleashed.
    “Come here.”
    The order was quick and imperious and she stood automatically, responding to the brusque
     command. She met him in the middle of the floor and he pulled her roughly into his
     embrace.
    His kiss was desperate and aching, as if he’d thought of nothing else but her in his
     absence. It was a fanciful thought, but one that seemed validated by the way he devoured
     her mouth. Their tongues met, hot and damp. Her lip gloss would be shot, but the idea
     of seeing her color on his mouth only intensified the quick desire he’d fueled.
    She may wear his marks, but in a way, he’d wear hers too, even temporarily. Her stamp.
     Her brand. She may be his, but he damn well also belonged to her for however long
     their agreement lasted.
    She caught a whisper of perfume on his clothing, and wasseized by fierce jealousy, no matter how unreasonable the emotion was.
    The instant possessiveness caught her by surprise. She hadn’t ever considered herself
     a possessive or jealous person. The idea that some other woman had been close to him
     made her want to bare her teeth and snarl. He needed an invisible sign that said
Hands off. He’s mine.
    He reached down, grabbed her hand and then dragged her toward his desk. She wasn’t
     at all sure what he was about to do, but her senses were on high alert.
    He sat in his chair, pushing it back just a bit from his desk.
    “Take off your skirt,” he said bluntly.
    She glanced nervously back at the door and then quickly back at him.
    “The door is locked, Mia,” he said impatiently. “Now take the skirt off.”
    Swallowing back her hesitation, she slowly began to pull down the skirt, baring the
     naked lower half of her body to his avid gaze.
    To her surprise, he didn’t tell her to take her top and bra off; rather, he took her
     hand again and pulled her between his thighs. She gave a gasp of surprise when his
     hands then circled her waist and he lifted her onto his desk so she was perched on
     the edge.
    He pushed her back enough so she was securely situated, and then he scooted forward
     in his chair.
    “I was negligent last night,” he said in a gruff tone.
    She was baffled and she was sure her expression said as much.
    “I’m not normally so selfish during sex. My only excuse is that you make me burn,
     Mia. I had to have you.”
    He sounded as though he didn’t want to be admitting any such thing. There was reluctance
     in his eyes, but his words rang with sincerity.
    “Lean back,” he said in a softer tone. “Brace your palms on my desk while I enjoy
     dessert.”
    Oh hell.
Her breath caught and hiccupped roughly from her lips. She did as he commanded and
     positioned herself accordingly. He carefully spread her thighs, baring her pussy to
     his gaze and touch.
    He ran one finger down the seam of her folds and then using two fingers, he spread
     them, baring more of her most intimate flesh. Then he lowered his head and her entire
     body went taut, anticipating