Again, his lips twitch, and I visualize one of my five-inch Jimmy Choo heels he spent three-thousand dollars on stabbing him in the heart, if he even has one.

“Yes?” He places my legs on each shoulder as his strong tan hands start at my ankles and move upward. All sarcastic questions fly out the window. Thank God, he’s going to finger fuck me. I drop back onto his desk as he holds my gaze with his eyes, his nostrils slightly flaring as if he loves my scent.

“Please.” My breathing sounds harsh, and my eyes widen, because that was the last word that was supposed to come out of my mouth.

He grins as if he knows it, then backs up. “Stay still, beautiful. I have something that is gonna take care of all that neediness you’re feeling.” He places both my heeled shoes on his desk as he buttons and zips his slacks, tucking his starched white shirt in as he walks around to the other side and opens a drawer, bringing something out.

“Now.” He flashes me a smile as he walks back, moving in between my legs again. “Let’s see how bad you want to come? You think you can be a good girl for Mr. Powers?”

“Wait. What is that?” I’m trying to see what he’s holding: it’s small and pink.

“Raven. Let me enlighten you on me. I have a very limited amount of patience, and you’re testing it. Do you want to come?” His tone seems rather bored, but his blue eyes are almost black as they hold my gaze.

“Yes.” I slowly nod, biting my lip. Why am I fighting with him? We’re not in a relationship. He really is my mother’s fiancé.

Jesus Christ, Raven, what is wrong with you? This is a game. That’s why he only wants me to call him Mr. Powers. This is nothing more than sex. It’s like a lightning bolt has struck me, and I get it.

This man is going to marry my mother. Of course, he is. God, what an idiot I am. I let orgasms and his pretty face distract me into thinking this was different. I almost start laughing. What was I thinking? Just because he took my virginity and bought me nice clothes doesn’t mean he’s going to dump my mom.

He’s brought me here to have fun, play this forbidden, naughty game. I must remember this. Otherwise, I need to hop off his desk and go back to the house. He’ll let me. I can feel him already pulling back. It’s now or never, Raven. What’s it going to be?

“Fine.” I take a deep breath and lean back, spreading my legs open, the spike of my one heel digging into his wooden desk with a satisfying scrape.

He cocks his head at me. “Fine what?”