Olivia’s heart rate picked up as she watched him coming. Before he reached her, she put her own half-finished wine glass on the end table next to her chair, wanting both hands free to touch him. After all, he deserved a reward. And watching this confident, reluctant man get on his hands and knees at her demand was making her hot.

“Good cupcake,” she murmured when he reached her, sliding her fingers into his hair and tipping his head back as he knelt the way he’d been shown in class, just in front of her chair. Hands on his thighs, knees spread apart, and close enough to her chair that she didn’t have to lean forward much. She saw the surprise and appreciation in his eyes before she lowered her lips to his for a hot kiss.

A very hot kiss. Maybe even hotter than the one in the parking lot because she was no longer feeling any hesitation.

He’d come home with her. Had done a very good job of not acting like her boss for the entire time she’d known him. Was submitting to her even though she hadn’t made it easy for him.

With him kneeling in front of her, she had even more control than before... and the lack of their winter coats was very nice. She gripped his hair in one hand while the other caressed down the back of his neck, exploring the shorter hairs her fingers found there as she explored inside his collar, and then across his nice, broad shoulders. His muscles tensed and relaxed under her hand as he kissed her back, pushing upwards against her, and then halting as she held him in place by his hair. She could feel his excitement surging higher under her lips, feel his shoulders bunch as if to lift his hand, and then stop... pause... settle.

With a final nip to his lower lip, Olivia pulled away, leaving him hot-eyed and panting. She was feeling a bit breathless herself, her breasts swollen inside of her bra, itchy against the silky lace, and her thighs were pressed together in excitement. Glancing down his body, she could see his cock bulging at the front of his pants.

“Are you sure you want me to play with you tonight?” she asked him in a low, sultry voice, sliding a nail along his jawline. Her other hand was still in his hair although she’d gentled her grip just a touch. “I’m in a bit of a mood after seeing my car, cupcake. I might not play nicely.”

“Feel free to take out your aggression on me, ma’am,” he said with a cocky grin that she was tempted to make him regret.

But she needed to be gentle with her new toy until she knew exactly how much he could take.