No, he was a delicious, decadently sexy man and his submission was just the icing on the top of her dessert. ‘Cupcake’ suited him very nicely.

“Would you like any assistance, ma’am?” he asked, as she went to work on his belt, a little smile hovering on his lips.

“Not at the moment, but in a minute, I’ll let you be the one to take off your shoes,” she said.

What? She liked the feel of pulling a man’s belt through the loops of his pants, how the front of his jeans popped open to make way for the bulge it had been holding back. Sliding the fabric down off of his hips, she smiled at the way he groaned as his cock was freed, bobbing gently beside her face. The straining length was thick and dark pink with the blood filling it. Amusing herself, she leaned over to give the side of the tip a little lick.

Luke made a gurgling sound, his hips thrusting forward as his body strained for more.

Standing with a slow, sinuous movement that completely captured his attention, Olivia smiled sadistically at him. “Take everything off and then bend forward and place your hands on my desk.”

His mouth opened.

Closed.

Lips firmed. Softened.

She raised her eyebrow at him.

“Yes ma’am,” he finally managed to say, his voice hoarse with lust and frustrated desire. Even with his hands behind his back, his pants and boxers bunched around his mid-thighs, he managed to look imposing. Olivia sighed with satisfaction as he began to do as she’d commanded and she went to her desk drawer to pick out some of the toys she’d been keeping there.

His movements slowed as she began to set them on her desk and she raised her eyebrow at him, but his attention was too arrested by the plug set he’d given her.

“Problem, cupcake?”

“No, ma’am,” he managed to say, a bit faintly, before returning to undressing.

He probably should have realized she’d want to use the kit he’d bought. Although he hadn’t known she’d been keeping it in her office.

The problem wasn’t that he wasn’t ready.

The problem was his entire body tingled with excitement when he saw them. He swore his cock had gotten even harder. Which… he was still a bit confused by, maybe even still a little ambivalent about.

But he wanted her.

He wanted this.

He just needed to own it.