Page 28 of Cocky Tech God

Fuck.

When the elevator bell rang, I almost jumped out of my skin. I’d never been this keyed up, this anxious for having sex. Something about sex with Lucia made me question every one of my skills. And I was fucking good. That much I knew. But would I be good enough for her?

Fuck these thoughts.

Her eyes shifted up to me, slow and pulsing with intention. She knew what she was doing and what she wanted. In that moment I felt like the king of the world—of her world. She looked at me as if this were my realm, but we both knew she would be ruling me soon enough.

The door slid open.

“Ladies first,” I said.

Her eyebrow lifted ever so slightly as if to say she’d be the judge of that. But she didn’t say it. She stepped out, her messenger bag strap falling over her shoulder. I grabbed it, holding her bag up like I did her sandal on the beach. She pressed her lips together, her chest rising and falling.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said and followed behind her.

Step by step, the mounting tension choked me. I glanced down the corridor both ways. No one. Everyone had been at the luncheon. Being seen wasn’t necessarily an issue for me; however, I knew Lucia didn’t want us to be seen together. Especially not coming and going from the same room. That would be a scandal.

We reached room 811, and for a moment we stopped, and our eyes met. Last chance. The door was the point of no return.

I pulled out the keycard from my front shorts pocket and swiped it along the card reader. I had no intention of turning back. The indicator light turned green.

Lucia pushed the door open, the contained AC air flowing out against my skin like a blast of ice. The second the door closed, I took her by the waist, but she shoved my hands away, a devious smile on her lips.

Jesus, this woman. She made me nuts.

She shook her head.

I chuckled. “No?”

“You do as I say.” Her chin lifted.

Excitement grew within. What was she doing? “Oh, really?”

“Yes.”

I stepped in close, lips almost touching hers. “Tell me what you want, Lucia.”

“Take off your belt.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “Slowly.”

I was buzzing. I’d never been commanded like this before. Not unless I asked to be. But this was a first, and I liked it. “You’re the boss,” I said and unbuckled my belt, my eyes on her the whole time. “Does this turn you on? Because, fuck, it turns me on.”

“No talking.” Her eyes were bright, her cheeks pink and getting pinker. She watched my belt fall and then took off her own thin cardigan that had been tied around her waist. It pooled next to my belt on the floor.

“God, you’re fucking hot when you’re taking control.” I took a step toward her.

She held her hand out.

“Okay, boss lady,” I said. “What next?”

“You can’t shut up, can you?”

I grinned. “Lucia, I’m usually in charge in every room I’m in.”

Her brows lifted. “Not this one.”

“Not now,” I added. When she was sated with this role playing, I’d show her how much of a boss I was. My confidence came back, and I was ready to show her exactly what she’d been missing the last two years.