“Pet,” he ground out as he smoothly stepped off the elevator.
“Mr. President,” I returned.
“What do you need tonight?” he asked and there wasn’t a hurtful bite in his tone like I had expected.
What did I need tonight?
I hadn’t called him here because I needed something. That realization alone had me frozen in place. This wasn’t like every other time. I hadn’t needed him to come so that I could clear my issues. Or work away the stress of the day.
This was all wrong.
I had boundaries that I needed to keep him in.
“Petra?” He said my name like he had no clue what move to make.
My gaze snapped to meet his.
He was waiting for me to tell him something. He wouldn’t move until I did. And maybe at one point, that had been what I wanted. However, tonight suddenly felt different.
That was the reason I completely shut down. As in, cleared my mind and switched gears. I wouldn’t let this little thing affect me.
“Strip,” I commanded as my eyes raked over his body.
He did so without hesitating. His movements were smooth and slow as if he wanted to draw it out.
His ratty leather vest went first. I liked and hated that thing. I liked the smell of man and leather that wafted into my nose every time he took it off and precisely draped it over the back of the chair closest to the exit. But I also hated that I liked it so much.
His shirt was next, tossed carelessly to the floor behind the chair. His eyes stayed on mine as he kicked out of his rugged boots and unfastened his pants at the same time. I didn’t need to look to know that he was already hard for me.
A smile curved at the edge of my mouth as he hooked his thumbs into the band of his bottoms and dropped his jeans and boxer-briefs at the same time.
Tonight.
Tonight would be the night that I would give him an inch. He had earned it, after all.
“I will give you the first choice,” I told him. “You can ask one thing of me.”
I said nothing as I stood tall and stoic, staring him straight in the eyes.
His gaze stayed on mine as he contemplated his answer. There had only been a flash of surprise in his eyes and then it was gone. The cool President mask was back in place before I could even really realize that I’d taken him off guard.
I may have had a few… reservations… about giving him this much. He could ask for so many things. Most of them I probably wouldn’t bat an eye at doing even if the inner me would want to stay strong and tall. But there were limits I had. They’d never been questioned or come into play before. Not with Iron or anyone before him. Mostly because no one dared to speak up about them. And I realized that all the restrictions had to do with me. It was about my shield and, dare I say, insecurity.
What? You thought that I didn’t have them? Despite what people might think, I was human. Some days it irritated me but it wasn’t like I could do anything about it. The coolness, it wasn’t just a mask I wore. It wasn’t just armor in place to keep people at a distance. It had become who I was. But as much as I hated it, it hadn’t made me immune to things I couldn’t control internally. It had taken me a lifetime to get where I was. None of that had been build on emotions. But as much as I hated that word and its meaning, I did feel occasionally.
The silence stretched out between us as he held onto his answer. Or maybe he wasn’t sure what he wanted. Either way, it was starting to get under my skin. This was one of those times that I couldn’t read him. Another thing I hated.
“I want those sexy fuckin’ lips on me,” he finally said. “And I get to put my hands on you.”
That was two things when I really had meant to only give him one.
He could have asked for so much more, though.
I didn’t have a problem giving him what he wanted, it wasn’t like I hadn’t gone down on him once before. And maybe I hadn’t minded it so much.
My steps were slow as I approached him. One thing I really liked about the man, he looked good naked. Really good. And he never seemed to mind being exposed in front of me.
My nails lightly raked down his torso until I felt the base of his hard cock against my fingertips. I started to lower myself down as my hand circled his cock.
