Forbidden Legacy by Mari Carr Page A

experience with anal play?” he asked.
    She sighed. “Honestly? This.”
    It touched him that she trusted him enough to try it with him. It also gave him hope for their future.
    When he didn’t respond, she continued. “I haven’t dated much, Michael. You know that.”
    “I do. Work comes first.”
    Even bent over, he could see her nod.
    He needed to increase his pace or she’d get dizzy. “Well, I’m about to make your work a hell of a lot more interesting.”
    He placed the tip of the plug against her anus. She jerked forward, but her response wasn’t based on escape, rather surprise and nervousness.
    “Hold still, Alexis.”
    Her breathing became louder, more labored as he pressed the plug deeper. The lube was easing the path, but she was too tight, too new to this. She moaned softly as he pushed the flared part in. Then it was there. Lodged inside her.
    Alexis had begun to gyrate her hips, her arousal rearing its head in full force.
    He reached down and helped her rise.
    Her brow creased. She’d obviously expected more.
    “How does that feel?”
    She frowned. “Um…okay?”
    He tilted his head impatiently, her answer far from enough. “Does it hurt?”
    She shook her head quickly. “No. It’s just tight. Full.”
    “Good.” He ran his hand along her slit and his fingers were coated with her hot juices instantly. “You like it.”
    It wasn’t a question so she didn’t answer. His touch had triggered her need even more. She leaned closer, grasping his hand and pressing it against her clit.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    “You want to come, Alexis?”
    She nodded. It was fascinating to watch the self-assured, take-no-prisoners woman reduced to this in the heat of the moment. He would have bet his entire income that Alexis Jenner didn’t have a submissive bone in her body. And while she put up a good fight, when he brought her to this moment, to the brink, it was beautiful to watch her give herself to him. It humbled and touched him.
    “I’m not going to fuck you.”
    She opened her mouth to complain, so he bent his head and kissed her—roughly. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and then nipped her lower lip.
    “I wouldn’t say anything if you want that orgasm.”
    She pressed her lips closed, though he could see it took some effort for her not to lambaste him.
    “Good girl.”
    The phrase tweaked her, pissed her off. It was why he’d used it. It was fun to push Alexis’s buttons. Too much fun. Harrison had warned him his mischievous side would probably catch up to him one day and cautioned him against going too far lest Alexis find some way to pay him back. Knowing his beauty, her revenge would include inflicting damage to parts of his body he’d just as soon keep intact and healthy.
    “Michael—” Her words faded when he narrowed his eyes.
    “Stand still, Alexis.”
    He ran his hand over her opening again, marveling at the drenching heat she’d produced.
    “When did you start getting wet?”
    She pursed her lips, not bothering to answer.
    “Was it when I took off your pants or when you walked into this office?”
    “Neither,” she whispered.
    He frowned.
    “It started when I was told you wanted to see me in your office.”
    His cock twitched at her confession. What would he give to say to hell with it, toss her onto the couch and bury himself inside her?
    He took a deep breath, fighting for calm, for control. There would be time for that later. For now, he was going to help her take the edge off because the next hour or so would be difficult for her. He was determined to steal this time from her, to ensure that for at least sixty damn minutes today, she would be thinking of him, not Harrison.
    He increased his strokes, sometimes adding pressure to her clit, other times pushing one or two fingers inside her pussy. Alexis gripped his shirt tightly, her forehead resting against his chest. Her hips moved in time with his touch, and every so often, she’d release the sexiest groan