The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 38

I realize he’s waiting for me to acknowledge, so I force my head to nod.

“I’m a wolf, which means I’ll fuck you hard. If any of this gets too much for you or if you want to change your mind, you need to tell me. You need to be clear. And because I’m also your boss, I’m going to need you to verbally confirm that you want this. For legal reasons, you know.”

A nervous laugh escapes my throat. “Don’t be a killjoy, Graham.”

He stops with the teasing. His face turns serious. “Do you want this, Cassidy?”

Fuck.

Do I? I mean…it’s happening anyway, right?

But maybe I’m crossing the line here. Maybe I’m letting my emotions and hormones take over my better judgment. But what’s happening has been in the making for a while.

So why stop it?

Why not enjoy the view before he wrecks me?

Why not be willing to let go?

There’s only one way to find out.

My throat constricts with fear. My body tries to tingle its way out of it, but Graham pins me under him, and my fear and desire intertwine, driving me mad.

“Say it,” he demands.

“I-I want this,” I barely whisper.

“Good girl,” he growls.

CHAPTER 9

Cassidy

Graham straightens up. His eyes are locked on mine as he takes off his jacket. He loosens his tie with painfully slow movements, sliding it down his shoulders. It falls to the floor as he steps closer.

I’m frozen in place. He’s not looking away. I lick my lips. His eyes turn savage. In an instant, he loses his shirt, and I forget to breathe.

“Well?” he challenges.

His arrogant tone provokes me, so I follow his example and take off my blouse. Graham motions toward the lower parts of my body. My hands touch the waistband of my pants.

“I see that all I need to get you to do as I say is to start stripping in front of you,” he comments. “I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

The sound that escapes my throat is half amused, half afraid. “I’m only trying to follow your lead like a good employee I am.”

“More like a good little fuck toy,” Graham says sweetly.

His torso is naked as the day he was born, exposing the finely chiseled muscle of his chest and the outline of a six-pack that seems carved into it with sharp blades.

I hope my mouth isn’t too wide open, but seriously, the man is blessed with a body that is guaranteed to take you to heaven. And then bring you back for more.

“Bossy,” I snap. “Remember that you’re still wearing clothes. Maybe, and it’s a strong maybe, I was waiting for you to show me the advantages of working for you.”

A real smirk splits his face. “You didn’t get a clear enough view in the office?”

My heart is pounding so hard that I fear it will escape through my chest. Or strangle me. Maybe both.

He chuckles, as if hearing my thoughts. “I’ll show you whatever you want me to. Don’t worry about a thing. How about I give you another preview?”