I watch as he pulls every bottle out and then starts opening them. He sniffs one and wrinkles his nose before pouring it down the sink. “Hey, don’t do that!” I reach out to stop him, that was my mom’s!
“Don’t start, Imogen. Either help me or shut up,” he answers me coldly, like I’m a fucking child! I snatch a bottle off the counter beside me and open it. I quickly steal a mouthful from it and Tobias glares at me. “Really, you can’t drink them all,” He shakes his head at me.
I scowl, I’m not trying to drink them all! He just doesn’t understand. I pass him the bottle and he pours it down the drain. “I don’t plan on drinking them all. I don’t have a problem, I just did it to piss you off,” I reply with a sneer.
Tobias raises his eyebrow at me, he isn’t exactly buying it. I pass him another bottle and watch him pour the contents down the ravenous drain. When he’s halfway through, he pauses, side-eyeing me. “Why do you have so many anyway? I’m sure one bottle would have sufficed.”
“They aren’t mine, they were my mother’s. She used to work at a bar and would bring them home.” I close my eyes. The memories threaten to drag me under and I will NOT break under Tobias’ gaze. Never.
“Your mother was an alcoholic?” He asks, while he continues pouring out all of my sleep aids.
I stare at him. “Yes, but not a bad one. She was a happy drunk,” I defend. I can’t believe he just came right out and said that about her. He didn’t know her! He’d never been there when she’d send me off to sleep with gentle head pats and her warm hand on my back.
When he’s done, he places the empty bottles back in the box beside me on the counter. We kind of stand there awkwardly for a second. I’m lost in my thoughts, and who knows what this man is thinking, God knows I never do. He opens his mouth to say something and then stops.
He hands me some tea bags and the sugar container. Strange, I have never seen him drink tea before. I reach for a cup and put the kettle on to prepare it when he puts a hand over my hand. “What”” I snap, harsher than I intend.
“Too much caffeine will keep you up at night. This kind of tea will help you naturally prepare for rest.” His hands gently run up and down my sides before getting to my hips. He growls, his eyes grow ever darker. I stare up at him, I haven’t heard that, right?
I turn around, trying to ignore the strangeness. But his hands don’t leave my body. They travel back up my sides, curving around my breasts. He shudders and my breath hitches. My hands shake with the cup still in them. Is this another punishment?
“Tobias,” his name is thick in my throat. His grip tightens and I can’t help the moan that slips past my lips. “About Theo,” I don’t get a chance to finish my thoughts. Tobias’ hands brush my hair away from my shoulders. His lips caress my neck and my eyes flutter at his warmth.
His hand slips up from my breast, to my lips as he pushes his finger into my mouth, the tip brushing over my teeth. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing when he nips at my skin, blunt teeth dragging over my pulse. His finger softly thrusts in and out of my mouth and a familiar ache throbs between my legs.
Tobias pushes me into the counter, my hips dig into it painfully. “Tobias, stop. Theo…” I try to speak again to stop this before it spirals out of control.
Tobias cuts me off, he slips his hand free from my lips and spins me around, settling me on top of the counter. “Stop talking about Theo,” he growls, “Right now you’re just mine. Besides, I know he doesn’t mind.” He doesn’t give me a chance to soak in any of this. He kisses me hard, devouring every inch of my mouth with a fire that contrasts greatly with Theo’s cold chill. There’s nothing gentle about Tobias, instead of our tongues dancing, he forces me to submit. His hands move from my hips to beneath my dress, cupping my breasts and squeezing them hard.
I can’t pinpoint when the break happens, but I’m tired. If my bosses want to throw themselves at me to fulfill my fantasies, what’s the point of stopping them? I bury my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me, his teeth, tongue and lips praise me. His hot lips trail to my chin and then down to my neck.
This is wrong on so many levels. This is my boss, he has a boyfriend, and here I am willing to mess it all up. But this is my fantasy come to life, it’d be nuts to hold back. They both started this, and they are giving me a glimpse of pleasure that is beyond my fantasies.
Tobias’s hands trail down my legs before he finds the hem of my dress and pushes it back up. Pushes is too gentle of a term – he jerks it up my hips and a gasp escapes me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him all the way against me. He’s rock-hard, his erection threatens to split his pants to get at me. He lifts me off the counter, his hands cradling my ass. I kiss his neck, biting and sucking on it. He groans beneath my touch and fire blazes through me.
He slams me against the bedroom door, a reminder of who’s in charge. His hips grind against me while his lips assault mine again, swallowing every moan and groan that escapes me. He adjusts so just one hand holds me upright, and with the other he rips my dress from the top to the bottom. His lips descend to my breasts, nipping and biting as the skin is exposed. He licks at the mark Theo left, gentle on that spot, but his teeth graze everywhere else. I’m on the edge, worried he’ll bite me but also excited.