"It's just a job, how hard can it be?”

I was hired by his father to become his live-in caregiver. It sounded like an easy job. But the day I arrived at Ian’s broken-down Scottish castle I started to realize it might not be as easy as I thought. 

I was not told that I'd be looking after a dark, brooding, rich man who drank his days away, mired in a world of pain. 

I was not told that this man would push all my buttons and test even my strongest limits. 

I was not told that he was devastatingly gorgeous with a wickedly, sinful mouth. 

I was definitely not told that what I'd end up feeling and what he would propose would drive me wild.  But I'm Annie and this is my new job. And damn it, I'm not going to let anything, even him, that gorgeous, sinful, delicious man, stand in my way. 

You believe me? Don't you? 

Excerpt from All I Need

“I've got a proposal for you. A bargain, an exchange of sorts.”

“Really?” My voice came out too breathy and eager as I sat next to Ian on the couch.

“I'll give you something that I haven't given anyone else. And in return you will give me the same.”

“That sounds... confusing.” I liked the idea of him sharing something with me and me alone, but what, exactly, did he want from me?

“I'll tell you all those secrets you're dying to know,” he continued.

“You will?”

“I will. I'll tell you anything about me that you want to know.”

This sounded too good to be true. “And in return?”

“You'll give me what you've never given anyone else.”

“What, tell you all my secrets?” I laughed. “I think I've already done that.” A closed book I was not.

He gave me an arch look, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. “No, it's not something you're going to say to me. It's something you're going to do for me.”

When he looked at me like that, ravenous, as if he couldn’t wait to tear into me, I squirmed on the couch, heat building between my legs. “What is it, exactly, you want me to give you?” I whispered, then held my breath as I waited for his answer.

He spoke in a low voice like a near growl. “You're going to cum for me.”

Pulse racing, I sat up straight, not sure I’d heard him correctly. “What?”

“You are going to cum for me,” he repeated, reaching out to toy with a tendril of my hair. “For every secret I tell you, you’re going to give me an orgasm.”

My mouth parted in a gasp. “That's crazy!” I leapt up from the couch, cheeks burning, hands shaking.

He watched me, like a panther eying its cornered pray, knowing it might run but it could not hide. “Those are my terms.”

“I can’t believe this!” I took a few paces forward, then turned around and retraced my steps, shock and confusion mingling in me with something else I couldn't deny. I felt intrigued, aroused, and as much as I should've run from the room and quit on the spot, I stayed and asked, “What do you mean?”

“I'm flexible as to how you cum. I could make you cum. You could make yourself cum while I watch. Both would work for me.”

I flexed my hands up in the air, brought them down to my hair, settled them at my hips. I didn't know what to do with myself. “This is so wrong in so many ways.”

He gave me a devilish grin. “Doesn't that make it even more hot?”

“You’re insane.”

“You’re intrigued.”

“I'm going up to bed,” I declared, feeling very much as if I needed some distance. Had the fire leapt out of the fireplace? I was burning up.

“Enjoy thinking it over while you’re in bed.” He sounded so confident, as if this were all going according to plan, as if he was so sure he’d be on my mind. I huffed and I puffed as I started for the door.

“Just remember,” he continued. “If you make yourself cum tonight, it'll be much more intense with me.”

Of all the nerve. I stormed up the stairs and stomped into my bedroom. My poor toothbrush, I abused it, shoving it under the water, covering it with too much toothpaste, roughing it up around my teeth before I threw it to the sink basin.

I should leave. I should jump into my car and drive off. Though, of course, I didn't have a car. And it was dark, in the middle of the night. I had no choice but to climb into bed, staying and stewing over what he'd said to me.

People didn't say things like that to each other. It was ridiculous. Who did he think I was? I'd never felt so shocked and insulted.

And turned on. My skin burned. Twisting beneath the sheets, I kept picturing his face, handsome in the firelight, his eyes dark with promise. The feel of his powerful shoulder, the bulk of muscle underneath my fingers.

How arrogant of him to assume that no man had made me cum before! Even if he was right. And Ian could make me cum. I knew he could. He lit my whole body on fire with just a kiss. What would it feel like to have him do more, have him touch me and bring me pleasure like no one else ever had?

I tossed in my bed, punching my pillow, trying to get comfortable. What was I doing, even letting myself wonder about how it would feel to open myself up to him like that? There was no way I could say yes, and it wasn’t just because his proposal offended my prim sense of propriety.

The real reason I had to say no was because to him it would just be a game. For me? The second he made me cum my eyes would pop into hearts, rainbows and moonbeams filling my brain as I swooned and fell deeply in love. I was already halfway there and all we’d done was kiss.

I felt too agitated, too worked up, and I couldn’t resist any more. I snuck my hand down between my thighs. Under my panties, my eyes closed as I slipped in my fingers and discovered how wet I was. I felt so slick and warm on my fingertips as I stroked. I'd been wet all night. Even though Ian’s words had offended my mind, they'd inflamed my body.

Sighing in surrender, I did exactly as he told me. I worked myself in a rhythm, parting my legs, imagining letting him touch me like that, his fingers right where mine were, stroking, giving me exactly what I needed. He’d be strong and sure, feasting on my responses, coaxing out so much pleasure until I shuddered and trembled in his arms. I bit back my cry of release, panting in the dark, not wanting to get caught.

Because I had a secret. While I might have managed to say no to his proposal, deep within, my answer was yes. Putting myself in his capable hands to do as he pleased was exactly what I wanted.

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