but I didn’t care. If this was the kind of distraction she was offering, then fuck, I’d take it. I needed another challenge anyway, and she was providing it.
But if she thought sex was going to make me forget what she was doing here she’d picked the wrong man.
My bedroom wasn’t very far away. I could take her there, stretch her out over my bed, bury myself inside her, take us both to heaven and back and then... Well, there was no rush for answers. I could take my time, spend the night undoing her. By morning, I’d have her secrets, that was for certain.
She’d eased closer to me, sitting on the edge of the desk with her thighs slightly wide to allow me to stand between them. I could feel the heat of her pussy through my trousers and it was making me breathless.
Christ, how long had it been since a woman had made me breathless like this? With only a kiss?
I slid my fingers over the curves of her butt and gripped her, pulling her more firmly against me, her hot sex pressing against my aching dick. ‘Your distraction techniques are getting predictable,’ I murmured against her mouth. ‘Are you sure this is the game you want to play?’
‘Yes,’ she whispered back, her voice thick, her hips pressing against mine in blatant invitation. ‘If you can’t handle it, then let me go.’
I didn’t laugh, even though I wanted to. Handle her? She clearly had no idea with whom she was dealing.
‘My bedroom,’ I said. ‘Now.’
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HIS HANDS SLID under my butt and he picked me up as though I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his lean waist, pressing my throbbing clit against the hard ridge of his cock. The friction sent glittering sparks of pleasure scattering through me, making me shiver.
His mouth was hot and insistent on mine as he carried me to the door, his tongue exploring me unhurriedly, as if he had all the time in the world.
I couldn’t believe how desperate I was for him yet again.
I’d only kissed him to shut him up, so he wouldn’t keep asking me questions. Because I’d run out of answers to give him.
He’d guessed why I was here, which had shocked me more than it should have. I suppose I hadn’t thought he’d be interested enough to think about why I’d been in his office and what I was doing, but it seemed I was wrong.
He’d also said he wasn’t going to call the police, and that had surprised me too, though I’d decided not to question it too closely, going in for a kiss instead.
I’d still been intent on seducing the hell out of him, and maybe escaping once he’d fallen asleep, but the way he was kissing me now, it was clear I was the one being seduced.
His mouth on mine was hot, his kiss rich and dark, decadent as chocolate cake. And it was difficult to process anything while I was plastered against his rock-hard body, the heat of it burning me alive in the most delicious way.
He didn’t break the kiss, not even to lock the office door behind us as he stepped out into the hallway.
The beat of the music was loud out here and I heard someone shout his name. He ignored it, kissing me deeper, nipping on my bottom lip as he strode down the hall with me.
I wound my arms around his neck, arching against him, everything fading away under the heat of his mouth and the feel of his hands beneath me, his spicy masculine scent and the hard body I was wrapped around.
The hard body I wanted to run my fingers all over, kiss and lick, rub myself against.
I’d never wanted to touch a man before. Now I literally couldn’t think of wanting to do anything else.
He came to a door and opened it, kicking it shut behind him.
Another large room, the sound of the party falling away as the door closed. I didn’t pay any attention, too busy kissing him back as he strode over to the massive bed situated beneath huge windows that looked out over the cityscape. He put me down on the edge of the mattress and stepped back. That big, muscular body was inches away, the black cotton of his shirt giving a hint of the hard musculature beneath it. He’d left the top couple of buttons undone, giving me a close-up glimpse of those tattoos, the colours bright.
I lifted my hands, desperate to touch him, but he gently circled my wrists with long, strong fingers, holding me away.
‘Uh-huh,’ he murmured. ‘I need to lay a few ground rules first.’
‘Ground rules?’ I echoed blankly. ‘What ground rules?’
His eyes glinted in the darkness. ‘Like I told you before, I’m not into misunderstandings, and I’m not into reading a woman’s mind. You tell me what you want, what you like, and you tell me straight.’
I flushed. I wasn’t used to frank discussions about anything, let alone sex. And that wasn’t even going into the fact that I had no idea what I liked and what I didn’t.
Couldn’t he just screw me like a normal man?
I pulled against his hold. ‘Do we really have to have this discussion right now?’
His fingers tightened, keeping me still, but he smiled, warm and intimate. ‘Yeah, we really do.’
‘Why? It’s none of your business.’
‘Sure it’s my business.’ His mouth quirked and I found myself watching it. God, it really was the most perfect I’d ever seen. Full lower lip, beautifully carved top lip. And the way it curved at the ends... ‘If you have a crappy time, it screws with my reputation, and I can’t have that.’
Damn it. I had been hoping for less conversation, not more, because I didn’t want to make myself memorable to him in any way, and I’d bet that the presence of my virginity might end up doing just that. He probably didn’t encounter many virgins at his parties and that would make me stand out.
He’s going to guess. He’s not stupid.
Pity. And, even worse, he was observant too; while that felt good, it also presented a difficulty I hadn’t anticipated. Because it meant he could read me. Most people ignored me, but not him.
I forced down my irritation. Perhaps a few half-truths would be enough. ‘Well, we can’t have your reputation being screwed with, can we?’ I said, trying and failing to hide my sarcasm.
His eyes narrowed and he let go one of my wrists, his warm hand cupping my jaw instead, his fingers hot against my skin. ‘This isn’t a joke, Sugar. I’m serious. When I fuck a woman, I want her to enjoy it, and if she doesn’t enjoy it then I don’t either, understand me? I don’t waste my time on crappy sex.’
‘You didn’t seem to want to have a conversation before.’ I tried not to lean into the warmth of his hand.
‘Yeah, but you had your mouth wrapped around my dick.’ Wickedness glinted
