Page 4 of The Billionaire in Her Bed
“Not that kind of surprise.” An adorable flush crept across her cheeks and one finger toyed with the shiny silver infinity knot that hung between her breasts. His seductress was nervous. Somehow that only served to make her more appealing.
She crossed back to the desk, opened the bottom drawer, and produced a bottle of dark, amber liquid with an all-too familiar label.
“I thought you said you didn’t carry Macallan.”
“We don’t.” Two shot glasses joined the bottle on the desk. “This is my boss’s private stash.”
“Won’t he notice it’s been raided?”
“He won’t miss a couple of shots.” She poured two fingers in each glass then added an extra splash for good measure. “Besides, he owes me. I’ve covered for him twice this week.”
She came around to the front of the desk and handed him a glass. He smelled then sipped the top-shelf whiskey, taking in only enough to cover the surface of his tongue, then swirling it in his mouth before swallowing and sighing contentedly. “Now that’s how scotch is supposed to go down. Smooth, no burn.”
“You’ve got expensive taste.”
“I know what I like.” He repeated his sip, swirl, and swallow ritual.
“Is that so?” She took a healthy gulp of scotch and set her glass down on the desk behind her. “See anything else you like?”
“Maybe.” He snagged her hand, pulling her down onto the futon. She landed half in his lap and half on the seat beside him. The half in his lap pressed against his crotch, making his disobedient dick twitch again. He polished off his drink faster than good scotch deserved, ditched his glass, and ran a hand up the smooth, pale skin of her leg, stopping just under the hem of her skirt. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
“I want this as much as you do,” she echoed in a breathy whisper.
His fingers toyed with the lacy edge of her panties. “Last chance to change your mind.”
She sucked in a breath. “Thanks, but no thanks. Carry on.”
He lowered his face to hers and spoke next to her ear, ruffling the tendrils of hair at the base of her neck. “Good answer.”
He kissed the side of her neck where it met her shoulder, sucking her silky-soft skin into his mouth. She tasted of vanilla and honey, like a rich, exotic confection from some upscale bakery. The sweetness lingered on his tongue and made him hungry for more.
Her head fell back, lifting her beautiful breasts, bringing them that much closer to his greedy mouth.
“Really good,” she moaned, echoing his sentiment.
His lips found hers in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and desire. He wanted to devour her right there on the narrow futon in her cramped office.
With a frustrated groan, Brooke straddled his lap, placing her hands on the sides of his face. She deepened the kiss, holding his head at the perfect angle for her to ravage him. He let her take control. Hell, he more than let it happen—he loved it. Loved that she was as wild for him as he was for her. Loved the way she ground against him, making him groan and beg her not to stop.
When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he flipped her onto her back. “My turn.”
Bracing himself on one elbow, he used his free hand to hike her skirt up.
He traced the strip of seafoam green silk and lace of her thong with his index finger to where it disappeared between the two luscious globes of her ass. “Damn.”
“What can I say?” She arched into him, thrusting the sweetly curved mounds of her breasts into his chest. Her nipples strained against her shirt and poked at his pecs. “I’m a sucker for naughty lingerie.”
So was he, when she was wearing it. Not that she’d be wearing it for long. Christ, she was as wet as he was hard. He sank a finger into her sweet depths to the knuckle, mimicking what he’d soon be doing with his cock.
She moaned and clenched around him. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted on a soft sigh.
“I spoke too soon.” He added a second finger and pumped them in and out, spreading her wide. “This isn’t good.”
She tensed beneath him, and he lowered his mouth to hers, doing his best to kiss her doubts away.
“It’s fan-fucking-tastic.”
