Page 64 of Total Abandon

“What can I do for you, boss man?” It’s rare for him to show his face down here, so he must have come down for a reason.

“Can I see you in my office? What I'd like to discuss requires privacy.” My eyes narrow a fraction and slide across to the glass walls boxing me in. The rest of the floor works quietly in the background, but I see more than a couple of eyes quickly dart away when I land on them.

“Business or pleasure?”

“Business, but I’m open to both.” When I look back, he’s grinning now, dazzling me with a full display of perfect white teeth.

Ignoring the squirm in my stomach at the unspoken promise, I stand, closing the lid of my laptop with a soft snap. He leads me across the open plan floor, heading for the elevators on the east side of the building. As soon as the doors hiss shut, the air between us crackles with electricity. He’s leaning casually against the back rail, with his hands in his pockets and one ankle crossed over the other, close enough that I get a hit of his mouth-watering cologne. Boundaries or screaming orgasms? Boundaries or screaming orgasms? When we reach the top floor, I let out a long breath from a tight chest, flashing Jacob a forced smile as we walk past the large white desk outside Zeke’s office doors.

“Hold my calls, I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Yes, Mr. Guerra,” Jacob replies quickly, just as the phone on his desk begins to ring shrilly.

Zeke opens his office door and steps aside, gesturing me in before him. Avoiding his piercing gaze, I slide into the large, plush room and walk over to one of the cream leather seats in front of his desk. Zeke strides around it and pauses to slide off his suit jacket before lowering himself into his large, black seat. The leather groans softly as he leans back, using his forefinger and thumb to adjust his cufflinks.

“I need to ask you some questions about Anthony Sweeney,” he says evenly, his deep brown eyes landing on me. My heart lurches, and I get a tight fizzling feeling in my chest. Fuck. He knows. Swallowing roughly, I curl my fingers into a fist, so tight my nails slice into my palms. “When you worked at X-tech, did you ever hear of a Project Renoir?”

Biting down on the inside of my cheek to hide the riptide of relief washing over me, I blink. If he knew about my being involvedwith Anthony, he would have led with that. No, this was about business. “No,” I say truthfully, crossing one leg carefully over the other and smoothing my skirt.

Zeke sucks air in through his teeth contemplatively, leaning his head back against the headrest of his chair. “Anything about developing a line of AI software designed to navigate military aircraft?”

Frowning, I clasp my hands together over my knee. “No, what is this about?”

“You’re sure?” he presses, one dark lock sliding over his tawny forehead as he dips his head slightly.

“Yes, I think I would remember, considering it’s one of Guerra Enterprises’ biggest contracts.” Tilting my head to the side, I watch sharp, veiled eyes as they weigh my response. I can almost hear the cogs turning in that astute brain of his. “Why do you ask?”

He waves a large hand casually, causing his bicep to strain invitingly against the white fabric of his shirt. “Just a rumor I’m hoping to verify.”

Pushing away the small voice that tells me it would be too coincidental if Anthony came after our biggest client so soon after we announced our engagement, I bite my tongue, wondering how much I should say. I want to warn Zeke, but I also don’t want to show my hand that I have too much information. Information a deputy development manager shouldn’t be privy to.

“I’m not sure to what extent you know Anthony Sweeney, but…” I clear my throat, using the second to choose my words carefully. “There were whispers while I was there that he doesn’t play by the rules. That once he sets his sights on something, he will destroy anything in his path to get it.”

The corner of Zeke’s lip curls up, stretching his scar. “Yes, I’m aware.”

Okay, good. In that case, my obligations are fulfilled. I’ve told him what I know and he’s been warned. The knot in my stomach loosens a few inches. “Is that all?”

“Unless there is anything else you would like to discuss?” Zeke’s voice is a low, rumbling baritone as his gaze heats, falling to my lips.

Boundaries or screaming orgasms? The question rattles around my head, reverberating off every part of my skull like a ping pong ball shaken in a mason jar. Maybe I can do both? My skin tingles when I stand, and his eyes follow me curiously as I walk around his desk and pull myself up to sit in front of him. The thumping of my heart beats out a war drum in my chest as I hook my fingers beneath the hem of my skirt and rock my body gently from side to side as I hike it up to my ass. Leaning back on my palms, I lift one leg at a time and place a stilettoed foot on the edge of his chair, either side of his thick, spread thighs. A tight breath hisses through his teeth as his gaze falls and catches on my black stocking and suspender set.

“You want this?” I ask brazenly, allowing my knees to fall further apart so he gets a glimpse of matching black lace panties.

A faint flush creeps along his cheekbones and his eyes darken to the deepest pools of impenetrable onyx. “Yes,” he growls as he leans forward in his chair.

I quickly move one foot so that it’s pressed into his chest, my stiletto heel digging into the flesh beneath his shirt. “Chloe.” The half-snarled warning vibrates over my skin as one of his large hands clamps around my ankle. Tingles burst across my flesh, burning me.

“If you want this, these are the rules: no cuddling, no sleeping in each other's beds, and no false promises. No strings, no mess—just sex,” I purr, tipping my chin down toward my chest.

He tears his molten gaze from my center and slants one dark brow. “Yes ma’am.”

We stare at each other for a prolonged moment, a silent battle of dominance raging. Slowly, purposefully, I remove my heel from his chest and place it on the arm of his seat. He surges forward, rolling the chair with him to close the gap between us, and wastes no time in sliding his broad hands beneath my skirt. Pushing it up to my waist, he hooks a long finger around my panties and pulls them to the side. A shattered gasp shoots into my lungs as he buries his head into my sex, thrusting his tongue into my already slick entrance and then swirling it up around my throbbing clit.

Pleasure sparks into flame, which catches, burning everything south of my waistline until I’m moaning and buckingagainst his face. He growls against my flesh, one broad hand snaking up my torso to grip at my throat, forcing my back down onto the desk. Objects I can’t see and don’t care about tumble to the floor with dull thuds, my back arching as he nips at my sensitive bud of nerves with his teeth.

“I could feast on you for days, mi fuego.” Every muscle in my stomach locks, drawing a desperate mewl from my caged throat. The heat of his mouth falls away and I writhe frustratedly, only to cry out a moment later when two thick fingers thrust into me. His fingers tighten around my throat, almost cutting off my air as he stands and covers me with his body, thrusting his fingers roughly in at the perfect angle to send me soaring for new heights. “Voy a hacer este coño mío,” he growls as his eyes meet mine, blackened coals of smoldering desire.

My lips fall apart, and I detonate, my pussy pulsing desperately around his fingers as my strangled cry fills the room. Pleasure rockets through my system like a hot, rich flashover. Incinerating. Burning. Maddening. Before I’ve even had a chance to come back down to earth, he’s pulled his fingers out of me, tugging off my panties and scooping me up into his arms, lifting me from the desk. We both sink back into his chair, my legs straddling his hips, fingers buried in his silky hair. One broad hand snakes around the back of my neck, tugging me into a kiss that steals the breath right from my lungs. Moaning into his mouth, my tongue dances with his, battling against his drive for submission, matching him stroke for stroke. I rock my bare sex against the front of his slacks and we both moan into each other's mouths, his fingers digging into my hip so hard it hurts. The light pain throws every synaptic burst of need into full throttle.