Page 1 of Ruthless In A Suit

Book Two

CADENCE

I slipon the yellow dress and step into the ivory heels that perfectly match the sash on the dress. My skin is still buzzing from last night. When I told Levi there were other things we could do, I wasn’t sure what would come next.

I didn’t know if Levi could do to me what everything about him seemed to promise…

But Levi was just as sure with my body as he was driving his BMW down narrow back roads to the Cape or negotiating a billion dollar corporate merger.

Just the thought of his tongue sends shivers up my spine. I have never had an orgasm like that. I didn’t know I could have an orgasm like that. And like an addict, all I can think about is more.

I want so much more.

If I think about it too hard or for too long, my mind immediately circles back to one recurring thought: How did I get here?

How, in the span of just a few days, did I go from single and unemployed, to highly paid assistant who gets naked with her super hot boss?

It’s a thought that I know is going to stay with me for the duration of the wedding. I spend a few minutes braiding my hair down my right shoulder, letting a few curly tendrils escape around my face.

I brush on a swipe of mascara and a sweep of lip gloss, then step out of the bathroom.

Levi is standing across the room, his back to me as he gazes out the window at the ocean, his hands in his pockets. It gives me a moment to take him in, his six-foot frame in an impeccably tailored navy suit.

His hair is illuminated by the early afternoon sun.

It brings out the subtle lighter tones in his otherwise dark hair. Seeing him standing there makes me feel like I’m watching him on a movie screen.

There’s no way he can be real.

There’s no way he did that to my body last night.

And yet …

“Ready,” I say finally, after I’m sure my palms have stopped sweating and my heart has slowed down from its audible boom.

He turns, and as soon as he catches sight of me, he sucks in a breath before quickly recovering his normally suave demeanor.

“Nice dress,” he says, casual and smooth, but his eyes don’t leave the deep V-neck of the dress and the way the curve of my breasts form a perfect valley.

“Isn’t it?” I execute a twirl and a mini curtsy, then shrug. “Some crazy guy bought it for me.”

“Must be some total lunatic,” he replies, striding towards me, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me in for a deep kiss. He nips at my lower lip just as one hand begins to drift down to my bare thigh. Then it begins to slowly creep upwards until his fingers are tugging at the edge of the lace boy shorts that hug my butt.

He groans into my mouth, and I can feel him growing hard against me. This man is really testing my resolve.

“If you don’t stop that, we’re going to be late to the wedding.”

His groan is more frustrated this time, but his fingers don’t stop. I step my legs apart, my body instinctually responding to his touch. With the tiniest slight of hand, his fingers slip beneath the lace and into the warm folds of my skin. My head drops back, and he takes the opportunity to seize my neck with his teeth and tongue. I worry if this keeps up I’m going to collapse to the floor in a heap.

As if he can read my thoughts, his grip on me tightens, and I know he’d never let me hit the ground. First one finger, then two, explore deep inside me as his thumb lands firmly on my clit. I shudder in a breath as I start to lean back, pushing into him.

His lips move to my ear, his breath hot as he whispers, “Come for me.”

And within seconds, under the sure and steady work of his fingers, I do. It hits me in waves, pushing and pulling like the tide, and I’m powerless to stop it.

All I can do it ride it out to its glorious end.

My knees shake, but he holds me up and to him as the waves take me over and my orgasm becomes a living part of me. If he’s that good with his fingers, I can’t imagine what he could do with his cock…