She moves toward me, too. Every step closer feels like she’s pulling me deeper into temptation.
We close the distance until we’re just a breath apart.
Her perfumed body surrounds me, wild and intoxicating. Heat rolls under my skin, and my pulse goes wild.
“Hi,” she whispers, like the word is meant only for me.
I can’t talk. I answer by pulling her closer and crushing my lips to hers.
Cameras go wild with flashes everywhere, and I don’t care. This kiss isn’t for them.
It’s for me.
I kiss her until I feel senseless. It’s only when that raw hunger hardens my dick that I pull away, realizing I need to stop before I do something scandalous in front of half of New York.
Isla stares back at me flushed, her pupils blown wide and lips swollen from my kiss.
“Let’s get out of here,” I murmur. Excitement flickers across her face.
“But I just got here.” She smiles, pressing a dainty hand to my chest, but glances around nervously. “That reporter over there said we’re supposed to be doing some exclusive. And your PR team looked like they were waiting for us.”
“Fuck it, we’re leaving.”
She hesitates, biting her lip. “Don’t we need to stay for the press? You said the cameras?—”
I cup her jaw, cutting off her words. “Love… this stopped being about the cameras and the fucking press a long time ago. Let’s go.”
Her breath catches, but I can see that crest of desire rising in her eyes.
Without another word, I slip my hand to her waist and usher her away.
Reporters try to stop me with questions I don’t answer, and when they realize we’re leaving, they try to get more pictures of the power couple everyone has painted us to be.
We step outside the hall. I reach for my phone to call Don, but one look at the gridlocked traffic crawling past the glass walls kills that idea fast. There’s no way I’m sitting in that. I need to be inside my wife now.
An idea hits me. A wicked one. The kind that feeds the filth in my head.
“Come this way,” I growl, tightening my grip on her hand as I lead her toward the elevators.
“Where are you taking me, Knox?” She giggles.
“You’ll see, love.”
The elevator at the end of the hall waits like it knows what I’m about to do. I hit the button and shove us inside the momentthe doors slide open. I slam my hand against the panel for the top floor.
Isla looks up at me. She knows what’s on the top floor. “Your office?”
“My office.” I back her against the wall, caging her in with my body, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip. “I need to fuck you now.”
A blush climbs her neck, and she swallows hard. “Oh, I see.”
“Good.” My lips are back on hers before either of us can blink.
The elevator glides upward with agonizing slowness, but I take advantage of every second with this kiss.
Finally, the doors open onto the executive floor, and I’m barely holding it together.
I grab Isla’s hand, and we’re practically running down the hallway to my office.
