The one who’ll send you roses,
And watch the stars with you,
Call me.
I’ll be there always and ever.”
I never do this—sing to a woman I’m trying to seduce. Music was the better part of my dissolute soul and I don’t share it with just anyone. But I’m sharing it with her, and she seemed to sense that this was something different because she doesn’t resist when I leaned in and touched my lips to hers.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jacine
His kiss tasted vaguely minty, mixed with whiskey and fire, and the heat in my core went from a simmer to a full boil. I will stop this. I really am, because this was highly unprofessional. But when one of the men that smiled at you from a band poster in your bedroom during your formative teen years kissed you, you do not say no. Or wanted to.
Cole’s hands light on my hips and I shivered, especially when he pressed his steely length into me. God, he wanted me, and urgently, and it has been a very long time since I kissed a man let alone have sex with anyone. This was too good, like ice cream and champagne served at the same time. The ice cream was a forbidden treat, sweet, rich and full, and his lips were a treat, questing and passionate, drawing from me desires that I shoved into oblivion in the briefcase of my soul.
His tongue pressed against my lips and his fingers moved around my waist to the place that sent sparks up my spine, and I opened my mouth to take more of him. And like champagne, his kiss shot to my head, and I’m not thinking about business, or my father, or the utter idiocy of what I am doing.
He moaned a little, a low guttural sound that reverberated through me like the notes of afine guitar. Every touch of his hands found a new place to set ablaze, and I’m burning like wildfire.
One hand left my waist, and because I’m insensible with lust, I do not realize that his hand pulled up the hem of my dress and his fingers found my bud until his hand did the deed. With touch too gentle for a man who pounded out rhythms on steel strings, his calloused fingertips made me climb past mere longing, or want, or the curious stirring in my belly that told me I needed this.
My breathing raced and he murmured in my ear about how wet I was and that he has what I needed. His light fingering built my desire along with the pressure he applied to my most tenders places, wet and aching, and my hips jutted to meet his moves. My cream flooded his hand, and he murmured appreciatively while I am aware of his brand rubbing against my thigh, hot and thick, and I think with the non-thinking part of my brain that I needed that inside me.
His fingers found my slick folds, and two fingers explored my g-spot while his thumb worked my nub. Cole is in me and around me, and my gut curls with my impending orgasm.
A sharp rap on my door brought me to my senses, and I pushed Cole back hard, too hard, because he fell onto the leather sofa with a surprised look on his face. As the door opened, I smoothed down my skirt, and Cole licked his finger shamelessly while keeping his gaze on me. He put his hand down though when the door opened to reveal Tobias in the doorframe. He looked at me, then Cole and a cloud shaded his eyes.
My face flushed, it burned a brighter red as if I'm a teenager caught in a sex act by her father.
“I forgot my briefcase,” said Tobias.
My eyes roamed the room until I spotted it by the sofa. “There,” I said pointing to it.
“Everything, okay?” he asked. Tobias scrunched his eyes again at Cole.
“Fine. Mr. Kane and I were discussing new business managers.”
“Great,” he said. “I have a few names. Walk with me, Kane, and I’ll give you info on them.”
“I guess that’s my cue,” said Cole as he stood. He turned his back deliberately away from Tobias and gave me a smirk. “If I have any questions about the material you send over, can I call you?”
Yes. Yes. Yes.My heart pittered, then pattered.
“If you need to, Mr. Kane,” I said coolly.
“Great,” he said just as calmly. I tried to keep my eyes from his crotch but failed miserably, but didn’t see evidence of the raging erection that moments ago rubbed against my thigh. He flung his jacket over his arm though. “I’ll talk with you later, Miss Alexander.”
He shot a smoldering glance over his shoulder, then straightened and talked casually with Tobias as if nothing untoward happened here in this office, myfather’splace of business. As he left, I resisted the urge to squirm. I was on the brink of something I hadn’t had for a long time. In our own way, we ladies can get “blue balls” too.
I didn’t know if I wanted to murder or fuck Cole Kane.
But I stalked forward and locked my door. I couldn’t go through the day like this. I lay on the sofa and pulled up my skirt and touched the places that Cole’s hands roamed moments before. It wasn’t hard to get in the fantasy that it was Cole fingering me, making me soar. His musky scent lingered in my nose and the taste of his mouth hovered on mine, and it didn’t take long before I broke apart, stifling the urge to scream his name.
It wasn’t the same as him doing it, but it took the edge off my need, one that I shouldn’t have had in the first place.
I told Nadine to hold my calls while I scanned the material the team put together for the Battle of the Bands. My email, in fact, had all of it. Some enterprising intern put each step in a dated spreadsheet, with links to the appropriate work. It was all very thorough which is why we paid people very well here. By the time I was ready to take a break, I had an excellent idea of how the project moved along. The venue was secured, the promos designed and the talk shows booked.
