‘Get here.’ His hand is under my hips, lifting me towards him as the Mercedes eases into rush-hour traffic.
Hitching my dress far enough up my thighs to drop my knees either side of Gregory’s legs, I straddle him, sitting back onto his legs.
‘Gorgeous,’ he says, pulling his hands down the sides of my body. ‘I haven’t stopped thinking about you today. Now I have a raging dick in my trousers that’s dying to be inside you.’
His words speak to my groin and it takes physical and mental strength to focus my attention away from the thought of him entering me, his thick length filling me completely.
But I do kiss him, getting lost in the feel of his warm, wet tongue on mine, the softness of his lips.
‘Gregory, I need to talk to you aboutBlack Diamonds,’ I manage, pulling myself back from him to sit back on his thighs, panting.
He slips his hands under the hem of my dress and they move like silk across the bare skin of my legs above my stockings. With his thumb, he traces a line over my thong, gently parting my labia.
‘And I need to talk to you, but unless you mean the black diamonds on your finger, it’ll have to wait until after.’
He pushes the satin to one side and dips his thumb just inside my lips, purposefully not touching my clit. Teasing me.
‘After what?’ I part whisper, part moan.
He finally rolls his thumb across my swollen bud, dragging a breathy groan from my lungs. His fingers slide easily into my drenched entrance.
‘Your first orgasm of the night.’
* * *
‘God, I needed that,’ he says, pulling my hair down one shoulder, brushing the skin of my neck with his lips. ‘I’ve neededyouall day.’
I return his touch, nuzzling into his neck as our bodies calm and he starts to retract inside me. ‘I really do need to talk to you aboutBlack Diamonds,’ I mumble against his rich scented skin.
His phone rings and I move to the seat beside him, adjusting my clothes as I go.
‘Ryans.’ His tone is clipped, maybe even more than his usual CEO abruptness. ‘What did you find?’ He casts his eyes fleetingly to me. ‘Email it to Jackson. Agreed. No, keep monitoring.’
The Mercedes rolls to a stop outside the front entrance to the Shard and the privacy screen separating the front and back of the car winds down. My cheeks flush red as Jackson’s profile comes into view. I look anywhere other than the rear-view mirror.
‘Scarlett, go inside and call the lift. I need to talk to Jackson.’
‘Excuse me?’
‘I’ll just be a minute.Please.’
Gritting my teeth, I climb out of the car.
‘Good evening, Miss Heath,’ the concierge calls, dipping his head.
‘Good evening.’
The lift doors open and I step inside with my laptop in one hand, my frame handbag over my opposite forearm. I press sixty-four and as the doors begin to draw closed, Gregory strides inside. His body is tense, his eyes ablaze. He rides the lift as if I don’t even exist, rubbing a hand across his late-day stubble then sliding it, too tightly, down his throat.
When the doors open to his floor, he steps to one side, finally acknowledging my presence, to let me out first. He opens one side of the double doors to the apartment for me to walk in, his black eyes meeting mine as we cross. The lounge smells of something delicious, meaning Amy must have just left.
I place my bags down on the floor and as soon as I stand, Gregory thrusts me back against the wall of the lounge, lifting my hands above my head, holding them still with one hand as his other drags up the side of my body. His mouth assaults mine, fast, rough, his teeth meeting my lips. His body pushes against mine, his pelvis ramming my arse against the wall. His cock hardens as his body touches almost every part of mine.
‘You’re angry.’
‘Yes.’ He pulls my lip hard between his teeth then rests his brow on mine, his eyes squeezed shut.
‘About what?’
