I can’t look away. Even his bloody forearms are hot.
“See something you like?” he asks, backing up to lean against his desk.
He plants his palms on the polished mahogany on either side of him, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in that infuriatingly hot half smile.
“You didn’t answer me,” I say, avoiding his question. The arrogant prick knows I like what I see.
My eyes drop to the obvious bulge concealed beneath his trousers and my mouth waters.
“Do you think you can just flirt withHenryin front of me and get away with it? After leaving so abruptly last night?” he says, tilting his head.
I lift my eyebrows. “I think we both know that’s exactly what you were using Louise for.”
“Are you jealous?” he asks.
“Ha! Believe me, the last thing I feel toward Louise is jealousy.” I prowl toward him with deliberate steps. He tracks my movements as I eliminate the space between us.
“You’re the one who started this game. You know exactly where my office is. You weren’t in that kitchen to chat with Louise—or anyone else, for that matter. Execs have their own damn coffee machine. You were there because you wanted to seeme,” I say.
He doesn’t move a muscle. “I want you to admit you want me. That’s why you left last night, isn’t it?” He gestures between us. “You want this—more than you ever meant to—and it’skillingyou to admit it.”
His voice drops to a low murmur. “You can’t stand how much you feel when I’m near you. When my tongue and fingers areinsideyou.”
He’s right. It is killing me. I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t gather a single coherent thought.
I’m fully dickmatized. Under the spell of his monster cock.
So, naturally, all I manage is the weakest response.
“You’re pretty sure of yourself,” I say. He shifts to widen his stance, so I slip between his thighs, closing the distance until we’re inches apart.
“I’m sure of you.” His eyes drop to my lips.
“You don’t even know me,” I retort.
“I wouldn’tquitesay that. I know your body,” he says with too much confidence.
I push my glasses up my nose to take my mind off the electricity coursing through my vagina, and he catches my wrist.
“I also know you’re intelligent and ambitious—you’ve built an impressive reputation for yourself, and I have a lot of respect for you in that regard. You’re proud of the work you do, and you should be. I know your friendships mean everything to you, that you care more than you let on.” His focus shifts to my lips, briefly hesitating. “I know your body craves the same things mine does.”
“And what’s that?” I keep my tone cool.
“Release. Connection without commitment.” He regards me. “I know you want to be taken apart and put back together. Last night was incredible. We both know it. I want more.”
My entire body burns and bristles at his blunt admission.
He rubs his thumb over my pulse. He must feel how it races.
“And what makes you so sure you’re capable of giving me what I need?”
“Let’s drop the act, shall we?” he says. The rasp in his voice is rough enough to make my toes curl.
“There is no act,” I lie.
“Then what is this? A game?” His free hand lands on the curve of my waist, his fingers pressing into the silk of my sheer shirt. “Because if it is, I think we should establish some rules. Don’t you?”
My breath catches. “What kind of rules?” I ask.
