Her perfume hits me next—citrus and heat and something that punches straight into the primitive part of me that wants to throw her against the wall and fuck her senseless.
"Well," she steps closer, bold and trembling, like a lamb offering herself to a wolf. "I thought you might need it.” She holds up the card. "And also—"
I surge, pressing my mouth to hers.
No hesitation. No sweet kiss goodnight.
Everything about it says “you’re fucking mine”.
And she is.
I growl low and grab her—waist in my hands, soft curves yielding to my grip—and drag her into the room like a man possessed, slamming the door shut behind her with a hard booted kick.
She’s mine now. And we both fucking know it.
Spinning Emma, I pin the gorgeous, little brunette against the door and lick into her pink mouth like I’m starving…
Because I am.
Because for a billion dollar self-made man, I’m now reduced to a hungry deprived predator, and for the first time in forever, Emma goddamned Sinclair is the only meal that can satisfy me.
And when she moans, I almost lose it.
Fuckme, that sound.
I want to bottle it, harvest it, and force-feed it to every fucker who ever thought she was too much or not enough.
I break the kiss, cupping her jaw. “You want this?”
She nods frantically. “Yes.”
“You sure you want me, sweetheart?” My voice drops an octave, laced with need. “Because there’s no part of me that can walk away from this again tonight.”
Lips part, her pupils dilate over her hazel irises, thighs pressing together as my fingertips move to her hips.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I want all of it. All of you.”
“Then show me, Emma” I step back slightly, cock straining against my slacks. “Show me how much you want this.”
She freezes for half a second. Then slowly sinks to the floor.
The sheer vision of her lowering herself down to the hotel suite’s Persian rug, and looking up with flushedcheeks and parted lips is enough for me to come on the spot.
Fucking Christ.
My hand tangles in her hair on instinct, gently but firmly guiding her. “That’s it. That's my girl." I rasp. "Take me out, princess.”
She unfastens my belt with trembling fingers, then undoes the zipper with agonizing care.
“Good girl,” I murmur, as I feel her fingers wrap around me.
She lets out a strangled sound, then pulls my cock free.
Hard. Thick. Already leaking at the tip for her.
“Oh my God…”
“Is that what you want?” I grit out. “Your boss to fuck that pretty mouth?”
