He lifts his gaze and nods to someone behind me. Another song starts.
I rub my palms on my thighs. Okay, he didn’t kick me out for deceiving him. He’s giving me a chance.
You can do this.
I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders, trying to get back into character.
I move my attention to the song, to the beat, once again placing my palms on his muscular thighs. But this time is different, this time he knows it’s me touching him. Now it feels personal. I dare to look at him as I once again slide between his legs. He’s still as a stone, except for his eyes. They are taking in everything, pupils blown.
The fact that I’m affecting him gives me the courage to keep going. I roll my hips forward as I stand between his legs, lifting my arms and twisting to turn my back to him. Then I lower my bare ass onto his lap and grind on his thick, steel cock. Might as well go all in. Pull out all my tricks.
A low, primal moan climbs up his throat and I fight a smile, knowing I’m the one in control here. It feels good, and a little like payback. As I lean my back against his chest and bring my arms up to wrap around his neck, I continue to roll my hips,massaging his hard-on with my bare ass. Heat is radiating off him, and his chest is rapidly rising and falling against my back.
The way I’m teasing him mercilessly, I fully expect him to grab my hips at any moment and grind me harder on his lap for relief. There’s nothing stopping him, this is his show. In fact, I’m brazenly daring him to lose control.
But he doesn’t. His hand is clutching the sofa arm, knuckles white. The sudden urge to see his expression makes me turn my head to the side. Big mistake. Our eyes meet and for a split second I catch the desire, the need burning there and it’s intoxicating. He quickly masks it. My gaze falls to his full mouth that is only a breath away from mine. My lips part and his gaze drops to my mouth.
Time seems to stop. My body stills and I feel his cock jerk beneath my ass. God help me, I want him to touch me. To wrap his hand around my throat, close that hair’s breadth gap and claim my mouth. I want him to palm my center, which I can feel dripping, pull the material aside and push his fingers deep inside me. The relief would be worth the surrender.
An unbidden whimper slips past my lips. It’s enough to snap me out of whatever dangerous spell this is. I scramble off his lap, grab my wig and hold it in front of my breasts. “Am I done?”
His eyes harden as he reaches down and adjusts himself in his slacks. It should be a vulgar move, but a gush of wetness between my legs has me questioning who the fuck I’ve just turned into.
A slow nod from him releases me, and I rush back down to the dressing room. Ripping off the outfit, I shove everything into my bag, my heart racing, my lungs constricted. I dress quickly with shaking hands.
What the hell was that?
I have no idea why I’m panicking, why I feel the need to flee. But I don’t have time to question it, I just fling the door open and hurry back the way I came until I emerge outside. Only when I’m back on the warm walkway in the presence of other people do I stop to take a deep, shuddering breath.
How much more danger did I just put myself in?
Chapter 10
Killian
Ihave never been more pissed off and turned on at the same time in my bloody life.
That little fuckin’ vixen. The nerve on her.
I pick up the NDA packet that was signed by someone named Callie Marshall. How did Sam get hold of it? That’s only one of the million questions running through my hijacked brain right now. Why’s she so desperate for this gig? Surely, Sandro is paying her enough for a cushy life here. Maybe she’s indebted to someone for quite a bit? Maybe that’s who she’s hiding from?
She fled the room over ten minutes ago, and I still can’t convince my dick to stand down. Or my brain to stop replaying that hot as fuck performance she gave. I mean… holy shite. How does a smart as fuck lass also have a body made for sin and the talent to bring a man to his knees with it?
I can still feel the warmth of her body, the soft brush of her hair against my neck, the heady scent of her. It took a Herculean effort not to grab those juicy thighs and spread them so I could dip my fingers into her, see if she was as turned on as I was. But I remembered how she smacked me in the mouth when I touched her at the hospital. I wasn’t making that eejit move twice.
With a rumble of frustration, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to imagine something else, anything else. I bring up the lad’sugly mug I bloodied sparring yesterday. Focus on it hard, until I hear Sully’s heavy footsteps coming toward me.
Opening my eyes, I meet his questioning gaze. He’s planted in front of me, arms crossed. “Well?”
I scrub a hand down my face and gather up all the paperwork. “Well, what?”
“Did ya get a taste of that bloody brilliant ass?”
A flare of heat hits my chest. I don’t dare think about what it means. “No.” Restless, I stand and head for the door.
“No?” I can hear the confusion in his tone as he follows me. “You are hiring her though, yeah?”
“No.”
