TWO
“MS. ENGLISH IS HERE.”LUKE’S assistant’s voice came over the intercom.
“Excellent,” he said, looking up from one of the three flat screen monitors lining his desk. “Send her in.”
He’d had his assistant set up the meeting after Claire fled Comme Ci the day before. She might be running from the heat she felt in their kiss, but he’d be damned if he let her. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman as much as he wanted her. He had no intention of stopping until he had her naked, whimpering in pleasure at the mercy of his hands and cock.
The office door swung in and Luke stood, stepping around his desk to meet her as she entered the room.
“Good afternoon, Claire,” he said, reaching for her hand. “Hold my calls, Colin.” He called over her shoulder to his assistant, tugging her closer as Colin closed the door.
Claire held the tube of drawings in front of her like a shield, but Luke plucked them from her hands, setting them on the sofa before pulling her in to kiss her cheek and nuzzle the soft scented skin behind her ear.
She pushed against his chest, and he reluctantly let her go, steadying her elbow when she stumbled on her heels. He’d known she’d take the meeting. Her pride wouldn’t let her run away again, but he hadn’t known whether she’d come straight from the job site or change for him first. As sexy as she was in faded jeans and work boots, it was nothing compared to the way the straight black skirt and plain white blouse hugged her curves. The silk outlining the swell of her breast made Luke’s mouth water and the fuck-me heels had him itching to set her on the edge of his desk and wrap her gorgeous legs around his hips while he drove into her.
“I came here to talk about the plans,” she said, glancing from his face to the sofa.
“I know. We’ll get to that, but there are more important things we have to settle first.”
“Like what?” she asked, clearly wary.
“I want you,” he said and had the pleasure of watching her skin flush.
“I want to be five eight.” She took a step away from him and squared her shoulders. “Looks like we’re both going to be disappointed.”
He laughed as he closed the distance between them again. His money made most people bend over backwards to please him. The fact that she didn’t made him want her more.
“You can tell me that you don’t want me.” He wrapped his hand around her arm and felt the heat of her skin through the thin silk. “But we both know that’s lie. You feel it, too. Every time we touch. You know how fucking amazing we would be together.”
Her breath hitched, and her lips parted, but instead of leaning in to him, she took a step back.
“I won’t lie. I’m attracted to you, but I don’t imagine that’s an unusual occurrence for you. And I have no intention of doing anything about it. I don’t have time for a relationship.”
“Neither do I. I’m not talking about a relationship.” He closed the distance between them, watching her closely as he slid his hand to the back of her head, anchoring her in place. “I’m talking about you and me, exploring all the ways I can make you come.”
She gasped, and he bent, covering her mouth with his, teasing her, tasting her in a kiss that took on a life of its own. He pulled her to him, feeling the soft press of her breasts against his chest. She softened in his arms, sliding her hands under his suit jacket, running her fingers up his back. He groaned with heat and the sheer pleasure of having her in his arms, and she deepened the kiss, meeting his tongue with hers, nipping at his bottom lip.
Feeling her give herself over to the heat and desire arcing through them undid him. His hand fisted in her hair, loosening it from the twist, she’d piled it up in. He tugged, and she sucked in a breath, letting her head fall back to give him access to her throat. Starting with the tender skin behind her ear, he kissed his way along her jaw and down her neck, pausing to scrape his teeth over the pulse point at the base of her throat.
Claire grabbed his butt, grinding herself against his throbbing cock, and Luke lost his mind. He let go of her arm to open the tiny buttons of her blouse, trailing kisses over every inch of skin he exposed until the silk hung open to the waist, baring her breasts in a white bra. Her nipples were tight peaks under the lace, and he caught one gently between his teeth. He suckled her through the thin fabric while she gasped and cried out for him.
In one smooth turn, he lifted her, maneuvering her so that she perched on the back of the sofa. He let go just long enough to shove the skirt up over her hips and fit himself between her legs. He went back to work on her other breast, tugging, biting and suckling the tight peak while she wrapped her legs around him, grinding herself against his hard cock.
“I don’t. I can’t.” She gasped, working the length of his erection along her hot core.
Her lips parted and her back arched, thrusting her breasts toward him like some kind of erotic offering, and fuck if he didn’t want to take her right there. Reaching between their bodies, he slid her panties to the side so he could touch her hot wet center.
“Fuck, Claire.” He groaned, sliding a finger into her tight wet pussy. He pressed his thumb to her clit and felt her body contract around him. He couldn’t wait to have his cock wrapped in all that slick heat.
He drew a lace covered nipple into his mouth and sucked, while his fingers plunged in and out of her sex. With firm steady strokes, he wound her closer and closer to her orgasm. Working her clit with quick hard circles, he felt her cunt start to spasm under his hand as the orgasm shook her body. He held onto her, cradling her against his body as he prolonged her climax, drawing out every last bit of pleasure before reaching for his belt.
“Mr. Masters.” Colin’s voice came over the intercom and they both froze. “Your three o’clock is waiting.”
Luke straightened, steadying Claire before he ran a shaky hand through his hair. He’d been ready to fuck her in his office. It was the hardhat all over again. Being with her had him breaking rules that should have been second nature by now. Glancing down to tighten his belt, he saw a damp spot on the front of his slacks and wondered whether it was from him or her. At the same time he was aching to do it all again. He fastened the buttons on his jacket, hoping it would be enough to hide his pants and looked up in time to see Claire fumbling with the buttons on her blouse with trembling hands.
“Here let me,” he said, reaching for the buttons.
She swatted him away, and the set of her jaw made it clear that any softness she’d been feeling earlier was gone. With quick almost frantic movements, she jerked her clothes back in place, smoothing her skirt before turning her attention to her hair.
