He licked his lips and watched as she brought her knees up to her chest.
“I never want to get a role that way. I already have enough nepotism rumors to last a lifetime.”
He rubbed at her right shoulder. “It was just a suggestion. You just seemed so excited and…”
She kissed him on the cheek.
His eyes widened for a split second before they melted into softness.
“I know,” Emily said with a smile. “And thank you.”
A squeal left her when his arms slid themselves under her knees and forced her to straddle him. With Emily’s legs on either side of him, Nicolas’s eyes danced across her face, growing darker with each movement.
“You sure know how to disarm a man.”
Her heart raced, but she couldn’t help batting her eyelashes at him. “Me? I would never do such a thing, Mr. Re.”
His left hand traveled up to the side of her face. He grasped the ponytail resting behind her neck into a fist. She gasped. “And you’re playing with fire, Mrs. Re.”
She took the bait. “It just so happens I like fire. It’s scientifically proven to be one of nature’s most transient beauties.”
He gripped her chin. His eyes saidsmartassbut his lips asked, “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She was breathless. “For a man ofyourstature, it’s quite alarming that you don’t know this.”
A chuff of laughter left him at her using his own words against him. “More alarming than how coy you’re being right now?”
She flushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You have a tendency not to,” he noted, eyes surveying her.
“Nicolas…” She drawled as his large hands descended to her hips. She was now hyper aware that she was wearing a skirt. That meant he could feeleverything.
“Yes, wife?”
Emily’s pupils stilled.
One beat. Two beats.
He pulled her in, hard and fast. Gripping the end of her ponytail, he kissed her like his life depended on it.
Amillion different sensations flooded her.
He dragged the hair tie out of her hair.
She kissed him back with equal fervor. Her fingers twisted in his soft hair. He tasted divine and his scent was…very Nicolas. It was so damn arousing. She found herself beginning to grind against the front of his pants. This was when the bubble that held them both popped abruptly. Nicolas pulled away from the kiss breathlessly.
He wiped at his lips, his pupils blown. “Don’t do that.”
She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but Emily didn’t listen. Her hips rolled against him once more.
He groaned, eyes turning heavenward. Grabbing the chance, she trailed kisses against his neck. He released a string of curse words.
“Emily—”
“Yes, Nico?”
Her voice came out seductive. The nickname made him grind his teeth. He grasped her tightly, not enough to hurt her but to cease her admissions of pleasure.
