She looked away. “Leo. Ares.”
“My brothers have nothing to do with us.”
Tashi turned her head and stared into my eyes with a gaze so intense, it cut through to my soul. “Are you sure?”
“Tashi, ever since I saw your face on our first interview, I couldn’t get you out of my head. If they didn’t see how special you are, I’d question whether they were my brothers.”
“But—”
I reached out my hand and gently touched my finger to her lips, silencing her unspoken words. Her lips were full and pink, slightly parted as she stared up at me with uncertainty in her eyes. The faint scent of her perfume, a delicate scent of lilies and vanilla, wafted up to my nose.
“I have an idea,” I said.
“Yes?”
I slid from my seat, leaving Tashi there, to kneel between her legs. With her eyes wide, I kissed up one leg then the other, thenparted her knees gently and was pleased to find her thong and very trimmed bush.
“I want to taste you, Tashi.”
I hooked my fingers under the strings of her thong and pulled it down, then off.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
My tongue found her rosebud with expert precision, lashing my tongue on her delicious clit. I worked on her with my mouth while she wrapped her thighs around my head, holding me steady as she tried to arch into me. Every time she got close to the edge, I’d pull back, kissing her thighs or her stomach, letting the tension ebb before I let it build again. I knew she was close when her legs quivered.
“Orion, please?—”
“Not yet. You are too delicious.” I returned to my task with renewed focus, adding my fingers to the mix. Suddenly, the pleasure wasn’t building—it was crashing over her in waves that made her cry out loud enough that all of Vegas probably heard.
She came apart while I held her through it, her mouth forming an “O” in surprise as her aftershocks hit, then faded. My hands held her trembling thighs, and I pulled her down for a kiss that tasted like a promise.
“I want to feel you come around my tongue.”
“Oh God.”
I lashed the sensitive bundle of nerves, worshipping her with my mouth to build toward her second explosion.
Tashi panted as she hit some plateau that held her on the edge of her orgasm.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Let me feel it.”
I thrust my tongue inside her, her luscious juices making me harden at the taste. The second orgasm hit harder than the first, her body clenching around my tongue as pleasure shook her. Shebucked into my face, her fingers digging into my arms, and she panted as the orgasm ebbed.
“That was—” she gasped.
“Yeah.” I pressed a kiss to her temple. “It really was.”
The PA crackled. “Mr. Kolykos, we’re getting ready to land. Please make sure you and your guest are in your seats with your seat belts on for your safety.”
“Oh,” Tashi said with disappointment. “I wanted to?—”
“We’ll have other times, Tashi. You can count on it.”
She sat in her chair and stared out the window as the helicopter descended for a landing. She was gorgeous, but more than that. The question remained—could I keep her despite all the garbage happening at the hotel?
We had spent seventeen years building this empire, maintaining control, making calculated decisions, and putting business first. And now I was flying an employee home from the Grand Canyon, holding her hand like a teenager, and not regretting a thing.
Want. Hope. Could I have her without losing everything else?
