“That’s what they say,” he said, those straight white teeth practically clenched. “I’m sure you’ll be able to see for yourself over the course of the next few months while I’m dragging you through legal proceedings.” He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around her arm, careful not to apply excessive pressure. “Let me show you to the door.”
Time to play hardball. “Where’s the passion I felt last night?” she challenged. “A man with that much passion surely can’t stand idly by and watch an innocent person destroyed.” She toyed with his tie, the same one he’d worn last night, no doubt reminding him of those hours. His nostrils flared. “That would be a travesty, wouldn’t it?”
“Back off.”
Nice roar, but it would take more than that to scare her off. She reached out, molded her hand to the front of his trousers, squeezed his hard cock. “I know you want me.”
“That’s it.” Carson had to get her out of here. Even as the thought formed in his brain she uncrossed her legs and spread them wide apart. His gaze zeroed in on the juncture between her thighs.
He blinked. Told himself to breathe. Didn’t happen.
She wasn’t wearing panties. Soft, blond pubes gleamed against her tanned skin.
Security. He should call now. Get her out of here.
“Perhaps”—she licked her lips—“I mistook desperation for passion.”
Fury jolted him. His grip tightened in anticipation of hauling her out the door. “I’m not going to cross that line with you again. Now go.” The termassault and batteryabruptly dampened the fiery rage. He released her. Dropped his hands to his sides and ordered himself to keep them there.
“I know you want me.” She glanced at the front of his trousers. “It’s not like you haven’t done it already.”
He reached for the phone again. She diverted his hand, pressed it between her thighs. Want pumped through his arteries.
“Feel that.” She moaned. “That’s all for you.”
Reason almost deserted him for a second time since finding her in his office. He grabbed it back, wrenched his hand away from her body. “I ... don’t ... want ...you,” he growled even as his erection strained against his fly.
“Yes ...you ...do.” She grabbed him by the waist, pulled him closer, and wrenched open his trousers just enough to reach inside. She stroked him, squeezed and tugged.
He groaned. Couldn’t help himself.
He was out of his damned mind.
“Get out now,” he demanded, backing away and wrestling with his trousers. His hands shook with need. He couldn’t think. It was insane.
She stared at him. Didn’t make a move to go, didn’t allow a single emotion to slip past her flawless composure. “If you won’t do the job, I’ll just do it myself.”
Before he could fathom her intent, she reclined fully on his desk, heedless of the papers and photos there. Her slender fingers caressed that intimate dampness, tunneled inside. She whimpered as if this wasn’t the first time she’d had to indulge herself. As if she knew just how to do it.
The oxygen evacuated his lungs. If he called security now, and they saw her here like this ... damn it!
Her body writhed sensually. His mouth went dry. Just walk out. But sensitive files were here ...beneathher. Her moans grew frenzied. His cock throbbed with need.
She cried out. Locked the heels of her stilettos on the edge of his desk as her movements became more frantic.
No more.
He stepped between her spread thighs, leaned in, and grabbed her by the shoulders to yank her upright. Bad decision. For several seconds he couldn’t move. Immobilized in that erotic position, overwhelmed by the scent of her body ... by the need to stab into her.
She fisted her fingers in his shirtfront. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”
Fury ignited. His fingers bit into her arms with the need to shake the hell out of her. “It ... will ... not ... happen ... again.”
She stared at him, her expression cold even as she smiled in triumph. “Yes, it will.”
Confusion, frustration, another burst of anger—it all bombarded him along with the adrenaline-charged lust. “Just go.” He closed his eyes and told himself to release her and back away. But he couldn’t move.
The door opened.
