As soon as our eyes meet, in one swift move, he’s standing before me. His huge hand holds my wrists behind my back, and I nearly die when his mouth nibbles on my ear.
“You ran away from me, Miss Freitas. Why?”
I can’t think. How can he ask for an answer when his scent is intoxicating all my senses?
“Answer me.”
“Answer what?”
He laughs, the bastard. His other hand lifts my face, and I’m desperate for his kiss, but he postpones it, brushing against my mouth, teasing. “You ran away from me today.”
“Can we talk later?”
“Why, little one? What do you want to do now?”
Instead of answering, I stand on tiptoes and lightly bite his lower lip. Then I suck slowly.
It’s like lighting a powder keg. I love his passionate way.
He releases my hands and pulls me by the waist, bending down, rubbing his hard sex against my belly. I clutch his shoulders because my legs weaken when his hot tongue invades me in wild, deep movements.
The elevator has already stopped on his floor, but he stretches his arm and turns a little key, locking it.
The man is multitasking because he never stops kissing me, his hands pulling me by the buttocks in a grip so strong I think I’ll have some marks.
“Mmmm . . .”
“I missed those little moans.”
“We can’t be like this in an elevator.”
As if to confirm what I’m saying, we hear voices outside, and even though he seems to hesitate, he backs off to catch his breath.
Backs offis a figure of speech because our bodies are still glued together. Only our mouths have parted.
“Wow. If every time you want to argue with me, you kiss me like that afterward, feel free.”
He smiles. “If we weren’t in an elevator as you pointed out, Miss Freitas, you’d get much more than a kiss.”
“Like what, for instance?”
“Come with me. We’re not done yet.” He straightens my dress and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“They will notice.”
“Face them. Don’t let them intimidate you.”
“I don’t know if I can . . .”
“You can. You’re perfect.”
When we finally reach the reception that leads to his office, I completely forget my embarrassment when I see Kathleen with a huge cardboard box on the table, packing books and picture frames.
I look at Guillermo, but his expression has turned indifferent. He doesn’t even seem to notice her.
Was she fired?
“Good morning,” I greet, but of course, she ignores me.
