Her hands went to her jacket, and she slowly unbuttoned the front. She let the front fall open and reveal her dress beneath. Beckham sucked in a harsh breath. A feral look crossed his face.She knew that look. It said,Maybe we can skip this meeting.
He took a step forward, bridging the distance between them. His hands went to her hair and she blocked him. “Uh-uh. Not the hair. My stylist would kill you.”
“I’d like to see her try.”
“All look and no play,” she said teasingly. “You’ll have to wait until after.”
A growl ripped from his throat and Reyna tensed. Her body ignored the clear sign of danger and went straight to really fucking turned on. Worse yet, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
His hand trailed down her front—over her breasts, down her stomach, and to the short hem of her dress. Her breathing hitched as he slipped his hand underneath the material and up between her thighs. Her core pulsed before he even touched her.
She wanted him.
God, did she want him.
“Look at that,” he said. “Open to me.”
A finger stroked across her exposed—and now wet—opening. She tilted her head back in ecstasy at the feel of him. Would it be the end of the world to mess her hair up? She could live with that.
“I love knowing when you want me,” Beckham said against her ear.
“All the time,” she gasped out.
He pressed a finger up inside of her and her body shuddered in response.
Okay, forget the meeting. Maybe they could reschedule. Or show up late. Neither of those things were possible and Gabe had gone to a lot of trouble to get this meeting, but her head was all fuzzy, and dammit, she wanted Becks.
He stroked inside of her once and then twice before removing his hand. She whimpered in frustration.
“Now who has to wait to play until later?”
“So cruel.”
“You have no idea, Little One.”
Reyna grumbled under her breath and snapped her jacket closed again. “Well, did you get the thing?”
“I have something I’d guess he would want.”
“And thatis?”
Beckham stilled her hands as she was finishing buttoning up her jacket and forced her to look at him. “Don’t.”
He easily unbuttoned the jacket again before sliding the material off of her shoulders. Reyna’s breathing hitched at the movement. A small shiver ran up her body at the chill in the room.
Then Beckham removed a black velvet case from his own jacket and held it before her. She tensed, wondering what wonderful thing Beckham had believed to be a great enough price for their contact. He flicked the clasp at the front, then lifted the lid, revealing a dazzling diamond necklace.
Reyna’s hand went to her throat. She’d never seen anything like it. It was absolutely the most beautiful piece of craftsmanship she’d ever seen. Five rows of diamonds created a choker with tiny teardrop diamonds hanging from the last row. Then a V of glittering diamonds festooned the choker with five pear-shaped diamonds hanging off the V, gradually getting larger the closer to the bottom, until the last diamond was roughly the size of a flat golf ball.
“Where did you get this?” she gasped, her fingers hovering an inch away from the exquisite piece.
“It was my first conquest on my way to becoming a lord.” Beckham plucked the necklace from the box and gestured for her to turn around. “I always said that it was only fit to be worn by a lady worthy to be at my side.” She lifted her hair out of the way. He gently placed the necklace around her neck, the giant diamond settling right between her breasts. The choker claspedin the back. “And you are my lady, Reyna.”
“You make me feel like one.”
He placed a soft kiss on a part of her bare shoulder unobstructed by the necklace. Her heart fluttered at his words. She let her hair fall back down to cover the weighted necklace, which was sure to sink her.
“Perfect,” Beckham said. He draped her jacket over her shoulders and offered her his arm. “Ready?”
