“So,” I began, leaning back, ready to take the reins on this seduction before my nerves betrayed me. Kian’s dark gaze dropped to my mouth and lingered there, slow and unapologetic, and my heart kicked into a reckless sprint. “Let’s go?—”
“Boss, call for you.”
Amir appeared at Kian’s shoulder as if he’d been conjured out of thin air, perfectly timed to ruin my momentum. I shot him a murderous glare, but he didn’t even flinch. Of course he didn’t.
He merely adjusted his stance and added, maddeningly calm, “It’s important.”
Not as important as me getting laid, I thought bitterly. The words burned at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them down with what little common sense and dignity I had left.
Kian sighed softly, the corner of his mouth twitching as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.
He rose from his chair in one smooth, fluid motion. He tossed his napkin onto the table, then stepped around it, closing the distance between us.
He leaned close enough that I could catch the familiar warmth of his cologne. His lips brushed my cheek in a lingering kiss, intimate and promising.
“Hold that thought,” he murmured. “I won’t be long.”
Then he straightened and walked away, leaving me with a racingpulse, an unfinished sentence, and the acute awareness that whatever this interruption was, it had just raised the stakes.
I waited exactly five minutes and fifteen seconds before rising from my seat and heading for his office.
My heels clicked softly against the marbled floor, each step a declaration of defiance, yet no one stopped me. It was as if the building itself held its breath, fully aware of where I was going. Just kidding, that was me.
When I reached his door, I paused, then took a deep breath in and held it.
The imposing slab of mahogany loomed before me, polished to a mirror-like sheen, swallowing every sound from within. I strained to make out any hint of his presence, but silence met me.
Finally, I lifted my hand and knocked, my pulse skidding.
“Enter.”
Kian’s voice—deep, smooth, and unmistakably commanding—sent a shiver down my spine.
I stepped inside just as he pressed a button, ending his call. His attention snapped to me instantly, as though I’d been the only thing on his mind all along. The air in the room shifted, charged with something unspoken.
“Patience isn’t my virtue,” I announced, unapologetic as I shut the door behind me. The sound echoed louder than intended.
His gaze never wavered—dark, heated, hungry—as I crossed the space between us.
He reached up to loosen his tie, and I focused on the cords of his neck. The curves of it that I longed to lick and kiss, inhaling his masculine scent into my lungs and getting drunk off it.
“I was hoping you’d come,” he said, standing as he removed his tie completely, the silk whispering as it glided against the collar. “I’m going to fuck you against this desk.”
Shivers ran down my spine and my nipples hardened. His eyes traveled down and lingered over my breasts as he undid the top button of his shirt.
My chest rose and fell with every breath, my heart racing as the thought of him claiming me tightened its grip.
“I thought you said you’d fuck me in your bed,” I whispered.
“I will, all night long,” he said, taking a step toward me. His muscular body brushed against mine, his fingers touching me as he unbuttoned his white dress shirt one by one. “I need you. Right now. Right here.”
My gaze slid down his torso to the bulge in his pants, and I couldn’t help but feel victorious. There was something intoxicating about having a man—this man in particular—want you to the point of desperation.
He took another step forward and my ass hit the edge of the desk. The desire in his eyes was undeniable and I felt it in the pit of my belly.
He reached out, his thumb tracing my bottom lip before parting them slowly. I couldn’t resist the temptation, so I flicked my tongue against it, sucking it.
His eyes closed and he spoke again. “I don’t think I can be gentle right now.”
