His laugh rumbled low. “Don’t tell my investors.”
“Your secret’s safe.” She drifted around the office, touching the edge of the leather chairs, the smooth wood of the conference table. “Do you ever get tired of being the one everyone depends on?”
“Constantly.”
The honesty in his tone made her chest pull tight. He sat on the edge of his desk, watching her. “You look like you belong here,” he said quietly.
“I’d sink this place in a week,” she said. “Too many rules. I’d start rearranging the art and hiding the remotes.”
“I meant with me.”
Their eyes met, and something electric hummed between them. His confession broke all the rules, but he didn’t look like he had any regrets.
A wave of need surged inside, a hunger so deep her body shook with it. He stilled, nostrils flaring as he sensed the shift. Her gaze took in the perfectly pressed suit and knotted tie. The gleaming leather shoes and crease in his pants. Slowly, she walked past him toward the door.
And locked it.
The hiss of breath cut through the pulsing silence. She walked back, allowing her hips to sway, arching her back with the innate feminine move women learned to master when wanting a man’s attention. Rowan stopped a few inches away from him. “How long do you have before your next appointment?”
His jaw tightened. His pupils dilated. His hand shot out to hit a button. “Jessica, hold all my calls. No one comes in.”
“Yes, sir.”
They gazed at each other in a sensual challenge that lit up every cell in her body. Already, she was wet and aching for him, but Rowan luxuriated in the slow, sensual ride they were about to embark upon. “You look so put together,” she purred, closing the distance. Her hand stroked over his suit jacket, down his broad chest, his muscled biceps, his thigh. He didn’t move, allowing her to lead, but she saw his erection bulging against his thigh. Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear. “Wanna know my fantasy, Suit?”
He shuddered. She licked his earlobe and his fingers grasped her hips, digging deep. “Yes.”
“I want to wreck you. Mess you up so well you’ll never be able to put a suit on without thinking of me taking it off.”
He dragged her close with a warning growl, taking her mouth in a deep, heated kiss. She allowed him, savoring his taste and scent, the stroke of his tongue and sting of his teeth. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, hanging on tight as she gave him what he needed, drowning in the kiss.
When she pulled back, those dark eyes glinted with masculine possession, a primitive urge to claim and mark that lay beyond his proper suit. Rowan wanted to unmask it all right here—for her.
She eased the jacket off his shoulders and laid it neatly over the chair. Moving his hands to the desk, she pressed his palms to the smooth wood. Silver cuff links marked his wrists. The chunky Rolex winked in the light. He was beautiful and perfect, an image she wanted to memorize before she took it all away.
“Don’t move,” she commanded. Then, she untucked his tie and pulled it out, fingers caressing the fine silk. With unhurried movements, she loosened the knot. The buttons on his starched dress shirt were next, releasing them one by one from the tight collar to halfway down his chest. She revealed a line of dark hair. Her hands caressed the hard planes as she eased the shirt partially down his shoulders.
His breath was ragged. Jaw clenched, eyes blazing, he allowed her to play.
“Do you like my lipstick?”
Everett blinked. Stared at the deep red she’d picked out so carefully and reapplied right before she left the car. The guttural sound raked across her ears in song. “Yes.”
“I’m glad. Because you’re going to be wearing it.” Her nail scraped down the line of his chest, past his waistband, and over his erection. “Everywhere.”
Rowan dropped to her knees.
He hissed out a string of curses, arms tightening as he gripped the edge of the desk like his job depended on it. “Rowan—”
“Shhh. You have to be quiet, I’m working.” The drag of the zipper broke through the air. She tugged his pants down, along with his black boxers, freeing him to the grasp of her hands. Cupping and squeezing, she enjoyed the feel of his silken, hard length, then ducked her head.
“Oh fuck.”
Opening her mouth, she took him fully inside, swirling her tongue over the head, capturing the musky essence of him. Rowan took hertime, exploring every inch, then hollowing her cheeks, sucked hard. He arched his hips and whispered her name like a mantra and then he let go, shuddering and shaking beneath her. She took him through the orgasm, gentling her motions, until he finally stilled.
Rowan looked up.
Red lipstick smeared his mouth. Dark hair mussed, breath lifting his bare chest. Shirt wrinkled, pants undone, his unfocused gaze met hers with a naked emotion that she could never pretend not to see. Gently, Rowan tucked him back into his underwear and refastened his slacks. Straightening, she began buttoning his shirt and smoothing out the wrinkles. Knotted his tie. Slid the jacket back over his shoulders.
