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When she trembled slightly while staring me down, I knew she was more affected than she was letting on. And that made me even more intrigued to see how far she would let me take this. Because the last thing on my mind at this point was a tour of the headquarters. I mentally mapped how I was going to get her out of the suit that I swore she purposely wore to hide her curves in the most efficient way possible.
“Back up, Cain.”
“But I don’t want to.” I ran the back of my hand along her jawline and smirked when she shivered slightly. I gave her an opportunity to put some distance between us, but she didn’t take the offer.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s a terrible idea.”
“Probably.” I slid my hand around to the small of her back, pulling her fully against me. “Do you care that it is a ‘terrible idea’?”
She looked up at me then, and what I saw in her eyes set everything in me ablaze. It wasn’t fear or uncertainty. It was hunger, the same thing I felt every time I looked at her was reflected back to me in her gaze.
“No,” she whispered. “I really don’t.”
That was the only answer I needed. My mouth found hers and her response was immediate. She kissed me back with the same intensity that I gave her and I groaned when her hands began grabbing me through my clothes.
I walked her backward until her hips hit the edge of my desk. She gasped against my mouth, and I swallowed the sound, choosing to deepen our kiss as I pressed my body against hers.
“Cain,” she said quickly but sounding out of breath as I moved my mouth to her neck. My teeth grazed the skin just below her ear as her hands moved from my shirt to my shoulders.
“You came to my office,” I murmured against her throat, my hands moving to the buttons of her suit jacket. “Did you think this wouldn’t happen, especially after the last time you were in New York?”
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she pulled at my tie, loosening it quickly before working on my shirt buttons. I shrugged out of my jacket and let it fall to the floor, not giving a fuck where it landed.
I did the same with her jacket, knocking it off her shoulders and tossing it aside. Beneath it, she wore a white silk blouse that was slightly translucent. I could see the outline of her bra through the fabric. I knew it was black lace and just the thought of seeing it in a few seconds made my cock harder than it already was.
“This,” I said, my fingers finding the buttons of her blouse, “has been distracting me since you walked in here.”
“You couldn’t even see it until just now,” she pointed out.
“I knew it was there.” I opened each button with deliberate slowness, watching her face as I revealed more skin. “I’m not surprised to see you wear something sexier under these suits you wear. There’s just one thing missing.”
She raised an eyebrow as I undid the last button of her shirt and spread the fabric apart to expose the exquisite picture beneath. Although I wanted to continue touching her, there was one more task I needed to complete before I did so.
I reached into the pocket of my button-down shirt and produced a thin box that I handed to Sutton. “This is for you.”
The puzzlement on her face would have been hilarious if I hadn’t been turned on and ready to fuck her right now. But I held it together as she opened the box and saw the gift I’d bought for her personally.
Inside was a white gold heart tag toggle necklace that was thick enough to resemble a collar. I’d had it especially made for her on short notice for reasons I didn’t feel the need to express yet, but I was determined to get her to wear it. “I thought this would be perfect.”
Sutton stared at the necklace, her expression shifting from confusion to something I couldn’t name. I watched her fingers hover over it without touching, as if it might burn her.
“Is this a collar?” she said quietly.
“It’s a necklace,” I corrected, though we both knew what it represented.
“Same difference in this context.” Her eyes met mine. “This is highly inappropriate for you to give me.”
I leaned closer until my lips nearly brushed her ear and I felt her shiver. Good. “We can talk about it later.”
I took the necklace from the box and gestured for her to turn around. When she did, I brushed her auburn hair to the side, exposing the back of her neck to me. The toggle clasp gleamed in the light filtering through my office windows. I fastened the necklace around her throat, letting my fingers linger on her skin because she let me. The white gold rested perfectly against her collarbone, exactly as I’d thought it would. “Beautiful.”
She turned to face me, one hand rising to touch the metal at her throat. For a moment, I thought she might tear it off, but instead, her fingers traced it as if she was weighing how it felt under her touch.
To distract her from asking more questions, I traced the edge of the black lace with my fingertip, letting it rest against the swell of her breast for several seconds before sliding it down to her waist. Her skin was warm and I was impressed that she held perfectly still. That had to change because I wanted her withering under my touch.
The suit pants presented a brief obstacle, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I unbuttoned them and gently ran a finger along the waistband of the pants, touching both the fabric as well as her stomach. I smirked when I felt her stomach grow tense under my finger, but I couldn’t keep playing this little game I started so I worked her pants down her body until I too was kneeling in front of her.
I gently picked up each leg in order to remove the pants from her body, leaving her in nothing but her black lace bra, and what I now knew was a matching black thong and high heels. Being able to see her in broad daylight versus seeing only a glimpse in a dark alleyway didn’t do her justice.
