“That’s got to be saying something, considering the IQ of the people you spend time with.”
“At the moment, I’m spending time with you.”She flashed a triumphant smile once the doors silently slid open to allow us inside the nearest elevator car.
“You know what I meant.”I punched a finger to the P at the top of the list of floors.
“Yes, and I know exactly what you meant because you are not that clever, no matter how much you think otherwise,” she added as the doors closed.
I turned to her, dropping the act I was only barely maintaining in the first place.“I don’t know how to make this any clearer.This can be torture, or it can be easy.”
“Easy for whom?This is what you consider easy?”She tossed her head and barked out a bitter laugh before glaring up at me.“Sure.Easy for you.You get everything you want.”
Not everything.Right now, I wanted those heaving tits in my hands as I buried my face in them.I wanted her lipstick on my cock by the time her pussy clenched around it.I wanted her in every imaginable position.
I wanted her.
Her lips parted, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them.One taste.One.I had behaved myself all week.I deserved a reward.
I had her backed against the wall in two steps.She gasped when my hand touched her hip and pulled her in against the erection growing in my pants.Then she gasped again when I lowered my head to claim her mouth.
That gasp changed to a soft, desperate moan before she took hold of my lapels and pulled me closer.Fuck, yes.My tongue stroked hers, drawing another moan from deep in her throat that made my cock throb.
Now that we’d started, there was no stopping.Every dark, needful fantasy I had fought against since the day we met flooded my mind and body, guiding my hand down her thigh until I reached her hem and started working the material up.Her back arched, thrusting her tits against my chest.
She couldn’t help giving herself to me.And I would take her.
I’d take everything she had to offer.Like the curve of her firm, full ass cheek and her helpless whimpers when I caressed it.The heat from her pussy was so close, enticing me, drawing me in.Promising abandon.
Once her leg hooked around my thigh, I knew I had her…
… until the bell chimed and signaled we’d reached our floor.
Mira went as stiff as my cock.Now, the hands that had gripped my lapels pushed against my chest.“Jesus Christ,” she whispered, panting, eyes wide, flushed cheeks and swollen lips.“That was… we shouldn’t…”
She was right.We shouldn’t, but we almost had, and I very much still wanted to.All night long.There were other things I wanted more, like an absence of complications.“You’re right,” I grunted out, straightening my jacket and tie.
My cock had different ideas, but there was no one else on this floor to see me march from the elevator with my slacks tented in front of me.I crossed the hall to our door without a backward glance, ducking inside the suite and heading straight for my room to jerk off.
I needed to get her out of my system.
For now.
Something told me it would only be temporary.
8
MIRA
“Call me when you land so I know you got there safely.”
Looking over my shoulder, I made sure the door to the restroom was still closed.We were due to land in Lake Tahoe soon, and I could have waited until then to call Matteo, but I still felt guilty as hell after Clay made those threats last night.
Even if he could stop calling me quite so often, especially when we weren’t actually dating when the wedding fell in my lap.Was it jealousy that made him this determined?“I’ll text you,” I whispered.“It’s so new right now, and there are so many eyes on us.When I get back, it won’t be that way anymore.”
Was this my life?Acting out a previously undiscovered scene fromRomeo and Juliet?Having whispered conversations with my hand cupped over the phone, ready for my husband to discover me at any moment.It was pitiful, but it was what I needed to do.Like I said to Matteo, this trip wouldn’t last forever, even if it felt like it would sometimes.
I sank back against the seat, rubbing my temples, fighting to stay awake after more than twelve hours of meetings, conferences, and phone calls.Every property manager wanted to roll out the red carpet for the new boss, and one positive thing I could admit about Clay was his insatiable curiosity.He wanted to know names, how long people had worked for us, wanted to hear their ideas for improvements.It seemed like he truly listened too.He wasn’t putting it on for the sake of appearances.
At the moment, that was about all the credit I could give him.
