Thomas returned and held a glass towards her. As she reached out to take it, he moved it from her grasp. “Let’s drink on the bed. It’s more comfortable.”
Sasha paused and licked her dry lips. “Okay,” she heard herself say.
Thomas guided her to the plush, King-sized bed with one hand on the small of her back. Heat radiated from the spot he touched. It was as though he was made of fire, and she of ice. Just the smallest of touches made her melt.
“You’d better kick off your heels,” he said, nodding to the five-inch monsters she’d bought specifically for the job.
Once again, Sasha felt herself doing as he instructed. Her heels plonked to the floor, and she sank into the silky material.
Thomas handed her a glass and sloshed white wine into it. “Dutch courage, as they say.”
He watched as Sasha tipped the glass to her lips, his gaze steely and unflinching. There was a deep hunger in his eyes, and Sasha could hardly believe that she was the one to have caused it.
Once she removed the glass from her lips, Thomas wrapped his hand around it and took it from her. “May I have a taste?”
“Of course,” Sasha said.
But instead of sipping from her glass, he placed it lightly on the bedside table. Then he leaned towards her, took her face between his hands, and licked her bottom lip slowly with his tongue.
“Hmm,” he said. “Just as I thought. Delicious.”
Sasha sat stock still, unable to move, barely able to breathe. The feel of Thomas’s tongue running along her lip had sent a spasm of desire through her entire body. She felt as though her limbs were turning to putty.
“You’ve never had an encounter like this, have you?” Thomas said.
“With a famous actor?” Sasha said. “No.”
“With anyone,” Thomas countered.
She glared at him. “I’m not a virgin if that’s what you were hoping for.”
Thomas threw his head back and laughed. “That wasn’t what I meant.” He traced his fingers across her collarbone. “I meant no one’s ever made you scream with pleasure. No one’s ever made love to you for hours on end, giving you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. No one’s ever taken you to such heights of pleasure that you’ve begged them not to stop.”
Thomas pressed his lips against her neck. Sasha couldn’t speak. She didn’t want to. She wanted to feel everything that Thomas was offering to her.
But the interview…
There was no way she could succumb to her desire. Thomas had promised her a life-changing interview. If she went back to the Atomic boardroom with nothing, then it would all be over. Surely, she’d lose her internship. She couldn’t throw that all away on Thomas Lloyd, no matter how much she wanted to.
“We need to talk,” she said, pushing his head back and away from her.
His breath was heavy. “After…” he gasped.
She could see his erection straining against his pants. “No,” she said. “Now.”
He paused, then smiled. “I love it when you boss me around,” he said. Then he reared back and flopped against the pillow with a sigh. “Fine. Let’s do it.” He turned his head to face her. “The interview, I mean.”
Sasha tried to compose herself. She took a deep sip of the wine to give herself time to collect her thoughts. “What story is it that you want me to tell?” she said.
Thomas was silent for a moment. “I want you to tell me as I am,” he said. “Rather than how I’m perceived to be.”
“And how are you?” she said.
“There’s only one way you can find that out.”
He reached up and swept her hair from her shoulder. Tingles raced across her bare collarbone. Without meaning to, Sasha grabbed his fingers and pressed them to her lips.
Thomas’s eyes were dark pools of desire. Looking into them, Sasha couldn’t help but feel her ambition melting away. She took his fingers and moved them to her breast. Thomas’s eyes darted towards her, the hunger in them transformed into aching desire.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“What I want?”
“Tell me.” He circled her nipple with his thumb. Even through the fabric of her dress, she felt arousal gripping her.
She tipped her head back and spoke in a great rush of air. “I want you to fuck me.”
Almost as soon as it was from her lips, Sasha felt alarmed. She wasn’t this person, the sort who said things bluntly and crudely, who made demands.
Thomas massaged her breast and whispered, “How do you want me to fuck you?”
She heard herself reply, “I want you to fuck me like an animal.”
That was all the invitation Thomas needed. He raised himself onto his knees and unzipped her dress so that the fabric fell loosely on either side of Sasha, leaving her chest and bra exposed. Her pulse raced, her heart thudded, and she felt heat race between her legs.