Tempting the CEO(14)

He slid my shirt down my shoulders, his warm, knowing mouth already quite familiar with all the sensitive points on his way down to the curve of my breasts. The hollow at the base of my throat. The soft skin beneath my collarbone. My head fell back, eyes closed, as he lingered at each of them, relearning what made me arch and moan, a flick of his tongue here, a press of his lips there. He tugged my skirt up in back, working in slow arousing caresses up to each cheek of my bottom.

“See? Isn’t this better than brunch?” he whispered.#p#分页标题#e#

Oh, God. I could really get used to this.

With a firm pressure, he urged my hips up to meet his, the throbbing I could feel deep between my legs answering the throbbing of his jutting cock. I gripped his shoulders through the expensive silk of his dress shirt and rubbed against him as shamelessly as a stripper pole dancing. He latched onto one nipple still covered by my bra and nipped, and I almost came from that, his erection grinding into me and his teeth scraping my nipple through the layer of cloth.

And I kind of really wanted to come, hard and fast, his sure hands and his talented mouth all over me.

But he stepped away, breathing heavily, his eyes focused on my half-undressed body and his hands on his zipper. I had no trouble seeing the size of his package through his pants now.

“Let’s go into the bedroom. I have to get a condom.” His voice was hoarse.

A little of the sensual fog he’d brewed up so quickly evaporated.

Wait a minute. What was I saying again? Something about professional ethics? Conflicts?

With Herculean effort, I managed to straighten and tug down my skirt. I had to put up at least a token resistance. “I can’t. I have to go back to my room.”

“You don’t have a room anymore. I checked you out.”

“What?” The token part of my resistance flew right out the window, and I yanked the sleeves of my blouse back up, too. “When did you manage that? When you were out making calls? And who the hell gave you the right to do that, anyway? To check me out of my hotel room? You’ve got a lot of nerve!”

“I’m sorry,” he said, not sounding it. “I made an executive decision that your law firm wouldn’t want to pay what that room was really worth since I know you were comped the first night, by some infatuated desk clerk, no doubt.”

“I suppose you think I slept with him too.”

“No, but I’m sure you wouldn’t have gotten too much of an objection.”

“And maybe even a second night,” I cooed sarcastically, holding the two sides of my now-open blouse together, although that was so closing the barn door after the horse got out. Jed Worth had seen every inch of me and then some.

“Look, when I asked about you at the desk this morning, they wanted to know if I knew you because they said you’d already left for the day and hadn’t stopped at the concierge on your way out and they had to move you to another room because your suite was rented already for today. Your boyfriend at the night desk forgot to tell you that little fact, I’m guessing. So I told them to put your stuff in my room. That way, I figured you’d have to see me again.”

“And they moved my stuff into your room. Took your word that you knew me!”

“Well, I did have your ripped panties for evidence.”

Whatever thunderous expression must have crossed my face, he said hastily, “I’m kidding. Yes, they took my word for it. I’m, er, that is…”

“Yeah, you’re irresistible. We all know it.”

“I didn’t know we were going to the same meeting. I wanted to make sure I saw you again, and I figured if I had your things, well then, I would.”

My chin hiked up another inch. “If you asked about me at the front desk, then you did know who I was before you saw me at the meeting.”

He laughed. “I didn’t! Bob didn’t exactly tell me your name until he introduced you. He referred to you as ‘that little bitch’ right up to that point.”

“I hate that guy,” I muttered, and he shrugged.

“Me too, but I thought he was a good lawyer. Now I’m beginning to wonder.”#p#分页标题#e#

“He’s a lousy lawyer,” I said in my most know-it-all tone.

“And you’re an excellent one.”

The admission turned me on maybe more than those last few orgasms. I really did need to get back to going to my therapy sessions. I had some serious issues.

I didn’t know if I wanted to sleep with this guy or have him offer me a job. Both, probably.

Kidding. I’m kidding.

“So if you don’t have to go back to your room—”