The Millionaire Affair(30)

     



 

Her shoulders slumped. Maybe she could wait on the couch, and then when  he came in, dash over to her perch and resume her poise. She hopped off  the stool, staggering in the stilettos she had no idea how Glo wore with  any measure of success, and caught herself on the corner of the kitchen  table with one palm.

"Stupid things." She cursed the shoes and reached for the right one,  intending to take them off and toss them aside. That's when she heard  the key in the door.



Landon stepped into his kitchen expecting to find Kimber. They'd planned  to get together tonight, and he was woefully late. He'd debated over  what kind of apology gift to buy, but flowers and candy were out of  place in this …  whatever they were doing, so he'd settled for something  simpler.

But he nearly dropped the potato chips and wine when he found Kimber  bent forward, one hand braced on the table, a spiked heel in her other  hand. Wide, jade eyes regarded him, her red lips softly pursed.

My God. She's gorgeous.

She was gorgeous anyway, but tonight …

His eyes swept down to her breasts hanging free in the low-cut top of a  patented "little black dress." She slipped the heel back on to her foot,  teetered for a second, then adjusted the hem of her dress. A lock of  crimson hair fell over her eye, the rest of it arranged into some kind  of twist at the back of her head. The jewelry around her neck made him  want to replace it with the real deal. Because she'd look amazing in  real diamonds.

In only real diamonds.

He crossed the room, setting aside his apology gifts and briefcase. She  gave him a smile that may have been slightly embarrassed, but he bent  and captured her lips before she could say anything. While their mouths  mated, he drew a line down her neck with the back of his fingers and  slipped beneath the strap over her left shoulder.

He placed an openmouthed kiss on her neck and breathed her in. "You are exquisite."

There was no other word for her.

Her easy laugh tumbled around in his chest. "I was going for classy."

He raised his head but kept his fingers beneath the strap of her dress,  stroking her skin with a light touch. "That, too." She was tall in those  shoes. Tall enough that he barely had to lean down to kiss her lips a  second time.

"I'm underdressed," he said. "I'll go change." He didn't want to take  her out. He wanted to take her to bed. But a woman didn't get dressed up  just to be stripped down, some logical part of his brain reminded him.

Her brow furrowed. "Change?" She reached for his tie. "I thought we'd"-she lifted one delicate shoulder-"you know."

Yes. He knew.

The demure smile on her face weakened his resolve. Sufficiently. "I know  you didn't get dressed like this for me." He toyed with the strap  again, enjoying the feel of her satiny skin.

"I did." She swept her hands up his torso and heat spread across his  chest. "I thought you might like to see how well I clean up." She tugged  on his tie. Little had he known he'd become such a fan of that move. Or  maybe he was only a fan when Kimber was at the helm. She didn't have to  tug hard to get him to lower his lips and kiss her again as she untied  the length of silk and dropped it to the floor. "What's next on the  list?" she said against his mouth.

At the mention of the list, he grew hard in an instant. The next item might be his favorite, a fantasy he'd never played out.

"The desk," he growled. He didn't mean to growl. But the idea of making  love to her in his office tightened his vocal cords, turned his muscles  to steel. He'd been saving the desk for later …  for now, apparently.

"Oh, the desk," she purred, smiling against his lips. "Yes, that's better than a night on the town."

He grinned. "I must be in heaven."

"Not yet." she said, her low, sultry voice making him even harder. She  tugged his glasses off his face and set them on the counter behind her,  then slid her hands over his shoulders, pushing his suit jacket off his  arms.

He mirrored her movement, slipping one strap of her dress off her  shoulder. The dress fell dangerously low, exposing the pale flush of one  areola. His other hand fell to her hip and he squeezed, an attempt to  hold on to his dwindling willpower long enough to get her to the desk  and not throw her down on the kitchen table. Then again …  "How about here  instead?"

She laughed off his suggestion and he felt a wave of relief. He hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Come with me." Weaving her fingers in his, she led him down the  seemingly mile-long corridor to his office. Not that he could complain  about the view-he kept his eyes on her derriere the entire time, loving  how she moved, the way her dress hugged her hips. He couldn't wait to  get it off her. To have her under him.         

     



 

In his office, she dropped his hand and flicked on the fireplace with  the remote. The fake flames licked to life, softening the room in an  orange glow. She crooked a finger and he went to her, his body  practically vibrating. How is it he'd had her repeatedly and still  wanted more?

She unbuttoned his shirt, parting the material and sweeping her fingers  over his chest. He sucked in a breath, loving the feel of her hands on  his body. The way she reverently touched him. He molded his hands over  her shoulders, warming her with his palms before pushing the straps  aside and exposing her breasts. Such perfect breasts. He cupped them in  his hands and thumbed her nipples as her eyes closed. How was it they  both enjoyed touching one another in equal measure? He shouldn't  question it. And then he couldn't, because next she reached for his  belt.

When his pants slid to his knees, he unzipped her dress, letting it fall  to her hips. He stomped on his pants and left them inside out on the  floor while she wiggled out of the dress, her lithe movements causing  his erection to throb painfully.

She hadn't been wearing a bra, he'd known that. But now he saw she  hadn't been wearing underwear, either. Eyes on the V between her thighs,  he shucked his boxer briefs and reached her in one step, his lips  hitting hers hard, suddenly unable-or unwilling-to slow down.

Kimber was no longer smiling or teasing, but she was responding. Kissing  him as hard as he kissed her, her tongue in his mouth, her hands roving  over his chest. He palmed her ass at the same time she grabbed his  cock. With a low grunt of satisfaction, he backed them through the room  toward the desk, sucking in greedy gulps of air between kisses. His leg  hit the corner of his mahogany desk, rattling the pen cup sitting there.

The disruption made her pull her lips from his. He watched as she took  in the blotter, the stapler, the wooden inbox, then lifted her eyes to  his, a question simmering there.

"Do it," he told her, half a smile creeping onto his face.

With wide eyes, she glanced at the surface again. "I don't think I can. It's all so …  neat."

He moved her aside and, much as he hated to, let go of her hips. Arm on one side of the desk, he lifted an eyebrow. Dare me?

She bit her lip, something irreverent and fiery in her expression. That  was all it took. Starting at one side, he swiped his arm across the  desk, knocking everything off. Various office implements clattered to  the floor.

When he faced her, she had her hand to her throat as if in shock. She  was a vision, completely nude save for those tall, tall shoes, her  nipples peaked, her hair coming down, her mouth forming a perfect O. "I  can't believe you did that."

He didn't speak, but crushed his mouth into hers. She tasted like  peppermint, smelled like cucumber, and the scent curled around his brain  and stalled his every thought. Kicking his chair out of the way, he  lifted and sat her onto the shining desk, then took hold of her ankles.  "Worth it," he said. He spread her legs and she let him, a foxy little  smile on her face.

He draped her knees over his shoulders, kissing first one breast and  then the other. A breathy moan sounded in her throat as the heels of her  shoes scraped his back. She arched toward him and he purposefully made  his way to her thighs.

"Landon." Her fingers tangled in his hair as he traced the tip of his  tongue along the inside of her legs. She pushed his head away, then  pulled him closer, like she didn't know what she wanted. But he knew  what she wanted. He knew because she'd told him, because he'd paid close  attention to her body's needs over and over again.

Dipping his head, he took his time tasting every square inch of her  until she squirmed. Until her soft mewls of pleasure swirled around him,  and the spicy scent of her was imprinted on his brain. Only when she  yanked his hair did he come up for air.

"Now." Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a disaster.

He smiled. He loved what he did to her. "But I'm not finished yet."

"Oh, yes you are."

Well. How could he argue with that? He opened a desk drawer and fished out a row of condoms.