Total D*ck(24)

He was larger than Brandon, his shoulders wider and his arms stronger. But he didn’t manhandle me like my former dance partner. Instead, he moved with me, our bodies melting into each other as the music ruled our movements.

I tried to shake out of the song’s spell. “Let’s get down to business. What did you find out?”

His piercing eyes shone through his mask, glittering in the low light of the ballroom. We were so close, our breaths mingled and I tried to ignore the butterflies floating around in my stomach. They had to have been from the alcohol, not the nearness of Kennedy. Had to be.

“Greenwood just got several plum Department of Defense contracts—”

“Pfft, I got the same thing.” I tried to ignore his index finger caressing my bare skin, raising goose bumps along my back.

“Did you get that Rhone was set to get the contracts until Greenwood came out with some new technology in the last few days?”

“No.” I chewed on my lip. “The stolen data. It has to be.”

“Look who graduated top of her class from Princeton.”

I pulled back and considered him. “You’ve been checking up on me?”

“Sometimes I Google. Or I make my secretary, Faye, do it and print it all for me.”

“Look who graduated dead last in his class from Loyola.”

He nuzzled into my hair and ran his hand down my back to the top of my ass. “You know what they say. Get A’s in law school, be a professor. Get B’s, be a judge. Get C’s, be a millionaire.”

“You aren’t a millionaire just yet.” I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access to my neck. He took it, his warm breath tickling along my jugular as we kept the slow, sensual rhythm.

“I’m not?” He laughed and his lips brushed my throat, sending a tingle straight to my clit.

My knees tried to turn to jelly, but he held me tighter.

“I’ve seen your office, remember?” I tried to concentrate on anything other than his lips, his hard body pressed against mine, the scent of his aftershave. I couldn’t.

“Looks can be deceiving. Like how you always wear clothes that don’t fit to hide this perfect body. How you wear your hair like a librarian but I can tell you’re a tiger in the sack.” He moved a hand down to my thigh, the high slit giving him easy access to my ass. “How, despite your prim and proper manners, you aren’t wearing any panties.” Sliding his hand up, he kneaded my bare skin to make his point.

“Kennedy.”

“Scarlett.” His voice was a low growl. “If you say my name like that one more time, I’m going to drag you to the coat closet and fuck you against the furs.”

A whip of heat shot up my thighs. “Y-you wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” He moved his hand to cup my ass, his fingers seeking lower and farther. A few more inches and he’d know how wet his threat made me.

My heart thumped against my ribs and his touch seemed to take my breath away.

“I think we should report back to Mr. Rhone and Mr. Porter.” I slowed, trying to break his hold on me.

He eased up and gave me a hint of space, but not much. “Can’t it wait? One more song?”

“No . . .”

He bent down, his lips so close to mine.

I had to stop him. Stop this. “Kennedy.”

He grinned. “What did I just say?”

Before I could protest, he’d gripped my wrist and was pulling me past the dancers, heading straight toward the front doors and the coat closet.

Excitement and fear mixed in my blood. “Let go of me.” I tried to yank my hand back.

“Not a chance.” He said over his shoulder and kept barreling forward.

Up the two steps to the entrance and then at the coat check. An attendant was there. I said a silent thank-you that the coatroom was off-limits, thanks to the teenage worker in the maudlin mask.

Without releasing my hand, Kennedy dug into his front coat pocket, pulled out a twenty, handed it to the kid, and yanked me through the open doorway.

“You just bribed the—”

The coat closet was deep, dim, and packed to the brim. The kid closed the door behind us as Kennedy bulldozed down one of the tight rows, his front hand outstretched, touching the materials.

I tried one more time to wrench my wrist free, but he wouldn’t release me.

“This one.” He turned and gripped my waist before pressing me face-first into a luxurious fur coat.

“Stop.” I couldn’t do this. Not here. What if Guy or Frank had seen us?

He gripped my hair close to my scalp and pulled my head to the side. When his lips met the juncture of my neck and my shoulder, I clutched the dark fur and my pussy tingled.