Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

“What’s your name?” he mumbled into my skin.

“. . . Paige.” For the first time ever, I felt bad about lying, but it was too dangerous to use my real name.

“Fake or real?” He worked a path of kisses down to my collarbone.

I wasn’t supposed to touch unless given permission, but I found his head in my hands, my fingers weaving through his soft, thick hair. The long suit sleeves were bunched up at my elbows and constricting, but I liked having the jacket on. I liked wearing part of him.

“Fake,” I whispered. “You understand why–”

“Yeah.” His rough voice rumbled at the base of my throat. He was coming back up. “I’m going to kiss you again. It won’t be an accident.”

My heart pounded in my chest and I sucked in a breath. “Dom–”

Too late. His hot mouth crushed against mine and this kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet or curious. It was demanding. Urgent. Passionate. The kind of kiss a man waited a year to give a lucky woman, and I was that fucking lucky woman. My moan was loud and my hands clenched fistfuls of his hair, trapping him where I wanted him. I was drugged by these strange feelings, and thirsty for more.

He tore his lips away from mine and stared down at me with a discerning and sharp look. “Was that reaction fake or real?”

I couldn’t breathe, but I managed to speak on a shaky voice. “Real.”

The side of his mouth lifted in a pleased smile. “Then fucking kiss me.”

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THREE

Sitting on the table with Dom towering over me, his hands inching their way toward my breasts, was exciting. The tingling anticipation built with each painfully slow move, creeping leisurely toward the nipples that were hard and sensitive beneath the silky lining of the jacket.

His tongue was deep in my mouth, each wicked stroke over mine better than the last, urging me to come play. I was more focused on my hands and had several buttons of his shirt undone before I paused.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

He resumed kissing me, giving me his answer by helping me undo the rest. I flung the shirt and my jacket open and shifted until I was all the way at the edge of the table, leaning into him. My breasts pressed against the hard angles of his defined chest and we both sucked in a breath. Skin on warm, soft skin.

“That feels so fucking good,” he said.

He didn’t have to tell me, not just because I agreed. The evidence that he liked it was hard on my inner thigh. My legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him closer. I reached for his belt buckle, and as I tugged on it, he straightened. A hand locked on my shoulder and shoved me, sending me backward until I was flat on the cushion and staring up at the chandelier.

“Slow down, Paige.” His warning was sort of playful, but sort of not. The rough voice made everything sound like a command, and that also made me insane with lust. “You haven’t been talking at all.”

“You make that hard when you keep breaking my rule.”

As I’d fallen onto my back, the hand on my shoulder shifted and caressed down my body, brushing over my breast. It trailed over my waist, down over my hip . . . and down . . .

“Tease,” I blurted out. He’d skimmed his fingers in the hollow of my inner thigh. One goddamn inch from where I wanted it.

“It’s only teasing if I don’t do it eventually.” He traced the hollow on the other side. “I could say the same thing about you. Doesn’t this have you distracted enough to talk?”

He had a point. I searched for something to get the awkward conversation going. “What do you do in Japan?”

“I confirm US inventory on container ships so it can pass through customs without incurring a tax when it arrives in California.”

Wow, thrilling. “Do you like your job?”

His gaze drifted across the landscape of my exposed skin. The opening edges of the jacket were hung on my breasts, covering them, but everything else was on full display. I mean, total display because I had Brazilians religiously.

“My job’s necessary to save the company millions of dollars. After another year, I’ll come back to new opportunities that weren’t available before.”

A smile crept across my lips. “You didn’t answer my question.”