Dare to Desire (Dare to Love 2)

She rolled her eyes as she grabbed her purse from her drawer. “You play plenty.” He’d talked her into letting him stay over at her place, which meant they’d played last night and again in the shower this morning.

“I didn’t hear you complaining either.” He swung his feet onto the floor, rose, and strode over, intent and desire written all over his expressive face.

“Uh-uh. I have to go. We have a meeting in the morning with the PR team and all the department heads. I want to make sure I know exactly what he’s going to pitch. I don’t want to be caught off guard.”

He braced an arm on the back of her chair and tilted her head up toward his. “Will I see you after your dinner?”

“If you’re lucky.”

He pressed his lips to hers before beginning to lick a path toward the sweet spot behind her ear. “What do I have to do to get lucky?” he asked.

Her nipples puckered into tight buds, and she squirmed in her seat. “Be good.” She gripped the arms of her chair.

“I’m always good.”

He was good, she thought. So, so good.

He slid a hand onto her thigh, immediately sliding upward beneath her skirt.

“Alex, no. I have a meeting.”

“And I want you thinking of me the whole time.” He brushed his fingertips over her panties, unerringly finding her clit, and she swallowed a moan.

“Mission accomplished,” she murmured, knowing she’d be wet and wanting Alex the entire time. “But we’re not doing this here.”

To her surprise, he immediately eased his hand out and sat back against the desk. “If you insist.” A teasing glint lit his gaze.

He knew he’d lit her fuse and left her burning. “Come to my place after,” he said.

“We’ll see what time I get out.” She didn’t want to make any promises, no matter how much she wanted to be with him again. She really should go home for the night, sleep alone in her bed once in a while, and not learn to rely on how good it felt to be with him.

“Where are you going for dinner?” he asked.

She looked up, her gaze falling on the vee in his button-down shirt, where his oh-so-lickable chest was exposed, and she sighed.

“Emilio’s,” she said. Derek Fine, head of the PR company, had asked her where she’d like to meet, and the restaurant near Alex’s apartment had just popped out of her mouth.

He grinned. “Well, it just so happens that I’m meeting my sister there too. No excuses then.”

She shook her head and laughed at how easy she’d made it. Of course, she wondered if that had been the point all along. “I guess I’ll see you a little later.”

His answer was a long, lingering kiss. One she couldn’t resist, and she threaded her fingers into his silky hair and kissed him back.

The ringing of his cell interrupted the moment, and he stepped back, regret on his face.

“Get it,” she said. “I have to leave anyway.”

He walked over and grabbed his phone from the desk. He glanced at the number, and his expression turned downright chilly before he hit a button and shoved the cell into his back pocket.

“Who was it?” she asked.

His eyes grew shuttered. “No one important.”

Which meant just the opposite or his entire mood wouldn’t have shifted.

She admitted to being curious, but she wouldn’t pry, and she had a business dinner, and she needed to get moving.

“See you later,” she murmured.