“It was my first one.” I straightened my tie.
“Ever?”
“Yes.”
Ryan sobered quickly. “But you wanted to send her one for me.”
I shrugged.
“Come here.”
“What? I have a client due to arrive in approximately—”
She yanked me toward her by the tie before angling my face toward the camera she held away from us. Then she pressed her cheek to mine.
“Smile, PMS.”
I didn’t know what expression I managed in that one second before I gave into temptation and turned my face into her neck. Dimly, I heard the shutter go off as I nibbled her earlobe. “Jesus, you smell good.”
“Not exactly the picture I was going for,” she said as as she tilted her neck to give me more access.
Which I took, greedily and without shame.
I kissed my way down her throat, scraping my teeth over her skin. She hummed in her throat, and my dick hardened in a nanosecond.
I’d probably give up everything just to spend an hour in this woman’s bed.
Even her desk would do.
“But I think I like it. Keep going,” she said breathlessly as I licked my way across her throat to the pulse hammering wildly under her jaw.
“Oh, I will.” The proximity to her lips was making me mad. “I have to kiss you.”
“For fuck’s sake, don’t ask. Just do it.”
“Not the only place I want to kiss you.” I slanted my mouth across hers and absorbed her groan like oxygen.
All at once, it was overwhelming. Just like yesterday. Wildly wandering hands competed with the desperation of my lips racing against hers. I couldn’t taste her enough. I knew I was being rough, and hell if I could stop it.
She tasted like cinnamon. Fiery
and unforgettable.
I cupped her jaw to direct her where I needed her. She opened up to me freely, lifting one of her legs to wrap around me. I was still kneeling on the floor and she was sitting on her chair, and I couldn’t keep from rocking into her, grasping for any part I could touch. The chair tried to roll away and I scrambled after her, holding on fiercely as our mouths warred with each other.
In a minute, I’d pull her down onto my lap. Finish this insanity once and for all.
The elevator dinged. It might as well have been miles away for all the attention I paid to it. Same for the sudden flurry of chimes from Ryan’s phone.
I was too preoccupied with Ryan’s lips, all luscious and wet. And her body, sensuously wrapping around mine.
Sex hex be damned. I think I loved that curse.
Then I heard a loud sniffle. And another.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Is this—are you—oh, God, are you cheating on your wife too?”
My head whipped around. My new client—at least I assumed—was sobbing into a too small tissue that allowed approximately a gallon of tears to leak onto her pale pink top.