Hot Boss, Wicked Nights

‘What the…?’

He didn’t bother finishing when the door closed behind her. He drew in a slow laboured breath, looked down at himself. Ready, willing and able—hadn’t he mentioned that to her only hours ago? His breath rushed out and he swore, loudly and vehemently.

The tables had been well and truly turned. Was this what she meant by payback? Leaving him here sweltering in a lather of unfinished business?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

DAMON clenched his jaw, focusing on the everyday sounds outside rather than his discomfort and ordering his body to relax while he considered the situation in the room’s cool dimness. He’d give her five minutes tops.

The woman he’d brought back from the jump wasn’t the same woman he’d set out with this morning. He’d witnessed that turnabout on the mountain. He wanted to ask her more about her brother. He wanted to ask her about her fiancé, the man who put those shadows in her eyes. About her family.

But what would be the point? Theirs wasn’t that kind of relationship. One where confidences were shared along with hopes and dreams and fears. Better—safer—to stick to what they had. Which was? The question had him closing his eyes in frustration…

He’d meant to get up—it was obvious she’d played him—and was dozing when he heard a soft tinkle at the foot of the bed. He opened his eyes. His barely diminished erection sprang up and took notice. He had to swallow over a suddenly dry throat before he said, ‘Where did you get that?’

Kate hadn’t expected to find him where she’d left him and clearly he seemed as surprised about that fact as she—she’d taken longer than she’d expected. ‘You can get just about anything you want in this hotel,’ she said. ‘Even dress-ups.’ She flicked the tiny brass discs on her bra and set them jingling. ‘They have a pirate costume if you want to play too.’ She eyed him all over. ‘Or perhaps you’d prefer a Tarzan loincloth.’

He pushed up on the pillows. ‘I’m happy to watch.’

She walked to the room’s CD player and slid in a disc. Sultry Eastern music flowed out of the speakers. It wasn’t quite the same as the music her belly-dance class used, but it sufficed.

She held Damon’s gaze as she sucked in her stomach and began to slowly gyrate her hips to the fluid sound. Then faster as the tempo increased.

His eyes told her he more than liked what he saw. He was right; freedom sang sweet in her veins. Today she’d achieved something she’d never thought she could do. Perhaps she was ready to take a few more risks in her life. The question was, did those risks and that life include Damon? She swept all thought aside—now wasn’t the time.

‘Enough. Come here.’ Damon signalled an end to the foreplay with an impatient wave.

‘But I haven’t even started my striptease yet.’

‘I’ve taken all the teasing I can handle. Here.’ He patted the sheet beside him. ‘Right now.’

‘Very well.’ She shook out her hair the sexy way she’d seen girls do it in movies. ‘But only on my terms.’ His obvious arousal was its own reward and she was happy to oblige his impatience, but she wasn’t finished playing the boss yet. She’d thought about this all the way back to the hotel. She wanted to be in control for once. All her life she’d done what other people told her, tried to please her fiancé, her family, Bryce. This was her chance.

Climbing onto the bed, she parted the filmy layers of her skirt—just a tantalising glimpse to show she was pantie-less—and straddled his thighs. And felt the hard muscles jerk beneath her legs.

She unclasped the tiny coin-embossed bra, drew it off and let it fall on the mattress, freeing her breasts to Damon’s gaze. And that was all she was allowing him. ‘No hands,’ she reminded him.

‘Condoms…’

‘No condoms. I want to feel you inside me, just you. It’s okay, I’m on the Pill,’ she reassured him as his eyes widened. ‘You should know a sensible girl like me would take her own precautions.’

He nodded, relaxed back and lay beneath her, waiting for her next move. Control was its own aphrodisiac, she discovered as she leaned forward and lowered her top half so her nipples teased his flesh. Up and down, back and forth until they tingled with almost unbearable delight. She bit her lip to keep from making any sound that might signal her imminent capitulation.

Setting her palms on his thick, wiry wrists, she bent her head to sample him once more with mouth and tongue. She kissed her way across his chest, tasting damp and salt and man, feeling the thunderous beat of his heart against her lips and enjoying the way his chest hair tickled her nose.