Tempted Heir (The Heirs 7)

I let out a silent burst of laughter then take a sip of the bourbon.

“I don’t…” she pauses to think and begins to worry her bottom lip. After a minute, she takes a deep breath, then says, “I don’t want it to be forced.”

“Of course,” I agree. Rising to my feet, I walk over to her. I take the wine glass from her hand and set it down on the side table before pulling her up. When she’s standing in front of me, giving me a questioning look, I say, “Close your eyes.”

She does as I ask. I wait a couple of seconds, then lift my left hand to the side of her neck. “Don’t think of anything. Just focus on my touch.” The corner of her mouth lifts.

I take in the feel of her soft skin beneath my hand while drinking in her beauty.

Christ. I want Dash in every possible way.

I’ve always seen her as mine, but being her friend is not enough anymore. I want all of her.

Slowly, I lean down until our cheeks brush, then I whisper, “Focus on my breaths.” I let them fan out over her ear.

Dash lifts her hands to my sides and takes hold of my shirt. I turn my head slightly and let my lips brush over her jaw as I take a breath of her flowery scent.

When her breathing begins to speed up, I pull back. Satisfaction fills my chest as I take in her parted lips. Slowly she opens her eyes, and when they focus on me, I smile at her. “It won’t be forced, Dash. I can promise you that.”

Chapter 5

DASH

Staring at my computer screen, I keep replaying last night over and freaking over in my mind.

Christopher didn’t even do anything out of the ordinary, but damn, it was intense. One touch and a couple of breaths, and my ovaries were doing backflips.

What the hell?

How?

Okay, so I was clearly affected. That’s not what I’m worried about. It’s Christopher. What if he doesn’t want me the same way I want him?

Closing my eyes, I lean back and let out a sigh.

I hear his office door open, and it makes my eyes dart open, and my hands fly up. I almost knock the damn keyboard off the desk.

Instantly Christopher frowns. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just resting my eyes for a moment.”

His gaze narrows on me as he holds a folder out to me. I don’t know what he sees, but it makes the corner of his mouth curve up before he heads back into his office.

The instant the door shuts behind him, I drop my forehead to the desk with a dull thud.

Fuck my life. It was probably written all over my face that I was thinking about last night.

Sitting up again, I scowl at the door.

Screw this. Why should I be the only one affected like this?

I pick up a contract that was finalized this morning, and getting up, I walk into his office.

Christopher’s head snaps up, and instantly a smile tugs at his lips. “Did I forget something?”

My heart begins to beat faster as I shake my head.

Shit, am I really going to do this?

I need to see his reaction. If he doesn’t notice anything, then I know a relationship won’t work.

Be sexy. Be seductive.

You can do this.

Instead of just dropping the contract on his desk like I always do, I slowly lean over the desk and hold it out to him, knowing he’ll have one hell of a view of my cleavage.

Lowering my voice, I murmur, “I had the Global Sync contract signed earlier. I thought you’d want to look over it before I hand it to Ryker.”

Christopher’s eyes lock with mine, and the way his lips curve into a smirk tells me he knows what I’m doing.

I’m just about to chicken out, but then his eyes lower to my cleavage for a good couple of seconds before he meets my gaze again. They’re darker and intense as hell, causing a fluttering in my abdomen.

The moment feels loaded, and then he says, “The next time you bend over my desk like that, you better be prepared for the consequences.”

I straighten up and frown. “Consequences?”

Slowly, he nods. “I’m holding back because you need time to think. The next time you tempt me, I will react.”

Instantly a smile spreads over my face. “So it worked?”

Shaking his head, he holds his hand out to me. “Yes, now give me the contract.”

Not thinking, I lean forward and hand it to him.

Christopher drops the folder on the desk as he gets up from his chair. His eyes lock with mine as he stalks toward me. Wrapping an arm around my lower back, he yanks me right against his body, and then my eyes widen.

Holy shit.

He’s hard.

Yep, that’s definitely not his phone.

His eyes hold mine captive until my breaths start to speed up from the anticipation building between us.