“Mmm—really?”
He nuzzled her ear. “Nothing but your presence would do.”
“You know, Your Grace,” she responded playfully, “this is rather irregular. A client could arrive at any moment, or the phone could ring. We’re on work hours.”
He lifted his head to look into her eyes. “Are you expecting anyone this late in the day?”
“No,” she admitted.
“Then there’s no problem, as far as I see.”
“There is a problem,” she teased. “This has all the trappings of the lord of the manor cornering the backstairs maid.”
“Because you’re on my payroll?” he murmured, grazing her temple with his lips.
She nodded. “Exactly right. W-we had sexual relations in your bedroom right before I was to meet with your sister about wedding plans.”
He almost laughed at her mock prudish tone even as every part of him was coming to stimulating arousal. He was finding this interchange with Pia more erotic than any of the more blatant attempts at seduction he’d been the recipient of in the past. It appeared that, after all, Pia might be skilled at role-play…
“Perhaps I should ask directly,” he said, playing along. “Will you nevertheless oblige me?”
Pia tilted her head, pretending to consider. “Mmm…”
Not waiting for a response, he stroked her leg, and then let his hand wander under the hem of her dress until it connected with her hip. Sliding her panties to one side, he caressed her intimately.
He watched as her eyes clouded with desire.
“I want to know every inch of you,” he murmured. “I want to taste your flavor and learn your scent.”
Pia’s eyelids drooped, and she gripped his arm hard.
“Pia?” he murmured when she still hadn’t said anything.
He scanned her face and watched her eyelashes flutter against her pale skin.
She wet her lips. “Oh, y-yes. I-I’ll oblige you.”
They were both so turned on, they could hardly speak.
“This is the most erotic exchange I’ve ever had,” she said as if she’d read his mind.
He had to have her. He kissed her, and then, removing his hand from under her dress, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet.
He headed with her toward the bedroom.
“Are we destined to make love in the afternoon?” she asked.
He glanced down at her, a smile hovering at his lips. “Anytime becomes you, princess.”
He stepped into her bedroom and deposited her on the bed, on top of her feminine white coverlet.
Straightening, he took a moment to let his eyes travel over her.
She looked up at him with desire. Her golden hair was spread out over the cover, and her lips were pink and wet from his kisses.
She was beautiful.
Pia parted her lips. “Oh, H-Hawk.”