The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)
“Tell me he’s gone,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses it softly.
Ah . . . this is not how the plan went in my head. I’m supposed to be rejecting him right about now.
Abort mission . . .
“He’s gone,” I breathe.
His lips take mine, and his tongue slides effortlessly through my mouth as my senses awaken.
His hand grinds me onto his waiting erection as our kiss turns frantic. He pushes me up against the wall and tears my skirt up and slips his thick fingers underneath my panties. His dark eyes hold mine. “Tonight, we fuck.”
Chapter 7
“Jameson,” I whisper. “Will you behave?” I pull my skirt down over my hips.
He smiles into my neck and pulls me closer; his lips brush against mine as he takes my face in his hands. The kiss is slow, long, and deliberate, and I find my feet floating in the air.
“Dinner?” he breathes.
“Hmm.” I smile against him as he holds my face. There’s no mistaking that kiss. It’s tempting, sensual, and a promise of sexual satisfaction.
“What time will I pick you up?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether you think you can tell me what to wear and what to do.”
He smiles softly, and I feel my heart skip a beat; he hasn’t smiled at me like that since the first night we met. “Forgive me,” he whispers as he leans in and kisses me again. “I simply wanted you to wear my favorite outfit so I could admire you in it.” His lips drop to my neck as if he’s unable to stop himself. “I didn’t mean to offend.”
“Do you have to be so abrasive with me?” I whisper as his teeth skim my jawline.
“Abrasive is who I am.”
“The man I met was funny and carefree.”
He smiles down at me as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Our meeting was a luxury that I’ve never been afforded.”
“How so?”
“I had the gift of anonymity.”
Our lips touch, and I rub my fingers through his stubble.
“Why are you so different here?” I whisper.
He pulls out of my grip and walks over to his desk. “I am who I have to be, Emily. Funny and carefree can’t successfully run an empire.”
I stare at him as I think for a moment. “Okay, then I guess I’ll have to decline dinner.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I want to spend a night with Jim.”
His eyes hold mine.
“Jameson Miles the CEO doesn’t interest me. I couldn’t care less about your money or your power.”