Beg Me

“It is my business. The Napolitano Hotel chain is my livelihood.”

He scowls and squeezes my neck hard enough for me to feel alarmed. I push him off, and he lets go, laughing.

“Don’t be so uptight,” he says.

“I don’t want anything to do with your hotel chain, Byron. I don’t give two shits about your business. Just stay away from me and leave Madison alone,” I tell him, fixing my shirt collar.

“We’ll see about that, friend,” he says.

He walks away, headed toward a parked car. Two men dressed in suits, open the door.

This is some shady business.

Byron is almost back to the car when he turns back around and yells, “Watch your back, Rocco. It’s a jungle out there. You never know when you’re about to get torn to bits.”

When twelve o’clock hits, I’m pacing around the front of my office.

In the matter of just a few hours, the stakes have increased dramatically. What’s my next plan of action?

I should tell Madison about Byron. On the other hand, I don’t want to make her any more w

orried than she already is. If I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want to end this just yet. I’m still having fun.

I decide to keep it a secret. It’s not my smartest plan, but I need some time to figure out a better course of action.

Hurriedly, I walk to my office door, ignoring my secretary when she says, “Before you go into your office, there’s someone—”

I close the door loudly and lock it. The only person I want disturbing me today is Madison. Anyone else can just leave me the hell alone.

“There you are,” her voice whispers in my ear.

Her lips fall gently on my lobe. She kisses lightly, sliding her tongue across the delicate skin.

“I’ve been waiting for almost twenty minutes. I didn’t know if you’d come or not,” she says.

I turn and face her. Instinctually, my hands fall to her waist. I feel her flesh against my palm and all is right again in the world.

When I see her, when I actually see her, she’s completely naked.

“Holy shit,” I mutter with a smile creeping onto my face. “God, I’ve missed this body.”

She’s lucky my secretary didn’t see.

My hands rise to her breasts, and I have to kiss each one like they’re gifts from God. “Where’s that elevator?” she asks.

“You’re naked.”

I laugh and kiss her. Her warm lips wrap around mine, and I quickly breathe in her scent. Endorphins rush through my body.

I feel like I’m floating.

“Am I?” She giggles. “I wasn’t aware.”

“What do you expect me to do? Shield you? My secretary will see,” I tell her.

I’m not protesting. I just really want her to find a safe way into that elevator.

She pushes her butt onto my desk and sliding all of the documents off the edge. “Wait for it,” she says.