The VIP Room(171)

Leah pushed to her feet, took a deep breath, and faced the mirror.

Her mouth dropped open.

Cassie had done something miraculous. Her curls were still all over the place, but instead of looking messy, the style was what Leah always imagined sexy bedhead hair might look on her.

“Oh, God.” She couldn’t face Marcus like this. It screamed sex.

“Don’t be afraid of the way you look. Whatever happens tomorrow, Leah, take advantage of tonight.” Cassie moved behind her. “Take advantage of this.”

“Because I’ll never look this good again?”

“You can look this good, all the time. It just takes desire, and some practice.” She arranged a couple stray curls. “I meant to take advantage because tonight will never happen again. You’ll never be in this place, with this man.”

Leah looked at the woman in the mirror. A woman she didn’t recognize. Maybe that was good. She could be that woman, the woman daring enough to wear this gown, stand up to Marcus Hawkins, take charge of her emotions, her life. Just for one night.





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Marcus waited for her just outside the door. So, no escaping. Not yet.

She opened her mouth to say something, and froze, startled by the way he studied her. Like he was seeing her for the first time. He ran one hand through his hair, tousling the rare neat style, leaving him even more devastating. His hair always reminded Leah of raven’s wings—so black it had blue highlights. She forced herself to stop staring at his long, graceful fingers, to stop staring at him.

“Damn me,” he whispered. “Screw the rules.” He grabbed her hand, dragging her across the wide, crowded foyer.

Rules? What was he talking about?

She didn’t have time to think about his cryptic statement as he pulled her down an empty hallway, stopping at the far end of a side exhibit. Oh, God—she was alone with him, only the prehistoric dioramas as witnesses.

“Marcus—”

“Finally.” He pinned her to the wall, his hands braced on either side of her, and leaned in until his breath warmed her lips. “I never thought you’d say my name.”

He shocked the breath out of her when he slipped one arm around her waist, hauled her forward and kissed her.

She dropped her clutch and grabbed the lapels of his perfect tux, moaning when his tongue traced the curve of her lower lip before slipping inside and driving her crazy. Her tongue warred with his, her body straining to get closer. She wanted to remember this kiss forever, since she expected him to come to his senses any second now and remember who she was.

Instead he hiked her up and trapped her between his body and the wall, rocking his impressive erection against her. The kiss turned raw, and she arched into him, every inch on fire. God—the things he could do with his mouth. She never wanted the kiss to end.

Her hands freed his lapel and moved up, into his hair, her fingers tangling in the silky length. He growled, and his hand moved—under her gown, sliding up her leg until he gripped her ass. With a gasp she tried to pull out of the kiss, mortified.

“No,” he whispered. “You’re perfect. God, you feel so good.” He held her in place and ground himself against her, his breathing ragged. “I need to touch you, Leah.”

“Marcus—” Another gasp cut her off when his free hand slid between them and cupped her. Even through her lacy thong she felt the heat of his fingers.

“You’re already wet.” He slid his finger over her and she forgot to be embarrassed. “You have no idea how that turns me on.”

She stilled, every inch humming, when his fingers slipped inside her thong and found her hot, wet, throbbing clit. The second he touched her she shuddered, already so close to an orgasm she couldn’t breathe.

“Marcus—”

“I need to see you.” He freed her and lowered her to the floor, dragging her over to a bench set against the far wall, between two of the dioramas. “Sit.” She did, her body clenching in anticipation, and yes, a little fear. This was her boss, the Marcus Hawkins, tech genius. She could be fired by the end of the night, so he wouldn’t have to see his biggest mistake every day at the office. “Leah.”

She blinked, and found him on his knees in front of her. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

“Spread those shapely legs for me.” When she did, holding her breath, he inched the thick velvet skirt up, slowly revealing her. “No stockings. I like that.” He leaned in and kissed the inside of her knee. She almost melted into a puddle right there. An endless minute passed before he finally reached the top of her thighs. “The lacy bit surprises me. Your work attire is so—”

“Boring?”

“Sensible. Plain.”

“Plain Frane,” she whispered. Marcus glanced up at her, surprise on his gorgeous face. “Yes, I know what they call me at the office. I thought—I just wanted to fit in, look serious.”

“You do, Miss Frane. So serious I wanted to make you smile every time you walked into my office.” He caught the edge of her thong, and his fingers dove underneath. She jerked against him when one finger entered her. “I think I’ll make you smile tonight.”

She clutched the edge of the bench when a second finger joined it, and he started to stroke her. Those long, graceful fingers played her with the same finesse she covertly admired when they flew over his keyboard.