Misadventures with the Boss (Misadventures #12)(26)

“I could make do with what we have.” He traced a line back up to the hem of my panties, pushed them aside, and rolled a finger over the seam of my sex. “If I choose to.”

I shivered, and another rush of need took hold of me as his finger pushed deeper, teasing me. I shot a panicked glance around the room, but there was no one looking our way. And even if they did, the way he was angled in front of me probably made it look to an outsider like he was whispering something in my ear.

“What do you think I should do?” he asked.

“I-I don’t think you should stop,” I whispered as he nipped my earlobe sharply with the edge of his teeth. I gasped and could feel his smile against my skin.

“I think I will. And let it be a lesson to you.” He pulled away, and my breath caught again, my knees shaking as he righted my skirt. He settled across from me again, leaving me staring at him.

“I…” I started, but I didn’t know what to say. Instead, my gaze searched his as he reached for his glass of wine and clinked it against my own.

“To a deal well struck.”

“Sure. To that,” I muttered, wondering yet again if a person could literally die of need.

Because if so? Somebody was going to need to call the coroner. Stat.

He smirked again, eyeing me over the top of his glass while he took a sip.

“What’s so funny?” I demanded, taking my own glass with a shaking hand.

“You,” he said simply. “You’re trying to be cool and collected when I know what you really want.”

“And what is it that I want?”

“Honestly?” He ran a hand over his square jaw as he let his gaze trail over me again. “Well, first of all, you want me to hide underneath this tablecloth and lick you until you make a scene.”

I squeezed my thighs together to quell the surge of need that rose in me at the very thought.

“And then?”

“Then you want me to take you up to one of these fancy rooms and fuck you hard and deep until you scream.”

That was about right, but hell if I was going to admit it.

I ran my index finger down the front of my blouse and popped the top button open with a flick of my fingers, baring a few inches of creamy skin. Jackson went suddenly quiet, his gaze locked on my hand.

“Thing is, boss man…you want that too, don’t you?”

I popped another button, feeling like a fucking Amazon warrior high with power.

“So we can sit here talking all day, or we can go upstairs and do what we’ve both been wanting to do since we walked in. Your call.”

I managed to take another sip of wine without spilling a drop, despite my trembling hands.

“What’s it gonna be?” I asked, eyeing him like he was my last meal on death row.

“I’m going to pay the check,” he managed through gritted teeth. He nodded toward the approaching waiter. Quickly glancing at the bill, he dropped some money into the leather billfold and then turned his attention back to me.

“Enjoying your drink?” he asked.

“I can barely taste it,” I answered honestly. All I could think about was how his lips would taste on mine. What he was going to do to me when we were finally alone. How he would satisfy the needy ache between my thighs.

“Well, if you don’t think you can enjoy the rest, it’s better that we don’t waste our time. What do you think?”

Swallowing hard, I nodded and then allowed him to take my hand and lead me across the room and back into the hotel lobby.

Rather than stopping for a room key, though, he led me into the elevators.

I frowned. “What are we doing?” I asked.

“You said this was supposed to happen on your lunch hour. So I’m giving you a choice.” The elevator swung into action, but just as quickly he pressed the emergency stop. “I happen to know that the video cameras in these elevators don’t work.”

My breath caught in my throat. “So what’s my choice?” I forced myself to ask.

His smile widened. “Whether you want to grip one of the handles or get on your knees.”

He lifted an eyebrow, eyes blazing, looking every bit like the devil himself out to make a deal.

I was sure he’d made the offer just for the shock value, to make me squirm and blush. But he’d freed a whole new side of me, and I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity like this.

“Why not have both?” I replied.

Then, taking another step toward him, I sank to my knees and unzipped his fly while he unbuckled his belt with a groan of approval. My hands were still shaking, but as he lowered his pants and boxers and his thick, hard length sprang out, I wetted my lips.

He was perfection. Long and thick and straight. I’d never felt more sexy, more free. And I was determined to show him exactly how much that meant to me.

I bent low and pulled his throbbing cock into my mouth, my heart hammering.

How was I going to go back to the way my life was before? How was I going to give this—give him—up?

His fingers slid into my hair, and those thoughts melted away under the heat that sizzled between us.

This wasn’t a time to worry. It was a time to live and embrace this window of pure joy. And I wasn’t going to waste a second of it.





Chapter Twelve