Billionaire's Contract Engagement (Kings of the Boardroom #3)(38)

Maybe Evan had his own entrance. The thought amused her, but then he had so much money, it wouldn’t surprise her.

She was immediately met by concierge and was handed a keycard.

“Mr. Reese wishes for you to go right up,” the older man said.

She blushed from head to toe. She knew well what it looked like. Like she was some hooker or mistress—precisely what she’d imagined on her way over—all set to have a clandestine meeting.

She took the key card, murmured her thanks, and shot past the doorman and into the small hallway leading directly to the elevators. Thankfully she bypassed the lobby entirely. It seemed like everyone in the world knew what she was here for.

In the elevator, she inserted her key and punched the button for the top floor. She was whisked to the

top in no time at all and stepped into the eerily quiet hallway. There were only a few doors. The rooms must be huge because she only counted four doors total. Evan’s was on the very end, and she took a deep breath before inserting the key into the slot.

When she opened the door and stepped inside, she immediately saw Evan standing across the room, drink in hand, his eyes fixed on her. He’d been waiting. She could sense his impatience and see the triumph in his expression when she closed the door behind her.

She stood there, unmoving, as he put his drink aside and crossed the room in just a few, long strides.

“You came,” he murmured.

He swept her into his arms and kissed her. He wasn’t gentle or even particularly careful. Their bodies came together in a clash she felt all the way to her bones.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” she asked when she was finally able to draw a breath.

His eyes glittered, and his throat worked up and down as if he was trying to hold on to his control.

“If you hadn’t, I was prepared to go and drag you out of your apartment.”

All her concerns fell away. Nothing else mattered but the intense need they felt for each other.

“Next time I won’t come. I have my own set of caveman fantasies wherein the Neanderthal drags me off to his cave.”

He growled low in his throat and before she could react, he had her in his arms and was striding toward the bedroom.

Fourteen

They made it as far as the dresser. Evan slid her onto the polished surface of the wood and leaned in until she straddled his hips.

“I swore this time I’d savor first,” he said against her mouth. “Dammit, but when I see you, all reason flies out the door.”

She hooked her legs around his back and pulled him into the V of her groin.

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”

“Never a woman,” he murmured as he swept hungrily over her mouth.

Her excitement mounted as Evan ripped at her shirt. He shoved it down over her shoulders, trapping her arms to her sides. His hands smoothed up her bare skin to her shoulders. He gripped her so hard, she knew she’d wear his prints.

His breath blew hot over her chin and then her jaw. He kissed a line to her ear then sucked the lobe

between his teeth.

Shivers overtook her. Delicate little goose bumps dotted her flesh until she trembled uncontrollably.

He stepped back, his hands falling to the waistband of her pants. His fingers hung in the snap and he stood there staring at her heaving chest.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He raised one finger to hook in the strap of her bra. He ran it up then down, and he grazed the tip over the swell of her breast.

“I love the lingerie.”

She leaned back on the dresser, resting her palms on the top to give him a better glimpse of her cle**age.

“You’re absolutely merciless, aren’t you?” he murmured.

She smiled and arched invitingly until the barest hint of her ni**les peeked at him over the lace cups of her bra.

He wrapped both arms around her waist and lowered his mouth to the valley between her br**sts. He kissed and nibbled at the plump swells until she gasped and struggled for each breath.

The straps had loosened and tumbled down her shoulders. He slid his palms up her body, hooked his thumbs in the straps and dragged them back down.

He tugged until finally one cup slipped down and freed her breast. He licked the nipple until it puckered and strained outward. Then he closed his mouth ever so gently around the tip.

“Evan,” she whispered as her hands tangled in his hair.

He sucked softly and then with more pressure until her entire focus was the streaks of pleasure radiating from her nipple.

Clumsily, he yanked and fumbled with the clasp of her bra until it fell completely free. He shoved it aside and focused on unbuttoning her pants, his mouth never leaving her breast.

He lifted her hips. She hoisted herself up, giving him room to pull her pants down. They fell to the floor and he took a step back and ran his gaze up and down her body.

She felt beautiful and desirable. Even irresistible. He ate her with his eyes. Appreciation didn’t adequately describe what she saw in his gaze. This was a man who saw only her. There were no other women.

“I can’t say I ever fantasized about having sex with a woman on top of a dresser, but I’m re-evaluating. I can see the appeal.”

She wiggled a little closer to him so that she was perched on the edge. Right now she wanted him so much, even the short distance to the bed seemed too much.