Best Man with Benefits (Wedding Dare, #4, McCade Brothers, #3)(48)
The chairman of the board droned on about increases in the acquisition costs and requested they walk through the ROI one more time. Logan stifled the urge to say, “Walk through it all you want. Call me when you’re ready to pull the freaking trigger on this deal.” Instead he mouthed, “Ten minutes?” to Sophie and gave her his best I’m sorry smile.
She waved off his apology, reached into her purse and pulled out an e-reader and a bottle of Cab.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and because he knew she wasn’t prone to accept compliments gracefully, he underscored it with a kiss while Peter commenced an explanation of the revised financial model. When he made a move to untie the bow at her waist, she shooed his hands away and pushed him toward the desk. He sat, barely listening to the detailed breakdown of the financials for the deal, which he knew by heart. His attention lingered on Sophie as she moved about the room, bending low to get the corkscrew from the minibar, rising up on her tiptoes as she pulled the cork from the bottle. She poured two glasses of wine, handed him one, and then settled on the bed with her wine and her Kindle. Within a few minutes, she was engrossed in her story. His mind wandered from his call while he appreciated the gleam of the lamplight in her hair and the shadows slanting down the front of her dress. When she shifted position, his attention zoomed to the smooth expanse of thigh revealed by the split in her skirt and an intriguing flash of purple he caught just before she recrossed her legs.
The conversation on the other end of the phone stopped, and he realized they were waiting for him to speak. “Um, thanks Peter, for the rundown on the financial picture. Are there any other questions, or can we—”
“I have a question,” the chairman of the compensation committee chimed in. “I’d like a better understanding of the change-in-control provisions in key executive contracts for the target.”
Oh, God, he was going to be on this call all night. Didn’t these men read any of the information sent to them in advance of this meeting? The senior partner from the outside counsel they’d retained to work the acquisition fielded the question, thus ensuring another hefty billing cycle for her firm. Over on the bed, Sophie looked up at him. Something in her expression had his dick surging behind the zipper of his black dress pants in less time than it took the outside counsel to say, “golden handcuffs.” What the hell was she reading?
Sophie put her Kindle in the nightstand drawer, got up, and walked over until she stood in front of him. A condom landed on the desk seconds before she pulled the tie at her waist and unwrapped her dress to reveal her traffic-stopping body in skimpy purple silk. His mouth went dry and his brain blanked. “Holy shit.”
“Sorry, Logan, did you say something?” the outside counsel asked.
“No. Nothing. Keep going.”
Sophie shrugged out of her dress and knelt in front of him. She reached behind her and unfastened the sleek purple bra. Let it slide down her arms, and then straightened and fluttered her fingertips over her stiff nipples.
His eyes drifted shut, but flew open when those nimble fingers went to work on his belt buckle. He swallowed. When she unzipped his pants, reached in, and fondled him, his hand covered hers, and he didn’t quite succeed in stifling his groan.
“I know,” outside counsel commiserated. “Negotiations were delicate. Some situations require a light touch. Don’t you agree, Logan?”
Boy, did he. Sophie’s light touch was driving him out of his mind. “Absolutely.” The word faded on him when she freed his cock from his boxer briefs, leaned in, and dragged one nipple over his tip. “I’m…in complete agreement.” Jesus.
Her lips followed, and her hand burrowed into his pants to hold his twitching dick still so she could do as she pleased with him. He nearly wept.
“Anyway,” the attorney went on, “we just kept massaging the deal until everyone felt good about it.”
“Do you feel good about it, Logan?” one of the board members asked.
Sophie sucked him in deep. “Oh, God, yes. So good.”
“Excellent. I have to say, you sound very passionate about the whole thing.”
“Some mergers are all win,” he muttered as Sophie swirled her tongue over his throbbing head one last time and then stood and shimmied out of her tiny purple panties.
The board gave a general murmur of agreement and then the outside counsel moved on to the next clause of the contract. Sophie rolled the condom down his shaft. He bit his lip to keep from groaning. Then she straddled him. Slim fingers circled the base of his cock, and she slowly lowered herself onto his lap.
“We approached this next phase of the proceedings very meticulously,” outside counsel stated. “We didn’t rush things. We took our time and did them right.”
“Yes,” Logan blurted. “Hell, yes.” He clamped his hands under her ass and helped her glide up and down his shaft. A little bit faster. A little bit deeper.
“But we didn’t hesitate to play hardball when we had to, did we, Logan.”
Heat flared everywhere she touched him. “N-no. Sometimes you’ve gotta play hardball.”
Her inner muscles clenched and released around him. The heat centered in his balls and burned up his shaft, coaxed along by the pull of her body.
“Right. So if you look down here at clause ten, you’ll see an example of where we hammered away, and hammered away, until they begged for mercy and gave us what we wanted.”