Mogul (Manhattan #2)(37)

I promised him I’d think about it.

I have done nothing but think about it.

And I think my decision will come as no surprise.

I push myself out of the bed and pad into the kitchen, surprised to find Becka all packed and ready to go.

“You’re leaving? You just got here!” I say.

“I know, but…” She rubs her temples with her fingertips. “I need to have an adventure. I need to go out there and experience the city or I’ll never find what I need in order to finish this book.” She sighs as Bryn walks in.

We both gape at her.

“When did you get here?” I ask.

“A little while ago. I’ve got news. Coffee first.”

We have coffee and breakfast while Bryn tells us what happened last night, where Christos caught up with her, what he told her, and her eyes glaze with love and happiness as she relates the details to us. When she finishes and we hug her, she asks what we’ve been up to. While Becka groans about flying back home while hungover, I’m unnaturally silent. I don’t want to tell Bryn what’s been happening with Ian. I feel like she’ll be my voice of conscience, and I don’t need that right now. She’ll worry about his situation and me getting hurt, and I’m already doing that for the both of us.

After breakfast and while Bryn checks all the House of Sass orders on her computer, I head to my phone and scan my contacts. I just can’t help that my stomach jumps when I read his name. I stare at it with a pounding heart. Fucking Ian Ford. My greedy pussy even ripples at the sight of his name! Ugh. I exhale and send out a rather long, detailed text. I’m such a horny little slut.

I reread what I sent and nod. Yep. A slut. Though I’m not too sad about it and I’m pretty sure Ford might even approve of it. I hurry to change, already anticipating his answer.



I want your dick in my mouth. I ALSO want it in my hands. But first I want you inside me.



Ian Ford: I’m open for business.



He sends me his office address in Tribeca.

Half an hour later, I’m entering a building made of all glass and a lobby made of all marble. I ask for him at reception and am indicated he’s on the thirtieth floor. At the elevator, I realize it’s the top floor. I smooth my hands down my cashmere sweater dress. I’m wearing heels and no bra and all the confidence of a woman determined to seduce a man.

I let out a deep exhale when the elevator stops and opens and begin walking down the executive floor. I realize, rather shockingly, that his office is the one at the end. The one with the big frosted-glass door.

“Um. I’m here to see Ian.” I approach the woman behind a large Carrara marble desk. “Mr. Ford, I mean.”

“He’s expecting you.” She rings me in and stands to show the way to his door. When she pushes it open, I slide nervously inside. My heart drums wildly as our eyes meet.

He’s behind a desk, with a huge Mac computer on one side and a whole lot of papers on the other. His office is gargantuan, comprised of all glass walls except for the one behind his desk.

“Nice office.” I walk toward him as I seductively tug on a strand of loose dark hair.

“Nice… shoes.” His eyes rake up and down my legs.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. My roomie is a designer, after all. I plan to be a good customer and promote her work.”

As I get all kinds of crazy feelings looking at him, I remind myself I’ll do my best not to give him my heart, just my body.

Dating casually. That’s what this will be. He has lit my fire and no one can quench it but him.

“Did you think about our last conversation?”

I nod as he comes around his desk. “I came, didn’t I?”

“And you’re coming again.”

I nod and press up against him. Ian fists my hair and holds me inches away from his mouth, staring at my face with those dark eyes. My breathing hitches as he turns my face sideways and lands a kiss on the side of my neck.

I exhale, trembling already.

“Miss me?” I reach out to stroke his cock against his zipper and love how hard he is. He groans and pulls my face back.

“I’m sure that speaks for itself.”

I want his dick so much my mouth salivates. I want to pull it out and lick it, suck it, but I can’t ignore the heat between my legs. Ian seems to read my mind.

He pushes me against the wall and pulls up my dress, pulls down my panties, and I thrust out my butt, squirming restlessly as he undoes his belt. “Hurry!” I call past my shoulder.

I get a glimpse of him—dressed in his slacks and white shirt, with that gorgeous, lean, athletic body and that larger-than-life bulge behind his zipper—and I’m that convinced if he doesn’t give it to me now, hard and fast, I’m going to implode from wanting.

His eyes meet mine as his fingers work open his slacks, and I’m perspiring as those inky eyes hold mine for a long moment. Then, as he notices my restlessness, his lips begin to curve in delight.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you eager girl,” he says. He steps closer and I face forward again and thrust my butt out in invitation.

“Ahh. Dancer.” His voice is near the back of my ear, the words warm on my skin as he grabs me by the hips and presses his nine-inch organ of pleasure against me. His fingers dig into my hip bones as he rubs his cock up and down the fissure of my ass. And then into my pussy.