The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(34)

Jameson’s eyes hold mine. “I have something I need you to add with it. It’s on my computer. Come with me, and I’ll get it now.”

My nerves tingle. “Okay,” I reply as I stand.

Jameson holds his hand out. “Ladies first.”

I turn to Tristan. “Thank you. See you later.”

Tristan smiles broadly. “Goodbye. Have a nice afternoon.”

I walk to Jameson’s office, and I can feel the heat of his stare on my behind.

Just play it cool . . . no flirting . . . no touching. Just play it cool.

I am here to prick tease the bastard . . . nothing more and nothing less. We get to his office, and he opens the door. I walk past him, and then he closes it and flicks the lock.

I turn to him as he steps toward me in slow motion. His face comes to within an inch of mine.

Our eyes search each other’s, and without a word said, he grabs my ponytail and wraps it around his hand and pulls my head back to his face.

“Don’t fight with me,” he breathes, then leans down and licks my lips.

“Don’t be an asshole,” I whisper.

He bends and runs his hand up my bare leg as he holds my hair in his hand. His tongue licks up the length of my neck, which is stretched out for him, as his hand grabs my behind.

“Tell me he’s gone,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses it softly.

Ah . . . this is not how the plan went in my head. I’m supposed to be rejecting him right about now.

Abort mission . . .

“He’s gone,” I breathe.

His lips take mine, and his tongue slides effortlessly through my mouth as my senses awaken.

His hand grinds me onto his waiting erection as our kiss turns frantic. He pushes me up against the wall and tears my skirt up and slips his thick fingers underneath my panties. His dark eyes hold mine. “Tonight, we fuck.”





Chapter 7

“Jameson,” I whisper. “Will you behave?” I pull my skirt down over my hips.

He smiles into my neck and pulls me closer; his lips brush against mine as he takes my face in his hands. The kiss is slow, long, and deliberate, and I find my feet floating in the air.

“Dinner?” he breathes.

“Hmm.” I smile against him as he holds my face. There’s no mistaking that kiss. It’s tempting, sensual, and a promise of sexual satisfaction.

“What time will I pick you up?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you think you can tell me what to wear and what to do.”

He smiles softly, and I feel my heart skip a beat; he hasn’t smiled at me like that since the first night we met. “Forgive me,” he whispers as he leans in and kisses me again. “I simply wanted you to wear my favorite outfit so I could admire you in it.” His lips drop to my neck as if he’s unable to stop himself. “I didn’t mean to offend.”

“Do you have to be so abrasive with me?” I whisper as his teeth skim my jawline.

“Abrasive is who I am.”

“The man I met was funny and carefree.”

He smiles down at me as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Our meeting was a luxury that I’ve never been afforded.”

“How so?”

“I had the gift of anonymity.”

Our lips touch, and I rub my fingers through his stubble.

“Why are you so different here?” I whisper.

He pulls out of my grip and walks over to his desk. “I am who I have to be, Emily. Funny and carefree can’t successfully run an empire.”

I stare at him as I think for a moment. “Okay, then I guess I’ll have to decline dinner.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I want to spend a night with Jim.”

His eyes hold mine.

“Jameson Miles the CEO doesn’t interest me. I couldn’t care less about your money or your power.”

He stares at me for an extended time as if processing my words.

I walk over and kiss him softly. “Tell Jim to pick me up at seven,” I whisper as I run my tongue through his lips. “I’m aching for him.”

Tenderness crosses his face. “I’ll see what I can do.”

I walk back down to my floor and take a seat at my desk.

“How did it go?” Aaron whispers as he types. “Did you make him beg?”

“God, I’m totally crap at playing hard to get.” I sigh.

Molly smirks. “Aren’t we all?”

I open my computer.

“Well?” Aaron whispers as he stops working. “Tell us.”

“We’re having dinner tonight,” I reply as I try to sound casual.

“Oh my God,” Molly whispers in excitement. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“I don’t know.” I frown. “Something insanely hot.”

I hold my hand over my heart as I try to will it to slow down, and I glance at the clock on the wall—6:55 p.m.

He’ll be here any minute.

I shake my hands around and pace back and forth. “Just be cool . . . don’t sleep with him. Whatever you do, don’t be easy,” I remind myself out loud.

I walk back to the mirror in the bathroom and reapply my lipstick. “Get to know each other, and then make an informed decision based on his personality and not how much he turns you on.” I smirk at the ridiculous girl talking to her reflection. If his dick wasn’t so perfect, I wouldn’t be thinking about it at all, then . . . would I?