Page 165 of Mile High Ruin

“Yes.”

“At least you admit it.”

“I rarely deny things worth doing.”

Her mouth curves. “Dangerous philosophy.”

“So I’ve been told.”

I stop behind her. My hands settle at her waist. The dress is smooth beneath my palms, but I can feel the warmth of her through it.

She inhales. “You’re going to wrinkle it.”

“I will buy another.”

“That’s not the point.”

I lower my mouth to the side of her neck, and her argument disappears. I kiss slowly beneath her ear, then along the slope of her shoulder while my hands move over her hips.

She leans back against me.

That’s enough.

I slide one hand upward until my fingers close around her breast through the thin fabric. Her nipple hardens instantly.

“Vadim.”

“You came into my study looking like this.”

“I came to say thank you.”

“This is a terrible way to do that.”

She laughs softly. Then she presses her ass back against me, and my cock hardens immediately.

I tighten my grip on her waist. “Sloane.”

“What?”

“You are about to miss the party you demanded.”

“We have time.”

That’s the wrong thing to say.

I turn her toward the desk, bend her forward over the edge, and push the hem of the dress up over her hips. She’s wearing black underwear.

I drag one hand slowly over her ass. “You planned this.”

“I planned to wear underwear.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Her laugh breaks when I slide my fingers beneath the fabric and find her already wet.

“Fuck.”

I move my fingertips over her slowly, teasing her clit until she has to brace both hands against the desk.