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“Thank you. I’ll be in touch about the droid.”
I tossed my phone onto the table.
My instincts always served me well and they were screaming at me. My flesh crawled with suspicion. Something wasn’t right. A lot of somethings weren’t right. I needed to stay the course. The last thing I needed was to lose focus. The software had to come through and we needed a fact-to-face meeting to hash out the specifics. It’d give me my best chance to find out what Sebastian’s real interest in the project was. I doubted our motives were the same. He was an arms dealer. One of the best in the world. Unless we shared the same retirement dreams, it made no sense that he was suddenly interested in cyber-skimming.
But this business had taught me anything was possible. The thing you least expected was the most probable. Maybe St. Valentine was ready to hang it up, too. Maybe, unlike me, he had shared his plans for the future with someone close to him. Maybe he dreamed of white picket fences and living happily-ever-after or an island in the middle of nowhere...who the fuck knew?
I told myself it was all about the business. It was all about protecting my assets and my family. My conscience was clean.
I was still debating those facts with myself when I heard Suzanne open the bedroom door. I kept my back to her, a deliberate act on my part. Anticipation. Drama. Or just the thrill of knowing she was the one seeking me out.
“Hey, you,” she whispered as she approached me in front of the windows. She slid her arms around my waist and leaned her head against my back. I tried not to care, tried to act like my dick hadn’t sprung to life the minute she walked into the room. Tried to pretend the white hotel towel around my waist wasn’t the only thing separating our bodies.
“What are you wearing?” I growled at her when I realized that, in fact, yes, the hotel towelIwore was the only thing between us.
I felt her breasts slide against my back; her nipples hardening against my skin as she rose up and whispered in my ear. “The same thing I was wearing when you left me.”
I had to have her. Whatever siren song she played, my name was woven into every note of it. No matter how much she tempted me, I couldn’t forget who I really was.
The window curtains were closed. As darkness fell, the only light remaining in the room was the small lamp on the table by the front door.
“Room service will be here in half an hour.” I turned to face her, shifting our positions so that my arms were now around her.
She licked her lips and kept her eyes trained on my chest.
“Why do I have the feeling that if the lights were on right now, I’d see you blushing? What dirty thoughts are going through that mind of yours, Suzanne?”
She gasped, followed by a giggle. “How do you know that?”
I walked her backward to the sofa. “Because your heart rate has changed, and your body feels warmer than it did when you first walked in. I was right, wasn’t I, sweetheart? What’s on your dirty mind, Suzanne Eleanor St. Valentine?”
I knew what was on mine.
I wanted her to finish what she’d started earlier...what I was too impatient to wait for because I needed to feel her too damn much. Now I needed something else. I didn’t need to be the gentleman, the man who had been trying to woo his way into her heart.
I needed to own her. I needed to know how far she’d go to please me. There was a baser need I wanted met.
We reached the sofa. I nudged her to a sitting position while I stood in front of her.
I cupped her cheek, running my thumb over her mouth. I had just enough light to see that her eyes were drawn to me, focused completely on my cock as it pushed against the towel.
“One move,” I murmured, feeling like the king of the fucking world with her sitting in front of me, poised perfectly to take me into her mouth. “It will only take one move, Suzanne.”
I don’t know why the fuck I loved saying her name the way I did. Did I imagine the way her eyes lit up when the syllables rolled off my tongue as if I was claiming her just by saying her name?
I wanted her mouth on my cock again so damn bad, I wasn’t sure I had the patience to do this right. We had half an hour, but it wasonlyhalf an hour and exhibitionism wasn’t my thing.
Our eyes locked, but Suzanne didn’t move. It wasn’t indecision in her eyes - she knew what she wanted. She knew whatIwanted.What did she need from me?Encouragement? Permission?
Impatience gurgled up through the back of my throat.
“Now, Suzanne.”
Her eyes widened as she blinked up at me. Her chin rose slightly, not in defiance but in acceptance. Finally, she reached for the edge of the towel and gave it a gentle tug.
Thank fuck.
The towel fell to the floor, and I was finally naked and free in front of her.
