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I PACE AROUND my office, and try to concentrate on work, but I can’t take my mind off Londyn. I’ve had sex before, plenty of times, but holy shit, it’s never been that good...that right. I can still taste her sweetness on my tongue, still feel the clench of her sex around me as she tumbled into orgasm. My only regret is that she was face down. Next time, I want to see her eyes, want to watch the ecstasy spread across her face, and know I’m the guy who put it there.
Next time?
Shit, there shouldn’t even have been a first time but when it comes to her, I’m so goddamn weak I have zero restraint. But hey, at least we both made it clear this was sex and sex only. No misunderstandings. No expectation. No future.
No mistakes.
I sit back at my desk and answer a few emails, but don’t have to look up to know Londyn is standing in my doorway. I can feel her eyes on me, smell her sweet citrusy scent as it fills the room and teases me until I’m thickening in my damn pants.
She knocks gently on the doorframe and I glance up. My God, she is beautiful. My pulse beats a little faster as my gaze moves over her face, taking note of her cheeks, which are still a bit red and abraded from the bristles on my face. I scrub my chin, and make a mental note to shave as my mind revisits that incredible round of sex in my kitchen. After I had my way with her on the island, I cooked us breakfast and we both showered, in separate rooms. While things weren’t awkward between us—being inside her created a new kind of intimacy I’d rather avoid—we went our separate ways. But there is no avoiding her now, and I have to figure out a game plan for the next two weeks. I mean, we can’t just have sex all the
time.
Why the hell not?
“Sorry to interrupt,” she says.
I wave my hand for her to come in, and my gaze moves over her tight curve-hugging jeans and white blouse I’d like to remove from her body—with my teeth. Lust saturates my brain, flooding my veins with need. But is that all this is? Lust? Lust I can live with. Love, however. There is no place for that here.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Well,” she begins as she settles herself in the chair across from me, and primly folds her hands. I almost laugh at the reserved position. While she might come across as proper, this pampered little rich girl has a very sensuous side of her. One I like very much.
Another thing I really like is her fierce determination. Back in college she was a hard worker. Yeah, sure I might call her a spoiled rich girl now, but those words come from a place of anger and betrayal. What I can’t take away from her is her drive and dedication. She’s a woman who isn’t at all afraid of backbreaking work, and I admired the hell out of her for it.
She glances past my shoulders to the sea below. “I didn’t want to go into your bedroom without permission, but you did mention you had some pants you needed me to press.”
I laugh, and shake my head. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” she says quickly. “I’m here for you, Cason.” She draws her bottom lip into her mouth and once again all I can think about is nibbling on her. “Being here is way better than being in New York, and you bought me, so whatever you need.”
“I don’t need anything,” I say.
She takes a deep, fortifying breath. “Then what do you want with me?”
Since I don’t really know the answer to that, I stare at her long and hard, and try to piece the puzzle together. “Why were you really on that stage?” I ask.
She sits up a little straighter. “I told you, for the thrill of it.”
Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink, and her lashes blink rapidly. I read her body language and say, “I’m not sure I believe that.”
“I’m not sure you need to,” she responds, her chin inching up, and I tap my pen on my desk, study the way she’s suddenly avoiding my gaze.
“Fine, then. Don’t tell me.” My cell phone pings and we both glance at it. I ignore it for the time being. I flip it over, and close my laptop.
“What are you working on?” she asks.
“Going over a contract and looking at designs.”
Her eyes light up. “If there is anything you need help with—”
“There isn’t.”
Her smile slips as she deflates, and her shoulders sink, and damn if I don’t feel like a prick. But I’m not about to share business secrets with her. For all I know she was on that stage to hook up with me again and steal more secrets. But that’s too coincidental, and too ludicrous for even me to believe.
“Okay. I guess if you don’t need me for anything...” She puts her hands on the arms of the chair, about to lift herself, but stops. “Can I ask why you were at the club?”
“I had a business meeting,” I say honestly and try not to blatantly stare at her lips, which are still bruised and swollen from my kisses. I went at her like a goddamn horny teenager with no finesse. That’s how much I wanted her, but next time, next time I’ll go slower, savor her longer.
