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He groaned and made a note. “This is going to be a pain. And Spencer is going to freak out.”
“I know.” I grimaced. This item would have been covered in the initial negotiations and the client was right to be angry if we raised it again. “So do I get that one for free?” My voice was hopeful and he smirked.
“No way. I agree with you. But I’m still going to make you work for it. Take off your jacket.” His tone was commanding and my belly flipped. I was halfway to complying before I thought to challenge him.
“I thought you said truth.”
“Dares are better than truth.”God that half smile, those eyes laughing at me.Against my better judgment, I wanted to play this game with him.
Holding his gaze, I pulled the rest of my jacket off. His eyes dipped to where my breasts pulled at my tight tank top and my skin tightened under his gaze.
“Ok, Andrew. What’s your next comment? I need to even this out a little.” My tone was sultry and his eyes widened.
“Page 20,” he said, not looking down. “The liens on their assets aren’t described in the schedule but they’re in the term sheet.”
I made a considering sound. “That’s a small one, so take off your tie.”
He lifted his chin and bared his throat. I wanted to dip my tongue into the hollow of his throat, run my nose along his perfect jaw.
He loosed it and let it dangle from his fingers before dropping it on the table between us.
“I have a few more comments,” he said, jaw flexing. My palms started to sweat. Was I really doing this?
He went through them and I made him lose a piece of clothing each time. His jacket came off, baring his broad shoulders, then his shirt, revealing his achingly perfect body.
“Just one more.” His voice was rough and his eyes were hot. “But I’m going to lock the door for this.” We were in the smallest conference room, with no windows out into the hall. He stalked to the door and I sighed at the play of his back muscles as he moved through the room. This was a dangerous game. It was only five pm, and even though this conference room was rarely used, anyone could knock.
My heart raced and I was sure he could see the flutter of my pulse. I might be pretending to call the shots, but he was very much in control. It was hot as hell.
I watched him move toward me and nearly sighed out loud. I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted this man. He stopped before me, frame taut, before gripping my waist and dragging me up his body. My skin prickled at every point of contact, the rough feeling of his fine wool pants, the ridges of his stomach. His expression was tight but his movements were careful, so careful. I smoothed greedy hands over hot silk of his skin and the breath left his chest.
I could feel the effect I had on him; his heart beating under my palms, his erection pressing against my belly. It was intoxicating and my skin felt hot. His hand came up to cradle my face and he brushed his lips over mine, achingly slow. His body was tight with need but he leashed it to take small sips of me. He angled me slightly and I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth. I was done waiting for him.
He groaned and sealed our mouths together, both hands spearing into my hair so he could pull me forward. God, yes. I melted against his chest and let our tongues tangle, that delicious tightening in my stomach already starting, until he pulled back. His chest heaved. He dropped his forehead to mine and our breaths mingled.
“Andrew, please.” I was dizzy with lust and annoyed at how careful he was being.
My words unleashed him. He lifted me onto the table and tugged at the top of my tank to bare a single breast. He put his lips to my nipple and the sharp pleasure of it made me cry out. He pulled back to blow on it and met my eyes. He looked maniacal, eyes glassy, lips swollen from kissing me. Andrew Markman was coming apart at the seams and I couldn’t get enough. “Margo, I need to see you.” He murmured against my neck. “I need to take your top off.”
I raised my hands above my head obligingly. He stripped me and sucked in a breath, falling upon me like a dying man. He swirled his tongue around each nipple and I writhed against him. He bit the undersides of my breasts and I moaned. The desire thrumming through me was already at a fever pitch and we’d barely begun. “Show me how much you like this. Because I love it. I want to bury myself inside you and thrust until you forget your own name.”
“Yes, Andrew, god yes.” I pictured him slamming home and my core tightened. “I want that, please.”
“Not yet, not yet,” he muttered as he moved to kneel on the floor, kissing down my stomach. “Take this skirt off for me,” he said against my skin, his hands smoothing over me and leaving burning trails in their wake. Each touch of his lips had desire pooling warm and heavy. “Actually I’ll do it myself.” He shoved it up and pull my tights down, running his lips down each of my legs until I threw my head back. He turned his head to press his open mouth against my thigh, and his afternoon stubble abraded my skin. I shuddered at the soft press of his lips.
“Ahh yes.” He groaned against me. “I can’t wait to taste you. I want to make this amazing for you.”
Oh god. He was going to go down on me on the conference table. Why was that so hot?
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Andrew
Icouldn’t believe this was happening. Margo was writhing above me and I had my hands on her bare skin.Take it slow.My cock ached behind the zipper of my trousers, but I had to pleasure her first. I wanted Margo Clarke to experience a slow burn, not a conflagration. I wanted her to crave me the way I craved her.
I nipped at her thighs and felt her shudder.
“Are you sure?” Her voice was breathy with need.
