Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
She took a deep breath and blew it out as she held his eyes. Lifting her chin in challenge, she ran her eyes down to the bulge in his pants before locking onto his gaze once again. "Do we?"
He continued to stare her down as he nodded his head. "The trench coat leads me to believe that you're naked underneath, and while I have to admit it's a highly intoxicating thought, I'm reminding myself that you know better." He raised a single eyebrow as his muscles clenched. "You best not have driven across the city, walked across the parking lot and ridden up in the elevator butt-assed naked."
Color highlighted her cheekbones with a hint of sexual arousal that she couldn't hide from him. "I'm not butt-assed naked," she denied softly.
"You best not be, Angie."
"I'm not," she answered as she shook her head. She motioned to the coat she wore as the silky waves of her hair curled around her shoulders and forced his abdominal muscles into bands of steel as he imagined sinking his hands through the tresses and holding her imprisoned. As he formed a mental image of holding her spread-eagle over his desk, her fingers came up to the belt of her coat and she released it. As he held himself impossibly still, almost too scared to move, she shrugged her shoulders and the coat fell to the floor. She sidestepped the material, braced herself against the wall and breathed softly, "Now I'm naked."
Damian tensed and felt the sucker-punch directly where she aimed it. Waves of undiluted lust screamed down his spine and his cock hardened to its fullest. Except for the stilettos, she was completely, undeniably naked, not even a tiny scrap of lace panties for covering.
As he stared at her, looking her over from top to bottom, he could feel her hesitancy about what she'd done. She had no way of knowing exactly how he'd react, and she was taking a chance with his always-volatile emotions where she was concerned.
And he was pissed, no question of that. But he was also so fucking turned on that he didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to contain his emotions. A voracious urge beating through his blood, he watched as she shifted restlessly when he continued to stand completely still. She sucked in a breath, her palms flattened against the wall beside her, and the feminine muscles of her abdomen jumped and quivered.
Another wave of blood rushed to his cock as he pushed off the desk and started forward.
"The twins are in school?" he knew they were, but he liked to have everything organized inside his brain before he let go and let the purely physical animal inside of him take over.
She nodded her head and expelled a provocative breath as he paced across the room with a steady stride.
"You still having a hard time adjusting now that they're in first grade? It's been three weeks, baby."
"You know that I miss them," she whispered as she watched him approach.
He reached down and snatched up her wrists and brought them over her head in a move that held her prisoner. "You want to start on the next one, then?"
He slid his thigh between her legs and pushed it against her mound and her eyes dilated and her breath caught in her throat. "Maybe," she whispered on a gasp.
"I thought we wanted another one," he said as he leaned down and bit her bottom lip, letting it go just as quickly as he'd raked it between his teeth.
Her breath hitched again and she said, "We do."
"But?"
Her eyes held his, her lids drooping with a sensual aura that was so addicting he could barely keep from baring his teeth in aggression. Her words when she answered came out shaky, "I don't feel like a mommy right now."
"No? What do you feel like?" he asked, one hand enclosing both of her wrists as his free hand dropped down to encapsulate a soft, white breast.
"Your wife," she said huskily.
"Do you now?" he teased darkly, fire rushing up his spine, making the anticipation of the moment almost more than he could stand.
She nodded her head and he tightened his fingers that held her wrists captive. He pushed his torso into hers, threatening her with his masculine strength. "My wife would know better than to drive across town naked," he said, getting back to the reason that tension still held him in its grip. He pumped against her, while he focused his gaze on her eyes. "Tell me the truth."
She licked her lips and swirled her hips in a tiny circle, silently begging him for more. "They're in my bag."
"What's in your bag?"
"My clothes. I changed in the restroom in your waiting area."
For the first time, Damian noticed the oversized purse she'd carried in and that now lay in a neglected heap beside her feet. His emotions shifted, and the residual anger he'd felt dissipated and fled completely as his appreciation of her feminine impulse to please him sent his addiction for her up another notch. "Good girl." He pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. "You're sweet, you know that?"