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I didn’t have. Then again, I was a quick learner. And I’d done my share of looking at sexy videos on the Internet when Mr Chen hadn’t been around. I had some idea of what to do.
Blackwood’s scent filled the air, the heat of his body so close, and my palms itched with a very real desire to touch him.
It wouldn’t be a hardship to seduce him. He was beautiful and, according to all the gossip columns, extraordinarily good in bed.
An unremarkable virgin seducing the billionaire playboy? Since when does that happen?
Cold fingers of doubt caught at me, but I forced them away. I couldn’t hesitate—that was when mistakes were made, as Mr Chen used to say. Once you’d made a decision you had to fully commit to it.
So I took that final step, holding his gaze with mine. ‘Let’s find out, then, shall we?’ I said and, putting my hands on his lean hips, I pushed him up against the windows.
I could feel his heat through the wool of his suit trousers and hard muscle too, a tensile strength that made my mouth go dry.
A silver flame burned bright in his eyes.
We stared at each other, the atmosphere around us getting denser and denser, more electric with every second that passed. As if a storm was gathering around us, full of lightning and thunder.
A storm about to break.
This is a mistake.
The thought was fleeting, but I ignored it. I was committed now, and the way he was looking at me, as if he really saw me, with that wicked smile and the gleam in his eyes...
It was addictive. It made me feel like I wasn’t a ghost. That I was real.
‘Are you sure you know what you’re doing?’ he drawled, the dark, hot thread winding through his voice making me shiver. ‘Because it looks like you do. And I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.’
He was so hot. His heat glowed against my palms like the embers of a fire and suddenly, desperately, I wanted to press myself against him, have him warm me up.
‘What kind of misunderstandings?’ I tried to sound cool, but knew I was failing. ‘I don’t think blow jobs are all that confusing. At least not to a man like you.’
His laugh was a soft, deep rumble in his chest, as wicked as his smile. ‘A man like me,’ he echoed. ‘And you know what that is?’
Of course I knew. He was a womaniser. A playboy. A party animal. He threw money around like it meant nothing at all and probably treated people the same way. Which was fine. In fact, it was perfect.
I could seduce him, spend the night with him. Get the necklace and then go. Besides, he must do this all the time. I would be just another woman to him; he probably wouldn’t even remember my face come morning.
He smelled like heaven and the glitter in his eyes was making my mind go blank, a low throb starting up between my thighs.
My hands tightened on his hips as I leaned in close, meeting the challenge in his stare full on. ‘Of course I know,’ I murmured. ‘But I’m always happy to have a few pointers.’
‘Sugar, if you know already then what are you waiting for?’ His smile set fire to something inside me, making it burst into flames. ‘Get down on your knees and show me what you’ve got.’
Damian
I WAS SURE the little gate-crasher-waitress-thief wouldn’t take up my challenge. Not only was I a complete stranger to her, but I was also the one who’d interrupted her in the middle of whatever she was doing in my office.
And, despite the fire flickering in her dark eyes, I was pretty confident she’d stop short of actually giving me a goddamn blow job.
A pity. Because, despite how pissed off I was at the way she kept lying to me, the moment she’d pushed me up against the windows, her delicate hands on my hips, every rational fucking thought vanished from my brain.
I hadn’t felt chemistry this strong in for ever.
There had always been women in my life and some I’d been really attracted to. But not like this.
I wasn’t sure what it was, whether it was her lush figure and unconventional beauty, or whether it was more about that watchful stillness she had to her. That cool, quiet lake, tempting me to dive in as if it was a hot summer’s day.
Or maybe it was just because I had no idea who she was or what she was doing here, and she wasn’t giving anything away.
Possibly it was all three.
Whatever, I was fascinated. Absolutely bloody riveted.
I hadn’t thought I liked complicated women, but apparently I was wrong, since I was certainly intrigued by this one.
I wanted to know who she was and why she was here. Why she was pretending to be someone she wasn’t and why she’d been hiding under my desk in the first place.
I wanted to know what was going on behind those lovely, unreadable black eyes, because the glimpses I’d got so far had been of heat and, yeah, I was pretty fucking interested in that.
Then she dropped to her knees in front of me and every other thought vanished from my brain.
Okay, so I was wrong. She would take up my challenge.
My heart kicked, my dick hardening.
Her hands slid slowly from my hips to my thighs, and I could feel the heat of her palms through the wool of my suit trousers.
Holy shit.
I caught my breath. This was a problem.
Of course, I shouldn’t have been baiting her the way I had, but hell, I hadn’t been able to resist it. There was undeniable physical chemistry between us like a slow-burning fire, banked embers smouldering away, getting hotter the nearer she got to me. Until one breath of wind and the whole thing would go up in flames.
Fucking hot.
I liked the hungry way she looked at me and, unlike her nervous waitress and breathless fan acts, I was pretty sure that was real.
But what I didn’t like was the fact that she probably wouldn’t be getting ready to suck my dick right now if I hadn’t caught her hiding out under my desk.
‘Do this a lot, hmm?’ I asked. ‘Suck off complete strangers?’
Colour tinged her cheekbones, making her pretty eyes glow. Her ivory skin had the most incredible lustre, like the finest, most expensive of pearls. Did that go all the way down? If I took off that cheap uniform, uncovered the rest of her, would I find that lustre all over her lush little body?
My cock was all in, the dirty bastard.
‘Oh, all the time.’ She lifted her hands to the button of my trousers and they were trembling slightly.
So that was a fucking lie. She did not do this all the time. Which, sadly for me and my cock, meant I had to put a stop to it. Because I wasn’t going to take advantage of some pretty little thing, no matter what she was doing in my office.
I reached down and put a hand over hers.
She blinked, genuine surprise flickering in her eyes, which was satisfying. Clearly she’d been expecting me to settle back and enjoy the ride, no questions asked.
‘What?’ Her surprise morphed into uncertainty.
I shook my head, keeping her hands trapped. ‘Not tonight, Josephine.’
‘What do you mean, not tonight?’ She blinked. ‘I thought you said—’
‘I