Page 99 of Worth Every Penny
A smile tilts the corner of his lips. “Just saying. You’re good. But I can’t believe you brought your work with you this weekend. Anyone else would have packed lingerie. Or lube. But you’ve brought spreadsheets and power-point slides. Fucking hell. Come back to bed.”
“This is for Monday, though.”
He frowns. “Do it on Sunday night, then. When you get home.”
“But—”
“Kate.” He speaks over me so I don’t get to finish. “I’m not going to let you work. And I’m talking as your boss right now.”
I restrain the urge to smile. “Fine. But if my meeting doesn’t go well…”
“It will. I’m coming.”
“Huh? You want to come to a spa meeting? Don’t you have better things to do?”
“Yes. And no. There’s nothing better than you. Do you have any idea how sexy you look at work? I want to be near you all the fucking time.” He bends down and gently bites my shoulder. Goosebumps trickle across my skin. “Is that creepy?”
“No.” I tilt my head to give him more access and he kisses my neck, making my nipples tighten. I let out a dreamy moan. “Maybe a bit.”
“I promise I won’t interfere.” He licks my shoulder, circling his tongue against my skin. “Well, no more than your average CEO attending a meeting.”
“So you’ll take over?”
His laugh is an amused grunt. “No. But I know this project like the back of my hand. Your files came across when we bought Lansen. I’ve read them all.”
“All? You have a special interest in the spa?”
He reaches across me and pushes my laptop closed. “I have a special interest in you.”
I laugh. “Now that is creepy.”
He scoops me into his arms, and I squeal. His skin is warm against mine and I can feel the strength of his muscles. He glances towards the bedroom like he means to take me there, then changes his mind and lays me on the huge dining table.
“If you’re not tired, I can think of much better things to do than work,” he says, as he peels my panties off and throws them aside.
And then he climbs on the table himself, his dick already stiff.
“The table,” I whisper. “We’ll break it.”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile, making hot flames burst in my chest. “I promise you, we won’t.”
“How do you know?” Maybe I don’t want the answer to that.
He flicks his hair off his forehead and knocks the table with a knuckle. “I was conceived on this table.”
“No!”
A deep rasp of laughter fills the room. “No,” he agrees. “But I’ve had six grown men dance on it. Simultaneously. Me. My brothers—”
“Don’t you dare say Jack.”
He laughs again. “No.” A beat passes, his gaze never leaving mine as it heats like a blade in a fire. “Are you going to complain about your back again?”
“Nuh-uh.”
He flashes a sexy smile. “Then the table’s good for it.”
For a split second, I forget how to breathe.How can one body contain this much desire for another?Moisture gathers between my legs. I’m more than ready for him. I was wet as soon as I saw him leaning naked in the doorway, but now, splayed out on the dining table before him, I’m soaked.