Page 49 of Arrogant Heir
My brain is churning a million miles a minute. The thought of going out with him excites me, but it’s dangerous given how attracted I am to him.
‘Okay. But what about your grandfather?’
‘What about him?’
‘Won’t he disapprove of us mixing business and pleasure?’
‘But we won’t be. You’ll be helping the family by doing a good deed for charity. And anyway, he thinks you’re amazing.’
‘Does he? Awww, he is lovely. Well, the feeling’s mutual.’ I glow at the compliment.
‘He’ll be relieved I’m taking someone nice like you, and it’ll be a win-win all round.’
My heart’s banging and I’m struggling to think straight. It’s so much to take in. I want to say yes, but I know I probably shouldn’t. I wonder what Simon would say.
‘Are you concerned about your fiancé?’ He asks, like he reads my mind. ‘You can be straight with him and explain it’s a business dinner for charity, can’t you?’
‘Um. I’m not sure he’ll see it that way. He wasn’t too pleased about my face plastered all over the papers and me billed as your mystery redheaded girlfriend.’
‘I understand that. I’d feel the same.’
The ghost of a smile crosses his lips.
‘But if you say it’s just a business arrangement, would that work?’
I flick my waves away from my face and back over my shoulders.
‘Let me check I understand exactly what you’re proposing. You want me to be your fake date, presumably to keep the rabid hordes of lusty husband-hunting females off your back at the Rochester annual charity ball?’
‘Correct,’ he nods. ‘Although it soundssobad when you put it like that.’
I laugh at his mock mournful expression. My heart flips and there’s no way I can stop myself from flirting with him. The pull is irresistible. ‘That’s because it is bad.’
‘How bad?’ he asks, his eyes narrowing.
My clit throbs at the sound of his deep, velvety voice.
His lips are close to mine now and it’s all I can do not to pant. My chest is tight, and I hold my breath as his face moves closer and our lips touch.
It’s a good job I’m not really engaged because I don’t think I could resist his pure animal magnetism, and there’s a raw sexual energy between us. He kisses me, first gently and then firmer. His fingers thread through my hair, and my scalp tingles. This is so like my fantasies it’s as if we’ve been together before. Am I dreaming and about to wake up?
I can’t believe I’m kissing Damian Rochester.
But now we’re standing and swaying as we grip onto each other like our oxygen depends on it. His large, smooth hands are all over me and I’m kissing him back desperately, like I can’t get enough of his mouth. I’m wet and aching for him to fuck me. It feels like I’ve been waiting for himforever.
I’m drowning in him and quivering beneath his touch. He places my hand on his crotch and I feel how huge and swollen his cock is. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, and he tastes sweet, and the scent that’s been driving me wild since I saw him this morning consumes me.
He lifts me up like I’m a feather and my legs wrap around his waist as he positions me on the table, sweeping the papers out of the way with one hand.
He tugs at my jeans and reaches to undo the button at my waist as he kisses me, his tongue entwined with mine.
Then reality hits me like an earthquake and I realise what I’m doing. I pull my lips away, even though it feels like agony to separate myself from him.
‘Damian. What are we doing?’ I gasp, my eyes searching his. ‘I want you, but this isn’t part of the plan.’
Hurt flashes in his eyes and his hands drop instantly to his sides. His cock is still standing to attention and almost bursting the seams of his running pants as he turns away.
I’m bereft and feel like sobbing.