Page 13 of Turn Me On

I craved his permission, and with it, I close the distance and slide a thumb along his clean-shaven jaw. He leans into my touch, shuddering out a breath. “More…” His voice is stretched thin with desire.

I grab his tie, yank him closer to me. Our lips are inches apart. I’m vibrating with desire. “Since you asked nicely,” I rasp out, then I dip my mouth to his throat and press a hot kiss there.

He trembles. I lick his neck, tasting him. He gasps roughly, then stretches his neck, letting me indulge. My god, he’s the most sensual man I’ve ever touched.

I lift my face, then in a flash, I step between his thighs, kick one foot to the side, then the other, spreading his legs.

Kick, kick, spread.

His pupils dilate. “Do it,” he breathes out, urging me on. “Do anything.”

I’m a fuse box. Circuits trip, sparking hot and electric.

I reach behind him, grab his wrists, and yank his strong arms above his head. I’ve got him pinned just the way I like, just the wayhelikes, as the elevator descends.

I barely have any time to drive him wild, to kiss along his jaw, to lick his earlobe, to make him beg. I need hours, entire nights, whole weeks to do the million things I want to do to him. So I seize what I can and crush my lips to his in a hot and demanding kiss.

Maddox opens pliantly, his mouth an invitation for my tongue. Harder and rougher, I kiss him, his ocean scent drifting through my mind. I tug his bottom lip between my teeth, biting as I kiss but keeping my body at bay for a few more seconds.

Then I double down on danger. I slam against him, our cocks meeting through our clothes.

Holy fuck.

Maddox LeGrande is packing some serious heat. I rub my hips ruthlessly against his, our dicks grinding together. It’s mind-bendingly good, and if I spend another risky second making out with him, I will never want to stop.

I break away, breathing hard. I drag the back of my hand across my mouth as if I can erase the power of that kiss.

The promise of it too.

Panting, he drops his hands to his sides. His lips are bruised. His eyes gleam. He looks thoroughly fuckable, and I’ll have to find some self-control and find it fast. But it’s slipping through my fingers as I stare at the smoldering man.

“Your lips are incredible,” I murmur as the elevator stops in the parking garage.

He’s quiet at first, one elegant hand sliding up to adjust his burgundy tie. As the doors open, he steps out first, barely glancing my way, saying, “It was great meeting you. I’ll email you tomorrow about the next steps.”

He strides into the garage, leaving me and my hard-on aching for him.

I slam a hand against the open doors, needing a moment or three to clear my head before I can put one foot in front of the other.

Somehow, and I’m sure it’s a miracle, I remember how to walk.

I remember, too, that Maddox is about to become a big part of my life. I can’t fuck up this relationship with him.

I don’t go to my own car. I walk straight to his side. I need to know something, and the question is fueled by thoughts of both business and pleasure.

6

MIXING BUSINESS AND PLEASURE

Maddox

I’ve never been so grateful I rented a car—or so annoyed. I’d have jumped at the chance to spend another fifteen minutes with that charismatic charmer.

But as I near my Lexus, I fight free from the stranglehold lust has on me. No more elevator kisses, no more innuendo, no more flirting. Tonight was a one-time slip. My mantra from here on out is business, and only business.

With my head clear at last, I’m ready to see friends and relax. Tomorrow, I can figure out how the hell to work closely with someone I want so intensely.

But Zane follows me out, his footsteps loud on the concrete as he strides right up to me. “Maddox,” he says, his tone intensely serious.