Page 30 of Some Like It Hot

“The thing is, I don’t think you have that big of an ego after all.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“It must be a good thing,” she says, her voice softer now. “Because I like you. I really like you, Simon.”

Thank God. “Let me take you out.”

She arches a brow. “Out?”

“Yes. Out. On a date. A fancy dinner. Dancing. A show. Turks and Caicos. Wherever you want to go.”

Her laugh is louder and freer now. “Dinner or Turks and Caicos? That’s quite a spectrum.”

I shrug. “Dinner in Turks and Caicos.” I cup her cheek. “Let me spoil you. Let me show you how much I want you. Just the way you are.”

She hesitates, then takes the final step that presses our bodies against one another. She slides her hand up my chest to the back of my neck. “I have a very good idea about how you can show me how much you want me.”

My body heats and my heart starts pumping but I say, “This doesn’t have to be about sex tonight. I want more than that.”

“I believe you. I want more than that too,” she tells me.

Her fingers continue up into my hair and I shiver at how good it feels to feel her nails drag over my scalp.

“But I really want this,” she says. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’ve had so many daydreams about you.”

I groan softly and my hands move down her back to her waist. “Please tell me they involve my desk and you in some of those fuck-me heels you used to wear to the office.”

“Please tell me all about your daydreams,” she says huskily.

I slide my hands to her ass and squeeze. “You have no idea how fucking dirty we made my very neat and tidy desk.”

She breathes out as if in relief. “Oh God. You have no idea how much I wanted to mess up your desk.”

“We are very much on the same page. We can always do Turks and Caicos later.”

She laughs. “I need to put on heels if we’re going to do this right.”

“Yes, you do.” I look around and spot a pair of cherry red heels near the armchair. I point. “Those.”

CHAPTER 8

Simon

She grins and slips out of my arms to retrieve the shoes.

She balances on one foot as she slips the first shoe on and I say, “See? There are all kinds of perks to not putting your shoes away. They’ll always be available when I need to bend you over the couch.”

She sucks in a little breath, then gives a little moan. “Thank God you’re a dirty talker.”

I move in behind her as she puts on the other shoe, skimming my palms down her sides to her hips. I bring her back against me when her foot is back on the ground.

I press my already aching cock against her ass. “You like dirty talk?”

“So much. And I’ll tell you a secret—most women do. But it has to be good.”

“I don’t want to talk about other women. I just want to know what you like. What you love even.” I press my mouth to the bare skin beneath one ear.

She shivers in my arms. “I like your hands and mouth on me very much.”

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