Page 57 of Resisting Mr Black

“To being with someone.” He looks awkward. “You know I’ve never… there’s never been a situation where I needed to call anyone. I know that’s a fucking shit excuse.”

There’s a conviction in his voice and a look in his eye which tells me he’s being honest. As I look up into his eyes I’m plummeting into an abyss and as his hands glide to my cheeks my resolve wavers. His fingers brush my jaw with the lightest of touches as he breathes three words that make my heart soar. “I’ve missed you.”

I’m mush.

His mouth meets mine and I don’t fight it as his body pushes me backwards against the closed office door. He kisses me with a fierceness which leaves me breathless and I drink him in, bunching my fingers through his hair and pulling him into the kiss. The strength of his need for me translates through his lips onto mine and I can almost taste it. It’s barely been twelve hours, but I’ve missed every part of this man.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he rasps against my mouth as his hands slide down my back and cup my backside, pushing his erection against me. A tell-tale throb starts between my legs with the knowledge that he wants me and my rational brain is drifting away as a pair of warm lips plant hot kisses along the base of my throat.

I briefly close my eyes and try to focus. “Promise me you won’t do anything like that again, because if you do—”

He silences my threat with a kiss then pulls away and stares deep into my eyes with a look that takes my breath away. “I promise. No more running. From either of us.”

When did he run? Is that what he was doing last night?

I don’t get the chance to ask because in one move, he takes his hand from my buttocks and plunges it down the front of my trousers. His lips are on mine, pre-empting and silencing the moan that falls from my lips as his fingers slide beneath the lace of my knickers. I push my head back against the hard door and take a shaky breath inwards at the sudden onslaught of pleasure his long fingers are bestowing on my clitoris. The coolness against the damp heat between my legs builds an intense ache as his fingers massage me, causing a warm coil of delicious pressure to build. The tip of his nose is centimetres from mine as he studies my reaction with a look of wonder on his face.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispers.

What the hell is he doing to me?

My eyelids flutter closed and my centre throbs around his fingers. I’m so close, so quickly.

“Art…” I pant.

“Come,” he breathes.

On his command, I spiral over the edge into oblivion. My hands fly up to his shoulders as my body shudders around him, and he kisses me softly until I return to earth. As far as apologies go, that was pretty good.

He helps me straighten my blouse and flashes me a wicked smile. “Tonight, I’m making it up to you. After work, go home, get ready. I’m taking you out to dinner. A very nice restaurant. Pack some clothes because you’re staying over at mine. Wear a dress.”

I arch an eyebrow at his demands. “I wore a dress last night and looked hot. Your loss.”

“Tonight it won’t be my loss. I’m going to make it up to you.”

The way he looks at me tells me he’s not just talking about dinner either.

Seventeen

Preparations for the coming weekend’s wedding occupy all of my time and cause the morning to fly by in a blur. I’m in the process of finalising the drinks packages with Olly, when George appears at our side, hovering by the bar. He tugs a navy and white polka dot handkerchief out of the front pocket of his blue jacket and mops his brow.

“Sophie, Art has asked to see us both in his office right away.”

Yesterday George was moaning about him not being at the hotel, and now he’s here, his presence has thrown George into a flap.

“He’ll have to wait. I’m busy.” I glance up and catch the nervous look in George’s eyes at the fact that I’m not going to do as asked by the big boss. “I need to get this sorted before I leave today.”

Olly flashes me a smile of misplaced gratitude at my choosing to be with him rather than Art. It’s my day off tomorrow, so I really do need to get it done today.

George hesitates as if he’s malfunctioning and isn’t sure what to do.

I give him a polite smile. “I’ll join you both once I’ve finished.”

He clears his throat and gives an uncertain nod at the prospect of relaying this information to Art. “Yes, very good. I’d better go on up. I don’t want to keep him waiting.” And with that he hurries off in the direction on the staircase.

“It’s like George is scared of him,” I say in disbelief, turning my attention back to the drinks order on top of the bar.

“Yeah well, guys like Art Black swan around the place with their flash cars and designer clothes and it’s all an image. Underneath there’s never usually any substance to them, they’re just tossers.” Olly pulls a face to show he’s not impressed, and I want to tell him he couldn’t be more wrong. “He doesn’t intimidate me.”

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