Page 68 of Queen Of Dark Money

Ishrugged. “Callit a woman’s intuition.Icould see it in her eyes.”

Heleaned in a bit closer, his lips almost against mine.Justanother fucking half an inch, and we’d be kissing. “Couldyou, now?Iwonder what that desperation looks like in a woman’s eyes.I’venever noticed it.”

“Youcan’t see it every time she looks at you?”

Heshook his head, his left hand rising to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. “Nope.”

Okay, soIwas hotter than fucking five-alarm chili right now, and it had nothing to do with the temperature in here.Thisman between my legs, his fucking magnetism, the sex appeal thatoozed off him, it was all too much.Ifelt the desperation to have him rising in me, and decided to call his little bluff.

Afterall, this was all a game to him.He’dnever be serious about a woman in his life.Iknew his type;Ihad his number.

“Itlooks like this,”Ibreathed, reaching a hand up to pull him against me, hooking a leg around the back of his hip, smashing our lips together in a heated kiss that stole my very breath.

Andjust like that, the rest of the world melted away.Imoaned against him as his hands shifted, gripping my ass to lift me all the way onto the desk, my back flat as he stepped forward between my knees, his hardness pressed insistently against my panties.Thislittle micro skirt did nothing to hide the heat of my arousal from him, nor his from me.

Andwe both went up in flames.

Okay, so not that dramatic.

“Fuck,” he whispered against my lips, his cock teasing me, rubbing against my cunt with eagerness as he made love to my mouth likeIwas a buffet and he was starving.

Fuckwas exactly what my body wanted right then and there–a good fuck, a quick, rabid assailing of my senses that would leave me sated and maybe get rid of this yearning curiosity that rose every timeIwas near this man.

“Yes, please,”Iwhispered, hating how desperateIsounded. “Let’sdo that.”

Todrive home my willingness,Irolled my body, rocking my hips into his groin with blatant intent.Hegroaned, his eyes drifting shut asIwrapped my arms around his neck and tongue-fucked his mouth like this was my final exam andIwas determined to get a perfect score.

Hiscock twitched behind his pants, and just whenIthoughtIhad him, he pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate, needy, my panties soaked and my whole body buzzing witharousal.Ina heartbeat, he was gone, andIwas bereft and cold again, shivering with the lack of heat his absence brought on.

“Dammit, man, you’re hot and cold.Couldyou just commit for a second and either do me or don’t touch me like that?”

Hegrabbed my wrist and yanked me along behind him, uncaring thatImarched along in what amounted to a stripping uniform as he tugged me out a backdoor.Hegrabbed a trenchcoat from the man at the door, nodding once as he threw the damn thing around my shoulders, engulfing me and effectively covering me from head to toe.Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if the damn thing dragged the ground a little.

“Getin the car,” he growled behind me, andIslid in without another word, taking a seat on the cool leather like a good fucking captive.Iput my hands in my lap and swore to myself to stay completely silent the whole ride.

Itbrought a smile to my lips thatIhad to look out the window to hide, whenIrealized the poor man was stuck riding to the boutique with a dick that could cut glass, protruding painfully from the front of his pants.

Hedidn’t bother to hide it, either.Sobrave.Sobold.

Sofucking frustrating.

CHAPTER THIRTY

DOMINICK

Anemergency meeting.

Afucking emergency meeting.Whatcould be so damn pressing thatRiverBlakewould call a fucking emergency meeting?

OnaTuesday, no less.

Riverwasn’t the kind to call meetings, either, so if he was the one demanding we drop everything tonight to show up at his club for an impromptu discussion, then who wasIto argue the urgency?

Ipacked up the last crate set to ship overseas and motioned for my shipping manager to join me.Hesmiled that cheezy little rat grin, patting the side of the crate like he’d packed it himself.

“Sheready to go,Itake it, boss?”

Myhead felt like a million pounds asInodded it, a hand on my neck to rub out the kinks from the last forty-eight hours of packing, prepping, and crating up valuable antiques. “Yes,Chance, she’s ready to go.Pleaseensure the shipping team knows to carry it flat at all times, lest they shift the contents of the cargo and break something.Ihave good insurance, but it’ll be coming out of their asses if they break another vase before it gets to theIvaldicollection inFrance.”Theirlast shipmenthad contained two–two–broken and chipped statues, andIprided myself on quality and efficiency.So, to have not one but two paid-for pieces arrive in less-than-pristine condition didn’t reflect well on my business.

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