Page 151 of Sinful Lies

I circled his desk, stepping close until I was behind him. My hands rested on his shoulders, and the tension there practically radiated through my fingertips.

I started to massage the knots in his muscles.

“You’re too wound up, baby,” I murmured, my voice soft against his ear. “More locked up than the sculptures downstairs. You really should learn to relax.”

I leaned in, my breath brushing his neck.

“Maybe I can help with that?”

“Jade—”

My name left his lips just as my hands wandered lower, fingers tracing the open collar of his shirt. I didn’t stop, sliding my hands beneath the fabric, my palms skimming the solid planes of his naked chest.

Heat radiated off his skin, tension coiled beneath it, and I pressed into him, my nails dragging just enough to leave a faint trail of fire behind.

My hands ventured further down. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite… unless you beg me to.”

“I’m the one who’ll make you beg, Jade. But trust me, you won’t like it.”

I snorted softly.

“Let’s play again,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

He let out a dry chuckle. “No.”

I inched closer, my nose brushing his ear, my lips grazing his skin. “Please?”

“No.”

“Two truths, one lie. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“Miss Whitenhouse?—”

“If you win,” I interrupted, my lips curling into something wicked, “I’ll let you dowhateveryou want with me for an hour. But if I win, you’re telling me what happened. Deal?”

He grabbed my hands, pulling them away from his shirt, and leaned away.

“I don’t need to win anything to make you do whatever I want, Miss Whitenhouse.”

Asshole.

Though, unfortunately, he wasn’t exactly wrong.

For some twisted reason, my body seemed to have an inconvenient obsession with Angelo Lazzio.

Guess I do have a soft spot for assholes.

I leaned in closer, “Per favore?”

He sighed, checking the time on his Rolex like I was wasting his precious minutes.

Which, in a way, I knew I was.

“Fine, but make it quick.”

I grinned, flipping his chair so he was facing me.

I straddled his lap without thinking twice, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

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