Page 91 of Strictly Business

“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn as I guide her toward the entrance.

“Like what?” she teases, her lips twitching as she walks ahead of me.

The doorman nods as we walk past, but I pay him no mind. All I can focus on is her. The sway of her hips, the teasing glance she throws over her shoulder as if she’s daring me to lose control right here.

The lobby is quiet as we head toward the private elevator, and I slide my keycard into the panel, the doors opening a second later.

She steps inside first, her fingers brushing mine, a fleeting touch that sets my nerves on edge. I follow, pressing the button for the top floor, and the moment the doors slide shut, I lose what little restraint I had left.

I have her against the wall in a heartbeat, my mouth crashing against hers. She sighs into the kiss, her arms looping around my neck like she’s been waiting for this just as much as I have.

“You drive me insane,” I murmur against her lips, my hand sliding down to grip her waist.

“You’re insatiable,” she teases.

I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. “Baby, I haven’t felt your pussy around my cock in days. The bed at your grandma’s house squeaked like crazy. I didn’t want to give her a heart attack, and you know you wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet.”

Her laugh is light, but her cheeks flush as her fingers tangle in my hair. “I can be quiet.”

“Liar.” My lips trail down her neck as the elevator dings, and I reluctantly pull away, grabbing her hand to tug her toward the door.

The penthouse is dark when we step inside, the city lights pouring through the windows as I tower over her, my eyes darkening with everything I don’t need to say.

She takes a step back, a grin playing on her lips, but I don’t let her get far. I catch her, pressing her against the nearest wall, and crash my lips against hers.

Desperate. Needy.Starvingfor her.

Lifting her up in my arms, I carry her to our bedroom, her arms finding their way around my neck. I kick the door open and flick the lights on, wanting to see every inch of her.

“I’ve been waiting all night for this. All weekend. My lips graze her neck, my hands already sliding down her sides, gripping her waist. “Ineedyou.”

She lets out a soft whimper, her body melting into mine, but then she shakes her head, her voice small, almost apologetic. “I need a shower first.”

I groan, my forehead dropping to hers as I drop her on her feet. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“I’ve been in a plane all day,” she sighs, her hands resting on my chest. “I just need to get under the hot water for a minute.”

I exhale sharply, my jaw clenching as I fight the mental image already forming. “You’re trying to kill me,” I rasp out. “Picturing you in that shower, naked, wet, alone…”

Her lips twitch, that teasing glint back in her eyes. “Then maybe you should join me.”

My head snaps up, my eyes narrowing as her words sink in. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Am I?” she whispers, stepping away, her fingers trailing down my arm before she disappears into the bathroom.

For a second, I just stand there, breathing hard, trying to collect myself. But then I hear the sound of the water turning on, steam curling out from under the door.

I’m already pulling off my tie as I follow her, the door swinging open to reveal her standing by the glass, the straps of her dress sliding off her shoulders, exposing bare skin that has me cursing under my breath.

“Get in, or stay out there,” she challenges over her shoulder.

There’s no chance in hell I’m staying out here.

I’m in that bathroom a second later, slamming the door behind me. I don’t even give her time to breathe before I’m turning her around, pinning her back against the glass shower door, my mouth claiming hers.

Every inch of her feels like fire under my fingertips, and I can’t get enough. Her hands move to the buttons of my shirt, tugging at the fabric with impatience, and I lift her hands away, pinning them above her head.

“You can tease me all you want,” I murmur, my voice dark, “but don’t forget who’s in control here.”

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