Page 17 of Enemies with Benefits

Even before I’d taken up the mantle at Bingham’s I was working long hours. Hard work had earned me a fast track from junior to senior executive in my last firm. Adding a few more hours to my workday didn’t faze me. What disturbed me was the thought of being that close to Jasper. Because when he’d touched me tonight, every cell in my body had roared to life in a way that shocked me.

I downed the rest of the wine, set the glass down and reclined on my sofa. I had the rest of the weekend to figure a way out of this.

For Perry’s sake. For my family’s sake, I couldn’t fail.

Eyes closed, I tried to work out how to best the man with the wicked tongue and clever fingers.

I’ll take you however I can get you...

Why did those words make me so hot? Why the hell couldn’t I get his voice out of my head?

I’ll take you...

I was flushed and panting as my hand crept down my belly. I bit my lip, hating myself a little for succumbing to the lust trickling through my blood. My nipples beaded as sensation unfurled in my pelvis, heating my pussy and engorging my clit. Uncustomary anticipation fired me up, my fingers tingling as I spread my legs and slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of my pyjama shorts.

A hot little gasp left my lips when I touched myself, shivering when I noticed how wet and slippery I was.

I’ll take you...

Need and lust built. My fingers worked my clit in desperate circles, the realisation that, for once, I didn’t need the assistance of my trusted vibrator, ramping up my desire. Working my clit with my thumb, I slipped my middle finger inside my wet heat, finger-fucking myself while I imagined thicker fingers filling me. Or a cock... Jasper Mortimer’s cock.

Inside me.

Pounding me.

Making me scream.

My orgasm curled through me, arching my back off the sofa as liquid bliss drowned me from head to toe.

It was as I came down from that intense high, my heartbeat roaring in my ears, that a line from the agreement suddenly flashed across my mind.

I jackknifed off the sofa, almost knocking over the wine glass as I reached for the laptop. And there, on page fifty-one, was my answer, my saviour, in black and white.

I read and reread it for good measure.

The Mortimer Group has the right to terminate this agreement, with due notice, in the case of non-performance by Bingham Industries. This includes, but is not limited to, continued disruption of services...

I smiled.

For now, Jasper Mortimer had the power. I was going to take it from him by simply doing...nothing.

Even while I blew his mindoutof the boardroom.

CHAPTER THREE

WRENWASFORTY-FIVEminutes late. Irritated, I hit my intercom button again.

‘Yes, sir?’ my PA answered.

‘Try her mobile again. If she doesn’t answer, call her office. I want to know where she is,’ I growled.

‘Of course.’

Why I expected Trish to succeed when my own numerous calls had gone straight to voicemail was a mystery but it beat just sitting around fuming because Wren was a no-show. I’d hoped providing her with the valid copy of the agreement would make her see sense but, clearly, I’d overestimated her.

Jaw gritted, I acknowledged that my disappointment in her was more acute than it’d ever been with her brother. Yes, I loved a challenge and I’d known getting involved with Bingham’s, all things considered, would be difficult, but I’d convinced myself I could handle it.

Handleher.

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