Page 11 of A Powerful Attraction
“You look like you want to say something,” Sherry remarked.
“I do, but I don’t want it to sound terrible.” He took a deep breath. “Last night… What happened between us can’t happen again.”
A shaft of pain sliced across her chest. Sherry swallowed. “I see.”
“It’s for the best. For both of us.” He didn’t move, but the huskiness of his voice and the smoldering heat in his eyes betrayed the lies his lips told.
“I’m not arguing.”
“It’s just that you work for me, and…and I—” He swallowed back whatever he’d been about to say. It seemed he was trying to convince himself as much as her. “It could never work because you work for me and people would talk.”
Be bold. Be daring for once in your life. “We don’t have to tell anyone. It could be our secret,” Sherry said softly.
Alex swore under his breath and ran his fingers through his rumpled hair, causing it to fall across his forehead in the most adorable, haphazard waves. “No,” he said firmly, more to himself than to her. “I can’t. I really regret this, but it’s for the best.”
Her gaze dropped to the erection tenting his trousers. “Are you sure?”
A long pause filled the room. Then he swore again, louder this time, and in two long strides was at the bed. He grabbed her and caught her lips with his. They tumbled back onto the sheets, him on top of her.
She reached between them and stroked his erection, tearing a groan from the depths of his chest. He pushed away the sheet and fastened his lips on her nipples.
“Yes,” Sherry breathed, spreading her arms wide and arching her back as she indulged in the suction of his mouth.
“This is the last time.” Alex kissed his way down the middle of her stomach.
Her belly quivered as his tongue swirled around her navel. Sliding a hand between her legs, he cupped her sex as if he owned it. Then he dragged his tongue across her slit, groaning as he indulged in the sticky wetness.
“Sweet,” he whispered.
Sherry shoved her fingers into his hair, twisting against the teasing caress. “Alex,” she gasped.
He pushed her onto her stomach. His hand smoothed down the curve of her bottom and nudged her legs apart. Sherry closed her eyes tight and lifted her bottom, ready for whatever he intended to do to her.
Soon he was naked from the waist down and inside her.
“We can’t do this again,” he muttered beside her ear.
“Never again. Last time,” she panted, gripping the thick duvet and knowing full well if he approached her in the future, she would say yes without hesitation.
“Dammit, you feel incredible.” He held on to her hips as he pushed in deeper.
Sherry moaned into the soft linens, lifting her ass into each thrust.
They were not making love like last night. He fucked her, good and hard, as if he needed it—and so did she.
No way this could be the last time. Because she was certain she could never, ever have enough of this man. And if this was a mistake, it was the best mistake she’d made in a long time.
6
He’d screwed up, but rectifying the situation was an easy fix.
Alex climbed out of his Porsche and ignored the admiring glances he received from a couple of women who’d just exited the elevator in the parking garage. Briefcase in hand, he jogged down the stairs to street level and walked briskly toward the office building where he worked.
On Sunday, he’d had clarity of thought. He would simply remove Sherry from the Ovation Printing project. It was that simple. Then they’d go back to business as usual.No problema.
Yet when he reached his office, his resolve almost crumbled at the sight of Sherry bent over his secretary’s shoulder, looking at the computer screen.
She wore her hair bone-straight today, parted in the middle. From his vantage point, he saw down her silk blouse to the fullness of her breasts. His mouth watered in memory at the pleasure he’d taken in sucking the nipples.
