Page 113 of Torrid Love
“You’re crazy, Marissa.”
“Yeah, tell me something I don’t already know.”
“So, are you going to tell me where you’re hiding the goods?”
“Loki went a little nuts, so I had to displaythe goodsin the small conference room near his office. That way,” she points to her right.
“Can I bring you back one?”
“God no. I’ve already had three. They’re addicting. One more and I’ll have to kiss my girlish figure goodbye.”
“They’re sinful. The shop is a little out of the way, so I have no intentions on holding back.”
“Go for it!”
When I walk past the large conference room, I catch sight of something dark and delicious. I’ll be honest, I’m always weak at the knees when Rod wears a suit. Today, he looks good enough to eat. Gorgeous. Sexy. Domineering. Fierce. And mine.
Damn.
I stare at him.
I’ll miss him over the next few days.
After a steady dosage of his hungry cock, I’ll have to go without.
How will I survive?
A series of steamy scenes flash in front of me as I replay last night’s toe-curling embrace. Without warning, my body heats up to dangerous levels.
Suddenly my cheeks burst into flame when my gaze locks onto a pair of dark chocolate eyes. His glance is so intense, I look away. I have to. The lust emanating from those smoldering brown eyes is enough to make me reconsider my business trip.
Double damn.
CHAPTER 25
Roderick
Holy shit! Is that Dom?
There’s no mistaking the beautiful blonde staring at me.
What the hell is she wearing?
Damn!
Does she have any idea what that dress is doing to me?
Christ.
My brain was practically going numb from all of this boring legal talk when suddenly a vision comes standing in front of me. I always liked the concept of the all-glass conference room, now, I curse it.
How cruel is it to see something—someone—I can’t have.
Dom looks like a tempting seductress in a red dress that molds her body to perfection. Her smoky makeup accentuates her big blue eyes, which are peering back at me like expensive aquamarine stones. And then there are those delicious fucking lips. When they part, I shift in my chair in an attempt to discretely adjust myself. I do my darndest not to thinkof how amazing those lips felt wrapped around my cock last night as I fucked her pretty mouth, but it’s a catastrophic failure. I can only picture her on her knees looking up at me, begging me with her huge vulnerable eyes.
I’m so fucking screwed.
If I feel like this right now, how am I going to make it until Friday? Three and a half days without her is unbearable and to think I wasn’t even able to devour her this morning.
