Page 11 of The Innovator

“How so?”

“It’s always ninety degrees. Thought an architect like you would know his angles.”

I tried not to smile, but one came anyway.Her sass and wit were like beacons of sunshine to my gloom and doom. Of course, I didn’t say that to her.

“Well, aren’t youacutemathematician who knows her angles?”

An image popped into my head and heated my body. She was naked in bed with me, positioned at a very specific angle where I could plunge deep into her. It was her fault for bringing up angles when I was trying to calm my erection.

She bit her bottom lip, and I could tell she was trying to suppress a frustrated laugh.

The struggle between laughing and remaining pissed at me played out on her face. How strange was it I could see that even though I hardly knew her?

This tiff—this unfamiliar thing between us—entertained me to where I wanted to wipe my schedule free for the next few days just to argue with her.

What did that say about me? A billionaire who had lost his mind?An architect who had lost his foundation because he’d been so sex deprived that an argument got him hot and bothered.

Since she didn’t retort, I pushed another button. “I’m an expert at angles too.”

“Is that what your ex-girlfriends told you?”

“They admitted thata tilt of a robust column is important. The perfect angle can create powerful pleasures. Have you experienced that kind of bliss?”

Her lips formed into a pout. “You know, I could go to HR about you right now.”

“For what?” I loved the way her eyes flashed with heat and dismay. “If you complain, I’ll say you’vemisunderstoodme. I was referencing architectural terminology that you obviously don’t understand. Then I’d suggest to them I can give you some free lessons because I’m a helpful civilian.”

“You’re such an ass.”

“We’ve already established that, buttercup.” I got off the table and walked over to stand in front of her, looking into her heated blue eyes. “I think you’re turned on by our architectural conversation.”

Unable to resist the seductive pout, I gripped her chin and brushed my thumb across that bottom lip. “If you ever need me to educate you on various angles, just ask nicely. There’s no need to start an argument.” I leaned in and whispered, “The passion in your eyes makes me think you want me.”

She swatted my hand away and licked her bottom lip as though she wanted to taste my touch.

I smiled, satisfied that I’d riled her.

“Dream on.” She huffed, whirled toward the door, yanked it open, and stormed out.

My eyes slid to her ass—a very fine one at that—and wondered if she went to her cubicle or straight to HR.

My gut told me she didn’t go to HR, because despite our tiff, I discovered that Natalie Chapelle had something to hide. Like me, she had an agenda. She hadn’t been fully transparent about her collaboration with me. Well, I hadn’t either.

Despite that, one thing was certain: she was as aroused as I was.

CHAPTERFIVE

GRAYSON

I jerked awake from the most erotic dream I’d ever had with sweat soaking my shirtless body, drenching my bedsheets.

Holy fucking hell.

My heart pounded in my ears like a drum beating to a sexual celebration. I’d experienced this kind of sexual pleasure unconsciously. Heat scorched my body, making my cock hard as stone. I sat up, switched on the bedside lamp, leaned back on the headrest, and blew out a heavy breath.

Natalie must have cast a spell on me with her “dream on” comment. I’d never had wild sex where each position—there were many—fueled my drive even more. I could go on forever and ever. We fucked in every room of a building I didn’t recognize. She was a wild vixen, dragging me to the floor, the stairs, the elevator, on the desk, the couch, even at the long window where anyone could see us. I preferred control in life and in bed. But damn, I loved the way she rode me like she owned me.

In the dream, I’d surrendered more than my body to her. That confused me because I’d never surrendered to a woman before. No one got that close to me, which was why I liked variety. When I sensed a woman wanting more than I could give her, I moved on. The newness kept things exciting and simple.

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