Page 51 of Mr. Scandalous

And Alec would be her target.

Tonight was about sweet revenge. She’d teach him to talk out of school.

By the time Alec knocked on the door, Eden had music playing, candles flickering, and the champagne uncorked. When she opened the door, he bound inside like an enthusiastic puppy. Before she could even say hello in the cool, calm executive voice she’d practiced all morning, Alec swept her into his arms and kissed her.

Sexual energy shot through her body, and she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth.

His sharp hiss of breath delighted her, and she slipped her mouth from his to snack on his neck instead.

“God.” He groaned. “I thought tonight would never get here. The waiting kills me.”

“Ah,” she said. “That’s part of my plan.”

“Your plan is eviler than world domination.” “Ha. You’ll think evil when you find out what I have in store for you tonight.”

He shuddered against her, pressed his lips to her ears and murmured, “Bring it.”

She laughed. “You say that now.”

“Who are we tonight?”

“I run a billion-dollar company and you are the boy toy who sweeps the floor in my building.”

“What’s with that?” He eyed the hourglass on the dresser.

“My time is precious. I don’t waste a minute, but I do demand satisfaction. The hourglass will ensure proper foreplay.”

“If I can last that long.” He groaned. “I haven’t been doing too well in that department and I apologize.”

“The CEO accepts no excuses or apologies,” she said. “And youwilllast. My demands are always obeyed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned at her, his eyes glistening with dark passion.

She turned the hourglass over and the sand began to trickle through the slender neck. “Remove your coat.”

She went to perch on the edge of the bed. Fascinated, Eden watched as Alec slowly slipped off his coat and then draped it over the doorknob of the closet.

“Pour us a glass of champagne.” She waved a hand at the bucket.

He poured the champagne and gave her a glass. While warily eying each other, they sipped bubbles. She studied his lips as they closed over the glass. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. He swallowed, his neck muscles working. His eyes never once left her face.

Unable to maintain the prolonged stare, Eden lowered her eyelashes and drained her glass in three quick gulps. She needed light-headedness to get this scenario rolling. Jayne had assured her that, if she applied the techniques she’d taught her, Eden could indeed make Alec last an hour. She set the champagne flute on the bedside table and crooked a finger at him, her heart hammering at a furious pace.

“C’mere.”

He came to her.

She sat on the bed, knees apart and he stood between her legs. “Sixty-Minute Man” ran a continuous loop from her phone propped on the dresser and the song started over again, exalting the joyous qualities of a long-lasting lover.

“Strip,” she said.

Alec fingers trembled as he reached for the buttons on his shirt. He fumbled them. Snorted in frustration and then jerked at the shirt, desperate to get it off.

“No. Slower.”

“You’re killing me.” He groaned.

“Too bad. Deal with it. Slow down.”

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