Page 40 of Three Sweet Nothings (The Blindfold Club)

“Bullshit.”

“I’m not signing it.”

“Bullshit.” He hovered over me, his mouth a breath away and teasing a kiss, all while a smirk rolled on his lips.

“I’m not interested in casual sex.”

“Bull fucking shit, Ruby. Besides, there won’t be anything casual about it.” His expression turned serious. “At this time, I’m not willing to offer more. You don’t want that anyway. You hate me.” His lips sealed over mine, and there was a hint of tongue. His tone was mocking. “Remember?”

“Why?”

He looked thrown. “Why . . . do you hate me?”

“No. Why aren’t you willing to offer more?” I didn’t want a relationship with Kyle either, but I needed to know his motivations.

“Honestly?”

Was honesty possible? I nodded.

He straightened and leaned back against his desk. “We both made mistakes, and neither one of us has forgiven the other.” He folded his arms over his chest and shot me a hard look. “You trust me enough to fuck you, but not enough to date you.”

My mouth fell open, but no noise came out. He was terribly right, but I didn’t love having him point it out. It made me sound ‘bladdy awful,’ as Grant would say. “That’s . . .”

Kyle’s expression was pragmatic. “The truth. I don’t fault you for feeling that way. As I said, we both made mistakes.”

It wasn’t exactly an apology, but hearing him admit fault knocked me sideways. How could he be so rational and logical with the damn partnership agreement sitting right there beside him?

“You told me,” he said, “no one else makes you come like I do. I like that. Let’s keep doing it.”

Oh, good God. I took my hands off the armrests and smoothed my sweaty palms over my skirt. “Kyle.” I rose onto my heels and issued a grateful sigh in my head when I didn’t teeter. I tried to readjust, and steeled my tone. “Mr. McCreary.”

I was standing eye to eye with him, far too close. The long lashes around his beautiful blue eyes were lulling me in like an insect to a Venus fly trap. Every cell in my body wanted him, but my mind? It was less sure.

His tone was confident. “You need a pen?”

“No, thank you. I’m not interested in your partnership offer.”

I expected him to seem disappointed, but excitement lit like fire in his eyes. “No?”

“No.”

“Prove it.”

I bent to grab my briefcase, but his voice caused me to halt. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

His hands caught my hips at the same moment his mouth landed on mine. His indecent tongue possessed and slid deep, stroking against mine, sending pleasure jolting down between my legs. His mouth was hot and soft, gentle yet dominating. The fingers on my hips clamped fiercely, holding me in place so he could wage his attack.

God, this man knew how to kiss.

His lips pressed to mine, moving urgently and demanding. Without my approval, a tiny moan slipped out. Kyle reacted like it was a starting pistol. He gripped my waist and turned me so suddenly, I was spun around before I understood what was happening.

My hands flew out and I braced myself on the desktop as he bent me over with a shove. “What are you—”

He was faster than lightning. The sides of my skirt were jerked up over my hips, exposing my black thong. I’d worn it to prevent panty lines, and as the cool air washed over me, I felt essentially naked from the waist down.

I tried to right myself and push the skirt down, but he coughed loudly at the same moment his open palm smacked hard against my ass.

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