Page 23 of Hostile Takeover

Warm shivers ripple through me from his touch. God, I want those hands on me…

A heavy moan escapes my lips as he drags his hand down my neck and over my collarbone. He slides two fingers into the neckline of my blouse and gently pulls it over my shoulder, revealing the lacy black straps of the lingerie underneath.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers when he sees it. “Now, follow your boss’ orders and take your skirt and blouse off.”

“Why me?” I ask. It just blurts out of me. I just have to know why this amazing gorgeous man is interested in me and my scarred face. He could have anyone he wants. Why is he choosing me?

He grabs my chin in his firm hand and tilts my face up until I’m looking into his beautiful brown eyes. “Because you’re mine,” he says in a deep voice. “You were made for me, just like I was made for you.”

“You think we’re…”

“Soulmates,” he finishes. “I know it. I knew it the second I took those boxes from you and saw your perfect face.”

“I know you’re lying now,” I whisper, turning away with my cheeks burning. “My face is not perfect.”

His grip tightens on my chin and he turns my head back until I’m looking into his eyes again. “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen, Kyra. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“You don’t mind my… scars?”

He runs the back of his hand over them as he slowly shakes his head.

“They’re beautiful,” he whispers. “They’re a part of you. A part of your history. A part of what makes you so strong. You’re stunning, Kyra. Every inch of you.”

I grab his jacket and pull his mouth to my lips. He kisses me as my body boils into a frenzy. Iwantthis man. Ineedthis man.Now.

His strong hands pull up my blouse until it slides out of my skirt. I want him to see me now. I want him to see me in the lingerieandwith it off.

It’s a lacy bra and high-cut lacy underwear—all black. It has so many straps that I was looking for a manual in the box to explain how to put it on. It took me a while, but I finally figured it out. Hopefully, Brandon won’t have nearly as much trouble when he takes it off.

I lift up my arms, yank my mouth away for the second it takes him to pull my blouse over my head, and then I lunge back onto his mouth. I shove my tongue down his throat as those sexy hands slide my skirt’s zipper down my ass. It becomes loose around me and with a shake of my hips, it falls to my ankles.

Brandon pulls back to admire his handiwork, to admire me. I place a hand on his big muscular chest and push him back until his ass hits the desk.

“What do you think, Mr. Raven?” I ask as I give him a sexy pose. “Am I qualified for the job?”

He licks his lips as he looks me up and down with a heated gaze. “You’re qualified,” he says as he runs a hand through his hair. “You’re perfect for what I have in mind.”

I strut up to him, slide my hands under his jacket, and pull it back over his hard round shoulders. It glides off his arms and falls to the floor.

“Clumsy little me,” I say in a flirty tone as I bend over to pick it up. That strong hand palms my ass and my pussy pulses in response.

His hand stays on my ass as I stand back up and toss his jacket on the chair.

He’s got a wild, hungry look in his eyes as he stares down at me. “On the desk,” he growls. “Sit.”

I quickly hop on the desk and he drops to his knees in front of me. I gasp as he grabs my legs with a firm grip and pries them open.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…

With a hungry moan, he comes forward and drags his nose up my tingling mound. He looks at me with those devastating eyes and then kisses my pussy softly.

“You’re mine,” he growls as he slides his finger into the waistband of my panties and pulls them to the side, revealing my aching pussy.

He just stares at it in awe for a long moment while I stare back at him. I’m breathless. I’m frozen. I can’t do anything until his soft lips are on me. My whole body aches with every second he waits. I’mdyingfor it…

His hot breath washes over my wet folds and I let out a loud desperate moan. Even the air coming out of this man is too intense for me.

I grip the edge of the desk as I lie back and watch him with my breath trapped in my chest. He lunges forward like he can’t hold himself back any longer and drags his hot flat tongue up my slit. I cry out so loud it surprises me as I feel the heat of his tongue dragging up my most sensitive area.

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