Page 5 of Seven Nights

Stunned by his swift attack and my body's betrayal, I don’t deny the boast.

“But I won't,” he soothes.

The pad of his thumb lands on my clit to run small circles.

“At least not today. Not with the state you’re in.”

My nipples pucker inside my bra, the fabric suddenly too tight as my breasts swell with an unanswered need. I squirm against his touch, inhaling big gulps of air without releasing them as Montgomery’s fingers continue to stroke inside me.

Already hovering at the edge of orgasm, I part my lips. I should tell him “no,” push his hands away, do something—anything—to stop him.

I can only moan through the parted lips, the sound shaming me with its wanton hunger.

Wrapping his hands around my hips, Montgomery jerks me down the seat until I am flat on my back. He cups my mound, the grip hard and possessive.

“Make that sound again,” he warns, “and you'll spend the night tied to my bed.”

I bite down on a second moan. I try to school my face into some semblance of self-control. Montgomery gives a little squeeze that pushes me right back to the edge of release. My lips open and close rhythmically, no sound escaping them as the muscles of my throat fight for silence.

Montgomery studies my face and writhing flesh. Feeling the small push of my bottom lip and the delicate furrow of my brow, I know he is right. He really could take me. My body is pulsing violently with the need for him to do so.

With a low-rumbling growl, Montgomery releases me.

“The mugging has left you overly vulnerable, Kate. It’s intoxicating, but no excuse. I apologize for my actions.”

Mortified at my behavior, I watch as Montgomery settles against the seat, his gaze fixed on the front of the limo. Subtly shifting his hips, he adjusts the erection bulging along his thigh, freeing it to run a hard line up to the buttoned waist of his slacks.

What the hell? I wonder. One minute he’s ready to fuck, the next he’s watching traffic!

Does he seriously expect me to believe his conscience just got the better of him?

I ease my skirt down my thighs and sit up. With his attention never wavering from the front of the limo, I am free to study him. His right hand is balled into a fist that rests against his lips, the middle joint of his index finger pressing hard against his top teeth. Even in profile, I can see the animalistic flare of his nostril and the tense line of his jaw.

Lowering my gaze to his lap, I take a shaky breath in. The slight adjustment he made to his slacks gave Montgomery room to grow. I can see the full length and thickness of his erection. The front panel pushes at least two inches up from his abdomen, making him as wide front to back as most men are side-to-side. Visually measuring off the length, a hard appetite floods my mouth.

I swallow, give my top lip a tentative lick and finally call him by his first name. “Griffin…”

“Don't, Kate.”

He is at the edge of control, reining in his need with a white-knuckled grip. Squashing the reckless desire to ask what I should stop doing, I retreat along the seat until my back presses against the opposite side of the limo.

I look out the window. I missed the vagaries of our route, but I recognize my street. An odd mix of relief and regret tighten the muscles of my face. I almost lost myself to the moment with this man. It doesn’t matter that he is charismatic, forceful and as handsome as he is rich. I trained to be Iron Kate—not just with my running but my emotions.

Especially with my emotions.

The limo pulls to a stop. Not waiting for the driver, I reach for the door. Griffin's big hand locks around my wrist, restraining me.

“Philip will be here nine tomorrow morning,” he rumbles. “Don't make him wait.”

From the strain around Montgomery’s eyes, I know it isn’t Philip's potential wait bothering him. He looks ready to devour me and his grip remains firm.

With him staring at me like this, his hand a vise, it takes several seconds before I find my voice again.

“For what?” I ask.

He smiles through his answer, the wolfish grin belonging to the billionaire CEO and not the hot-blooded lover of a few seconds ago.

“For negotiations, Kate.”

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