Page 14 of Seven Nights

Sighing, he sinks into the chair behind his desk.

“Kate, my time is worth two thousand dollars a minute.”

I look at him, not quite glaring but as close as I dare. Presenting the perfect picture of a bored billionaire dealing with a tedious employee, he lifts his brows at me and explains his point.

“So stop wasting it.”

Heat flares across my face, but I obey. With my gaze lowered, I put one foot on the base, my hand smoothing down the back of the skirt as I move to sit.

“Skirt up,” he orders.

I pinch the hem, lift, and sit down. My ass touches the cold marble surface. Gasping, I wonder if the fiend left a block of ice on it the entire hour I waited.

When I’m sure I won’t unleash a string of swear words, I look toward Montgomery’s desk. I expect his attention to be diverted already. Instead, he rests his chin in the palm of one hand. His gaze leisurely travels the line of my leg.

In a heartbeat, I go hot and wet.

“Now what?” I ask as more parts of my body remember just why I signed the obscene contract.

He flips the screen on his laptop up and hits the power button. “You wait.”

His answer is too much. I lash out.

“Just what the fuck do you think I did for the last hour!”

No emotion crosses his features. He doesn’t so much as glance at me.

Damn him! I could have stayed in the bedroom, under the mink throw, instead of sitting on this damn pedestal, my ass freezing at the same time my face and right arm grow warm from the sunlight shining through the window.

I scowl at him for ten minutes straight, my ill will bent on boring a hole through his thick skull with just my gaze.

Not once does his attention stray in my direction. I surrender to the neglect with a little puff of air then turn my face toward the window.

It is clear from the grounds of Montgomery’s estate, all fifty acres, that he has a thing for dark stones, magnolia trees, running water and lots of flowers. I try to picture him alone in the garden, staring at the falling petals as they float by, a spring breeze carelessly orchestrating their path.

Maybe that’s where he goes at moments like these. Inside his head, his fine ass is parked on one of those stones.

A hand—his hand—brushes along my bare arm. I startle and pull back. His fingers curl along my neck, stopping me, forcing my mouth close to his.

“I thought I could keep working with you sitting here.”

Annoyed that his inability to focus is making me happy, I close my eyes.

Still holding me by the neck, he dips his other hand into the front of my dress. Cupping one breast, he kisses my lips.

This is new. He hasn’t done this before. He’s buried three fingers in me, his cock following. He has kissed my neck, my ear…but not my lips.

Even knowing his earlier omissions were likely intentional, I am still left shaking. My entire body vibrates from the kiss, its nature commanding my complete attention. He sucks and bites at my lips, fondles my breast…

And then he stops, grips my shoulders and slowly pushes me away.

Montgomery looks at me, his eyes soft and filled with a sensuous heat.

“Don't tremble, baby.”

I blink and find that I am close to tears. For some stupid reason, I apologize.

“I'm sorry.”

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