Page 31 of Unbuttoning Her Brooding Boss

Just quickly. Just once. Justnow.

He gazed at her. She could see him thinking, wavering, deciding.

‘While we’re here we don’t talk work,’ he said, suddenly brusque. ‘Not here. Not now. Not tonight.’

‘Fine.’ She nodded, running her tongue over her dried lips. ‘No work talk ’til Melbourne.’

She’d not expected him to offer her a deal at this first meeting anyway. And truthfully she didn’t want to have to be ‘Steffi Leigh’ right now. She just wanted to indulge.

‘This... excursion... is off the record. For both of us. I won’t let this affect any decision I take on your blog, okay?’

He still looked too serious for her liking.

‘We can keep it simple?’ he asked.

Like she hadn’t got it already? ‘I’m not stupid,’ she groaned.

‘Yeah, but we need to know we stand with each other.’ His hand pressed on her curves again, letting her knowexactlyhow he was standing.

‘Let me see if I can figure it out,’ she drawled. ‘You come—you go. Right?’

‘Right.’ He nodded slowly, a rueful expression entering his eyes.

‘But in this case I’ll be the one going.’ She smiled guilelessly. And that was good. She could indulge this once in passion but do no harm. There was no threat of an all-consuming affair in which she’d lose her soul.

He studied her for a heated moment, then swiftly bent and kissed her.

‘You’re not going until you’ve come,’ he muttered against her lips. ‘I want to see you come.’ He stepped forward, pressing more tightly against her. ‘I want to taste you when you come.’

Heat ricocheted round her body.Thatwas what he wanted to do? Uh... sure. She was okay with that.

Her breathing quickened. Anticipation tautened her nerves. It was crazy that she had that much reaction to only a hint of dirty talk. But the promise he conveyed with just a look...

She snatched a couple of deep breaths. Such mesmerising sexual attraction was a little scary.

But she’d had a moment to think and, while she wanted this moment, she needed to keep things in perspective. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—forget her responsibilities.

She framed his face with her hands and looked into his eyes so she knew she had his attention. ‘Ten minutes, then I’ll leave.’

He swiftly turned his head and kissed her palm, before looking back into her face. Amusement danced in his eyes. ‘Ten minutes?’ He couldn’t hold back the laugh. ‘You’re kidding, right?’

‘No.’ She knew it wasn’t going to take half that time for her to come—not if he set his mind to it. ‘I have to get going,’ she explained.

‘Why? Who’s waiting for you?’

‘No one,’ she breathed, goosebumps feathering her skin at the lie. ‘I just... have to get back to the city...’

‘Tara will feed your cat... stay the night.’

Before she could answer he kissed her, sending her straight back into that sensual haze.

Every cell in her body tingled and sought movement, sought to get nearer to the source of that heat. Never had she felt this kind of attraction. Never had she taken this kind of pleasure in something as simple as touch.

‘I have to go.’ Breathless, she struggled to make him understand. To make herself stick to her own rule. ‘Ten minutes.’

He swept both hands down her back to cup her bottom. Holding her close, he thrust against her. Caught by surprise, she clutched his shoulders and rode the wave, almost coming on the spot.

His laugh was low and sexy and full of wicked promise. ‘Then I guess I have ten minutes to change your mind.’ He kept his hands in place and lifted her—too easily. He took a couple of steps and then set her onto the bonnet of the car, pushing her back so she lay down. Of their own accord her legs splayed wide, leaving space for him to fill. He took it. The metal against her back and butt was warm from the sun, but the real heat now leaned over her. Against her.

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