myself.”
His hands gripped the wooden table and the whites of his eyes grew. The conversations around the table stopped.
“I see I have your attention.” Devereaux smiled. “This is a critical time in our negotiations. We have important things to discuss, but I can see tonight is lost. I need everyone at the top of their game. Understood?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” Ross bowed his head.
Conversation carried on after a quiet minute.
Devereaux dug out his phone. His finger tapped harder on the date. His pulse raced like it only did when success was imminent. Fucking didn’t hold a candle to this kind of rush. Nothing did. A smile crept onto his face. If only his father were here. God, how he’d love to rub his nose in it. The sorry S.O.B. Hell, he’d like to show his mother what a real man looked like—unafraid of success and the undesirable things you had to do to get it. Able to fend off the temptations of artificial uppers and the fake thrills of the gaming scene.
He patted his hand reassuringly over his heart.
15
S loan sat so rigidly in the chair next to him, he could have used her as a human flagpole. An image of her naked body draped in Union Jack flashed in his mind. The red cross of Saint George covering her breasts and baring her… Saint Mary, Mother of God !
What in the blue bloody balls was wrong with him? She’d walked into the room and turned him into a horny teenager, all semblance of higher cognitive function out the door.
Baine laid the fork on the edge of his plate and leaned toward Sloan. When he felt the warmth radiating off her skin, he breathed, “Act like I just said the most indecent thing you’ve ever heard and you like it.”
On command she leaned back, meeting his gaze head-on with wide eyes and her lower lip caught between her teeth. She poked him in the ribs hard enough to break one, and somehow she made it look playful. Baine sucked in a breath and grit his teeth to mask the pain that radiated through his middle. The cunning woman curved her sultry lips, batting her thick lashes like an innocent.
Once the pain subsided he moved in again. Maybe this time she’d administer a lethal blow, making all his worries disappear. He braced and whispered while he nipped her jaw. “Make it look like you want to screw my cock so hard you’ll break it, so we can get out of here.”
Her sharp draw of air wasn’t feigned, neither was the blush on her cheek. The thought of a hooker blushing shook his shoulders with humor.
“What’s so funny, Son?”
“Just enjoying the entertainment,” he drawled.
“A toast,” his father said. “To success, family, friends, and gorgeous women.”
“Hear, hear,” Baine agreed, but only to the first and last. His success and the remarkable woman to his left.
After Sloan returned her champagne to the table, she seized his hand from his lap. A mischievous expression played over her lovely face as she interlocked their fingers and brought them to her mouth. Slick warmth enveloped his middle finger. Desire so hot and heavy it made movement impossible, except for the slightest rise and fall of his chest, rushed over his body. Her tongue cradled his sizzling nerve endings. Those pouty lips clamped down in a perfect O, then dragged from knuckle to tip.
With little care of anything else in the world, much less the room, he grabbed her arm, pulled her up from the table and out of the room. Unlike the last time he’d hauled her like a cave man, she followed with eager steps barely missing his heels. If only she knew what he had in mind called for little talk and a whole lot of action...he wondered, would she come as willingly? Because, if he had anything to do with it, she’d be coming soon.
They practically flew through the foyer and up the stairs, footfalls striking as rapidly as the beat of a Massai drum. Baine’s heart drummed much the same. At the top of the stairs, Sloan pinned him to the wall. He should
His hands gripped the wooden table and the whites of his eyes grew. The conversations around the table stopped.
“I see I have your attention.” Devereaux smiled. “This is a critical time in our negotiations. We have important things to discuss, but I can see tonight is lost. I need everyone at the top of their game. Understood?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” Ross bowed his head.
Conversation carried on after a quiet minute.
Devereaux dug out his phone. His finger tapped harder on the date. His pulse raced like it only did when success was imminent. Fucking didn’t hold a candle to this kind of rush. Nothing did. A smile crept onto his face. If only his father were here. God, how he’d love to rub his nose in it. The sorry S.O.B. Hell, he’d like to show his mother what a real man looked like—unafraid of success and the undesirable things you had to do to get it. Able to fend off the temptations of artificial uppers and the fake thrills of the gaming scene.
He patted his hand reassuringly over his heart.
15
S loan sat so rigidly in the chair next to him, he could have used her as a human flagpole. An image of her naked body draped in Union Jack flashed in his mind. The red cross of Saint George covering her breasts and baring her… Saint Mary, Mother of God !
What in the blue bloody balls was wrong with him? She’d walked into the room and turned him into a horny teenager, all semblance of higher cognitive function out the door.
Baine laid the fork on the edge of his plate and leaned toward Sloan. When he felt the warmth radiating off her skin, he breathed, “Act like I just said the most indecent thing you’ve ever heard and you like it.”
On command she leaned back, meeting his gaze head-on with wide eyes and her lower lip caught between her teeth. She poked him in the ribs hard enough to break one, and somehow she made it look playful. Baine sucked in a breath and grit his teeth to mask the pain that radiated through his middle. The cunning woman curved her sultry lips, batting her thick lashes like an innocent.
Once the pain subsided he moved in again. Maybe this time she’d administer a lethal blow, making all his worries disappear. He braced and whispered while he nipped her jaw. “Make it look like you want to screw my cock so hard you’ll break it, so we can get out of here.”
Her sharp draw of air wasn’t feigned, neither was the blush on her cheek. The thought of a hooker blushing shook his shoulders with humor.
“What’s so funny, Son?”
“Just enjoying the entertainment,” he drawled.
“A toast,” his father said. “To success, family, friends, and gorgeous women.”
“Hear, hear,” Baine agreed, but only to the first and last. His success and the remarkable woman to his left.
After Sloan returned her champagne to the table, she seized his hand from his lap. A mischievous expression played over her lovely face as she interlocked their fingers and brought them to her mouth. Slick warmth enveloped his middle finger. Desire so hot and heavy it made movement impossible, except for the slightest rise and fall of his chest, rushed over his body. Her tongue cradled his sizzling nerve endings. Those pouty lips clamped down in a perfect O, then dragged from knuckle to tip.
With little care of anything else in the world, much less the room, he grabbed her arm, pulled her up from the table and out of the room. Unlike the last time he’d hauled her like a cave man, she followed with eager steps barely missing his heels. If only she knew what he had in mind called for little talk and a whole lot of action...he wondered, would she come as willingly? Because, if he had anything to do with it, she’d be coming soon.
They practically flew through the foyer and up the stairs, footfalls striking as rapidly as the beat of a Massai drum. Baine’s heart drummed much the same. At the top of the stairs, Sloan pinned him to the wall. He should
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