back.
He had to concentrate this next week, ensure this deal happened, and having his sexy PA along would do nothing but distract.
‘Why don’t you come with me? There’ll be loads of work, but you’ll have time to unwind too.’
A flicker of guilt stabbed him. Work wasn’t the only reason he wanted her along.
Now he’d had another taste of this delectable woman he wanted her by his side, all night long, for as many nights as she had left here.
‘You’re asking me to go away with you?’
‘On a business trip.’
Her lips curved into a smug smile at his clarification, recognising it for the dubious excuse it was.
‘Well then, when you put it like that, I guess I can’t refuse my boss.’
With the elegance of a queen draped in regal robes, she wound the sheet around her lissom body and stood, gliding towards him like a Grecian goddess.
‘Before we get caught up in business, last night was just as special as Sydney.’ Her hungry gaze focussed on his mouth before dragging upwards to his eyes. ‘I just wanted you to know that.’
‘Come here.’
He hauled her into his arms, his fingers tangling inher hair as he angled her head, crushing his mouth to hers, his driving need for her needing little to reignite.
She clung to him, matching his hunger, matching him in every way, and, terrified by the thought, he tore his mouth from hers, dragging in air to clear his head.
Laughing, she trailed a fingertip down his chest. ‘This is going to be one hell of a week.’
His sentiment exactly.
CHAPTER TWELVE
S TARR sauntered into the separate office of their beach-side bungalow, determined to distract her workaholic boss. They’d already put in a solid eight hours today—time for a little R and R.
She hadn’t bought his business trip spiel. Sure, he might like having his PA along to assist with work stuff for the week on Hayman Island, but the way they’d been burning up the sheets she knew the real reason he’d invited her along.
He couldn’t get enough of her, and the feeling was mutual.
He hadn’t heard her. His head bent, he had a pen in his right hand, rapidly scrawling notes. The sight of him was enough to set her heart flip-flopping and send her belly into free-fall.
The guy was seriously hot, from the top of his slicked-back dark hair to the soles of his designer shoes.
She’d never gone for guys in suits, preferring the more casual look of the artsy-fartsy dance crowd. Guys in faded denim and tight T-shirts, guys with layeredjackets and scarves, guys with hair just a tad too long to be conventional.
Callum was none of those things, was always immaculately dressed in crisp shirts and conservative ties and posh suits, his hair neat in the short back-and-sides, without a scarf in sight. Yet she wanted him more than any of those other guys, wanted him more than Sergio, and she’d lived with him for a few years.
‘Hey, it’s knock-off time.’
He glanced up from a stack of paperwork and her heart squirmed all over again.
‘How late is it?’
She sashayed across the room, thankful she’d changed into her favourite floral bikini and sheer cover-all, delighting in his dazed expression. If her working it in this bikini didn’t take his mind off business, nothing would.
‘Late enough for you to shut down that computer and come take a dip.’
‘Swimming, huh?’
He stood, stretched, sinfully gorgeous as he rounded the desk, his hungry expression wrenching an answering response deep down.
‘I’d rather stay in.’
Before she could respond he kissed her, a savage, wild, no-holds-barred kiss that shook her all the way down to her soul.
This thing between them was more than physical, way more, and as she clung to him, matched him, fired him by clambering all over him, she knew that fallingfor him had been a foregone conclusion right from the very beginning.
He backed her up against the desk, the evidence of why he wanted to stay in pressing into her pelvis.
‘So we’re done for
He had to concentrate this next week, ensure this deal happened, and having his sexy PA along would do nothing but distract.
‘Why don’t you come with me? There’ll be loads of work, but you’ll have time to unwind too.’
A flicker of guilt stabbed him. Work wasn’t the only reason he wanted her along.
Now he’d had another taste of this delectable woman he wanted her by his side, all night long, for as many nights as she had left here.
‘You’re asking me to go away with you?’
‘On a business trip.’
Her lips curved into a smug smile at his clarification, recognising it for the dubious excuse it was.
‘Well then, when you put it like that, I guess I can’t refuse my boss.’
With the elegance of a queen draped in regal robes, she wound the sheet around her lissom body and stood, gliding towards him like a Grecian goddess.
‘Before we get caught up in business, last night was just as special as Sydney.’ Her hungry gaze focussed on his mouth before dragging upwards to his eyes. ‘I just wanted you to know that.’
‘Come here.’
He hauled her into his arms, his fingers tangling inher hair as he angled her head, crushing his mouth to hers, his driving need for her needing little to reignite.
She clung to him, matching his hunger, matching him in every way, and, terrified by the thought, he tore his mouth from hers, dragging in air to clear his head.
Laughing, she trailed a fingertip down his chest. ‘This is going to be one hell of a week.’
His sentiment exactly.
CHAPTER TWELVE
S TARR sauntered into the separate office of their beach-side bungalow, determined to distract her workaholic boss. They’d already put in a solid eight hours today—time for a little R and R.
She hadn’t bought his business trip spiel. Sure, he might like having his PA along to assist with work stuff for the week on Hayman Island, but the way they’d been burning up the sheets she knew the real reason he’d invited her along.
He couldn’t get enough of her, and the feeling was mutual.
He hadn’t heard her. His head bent, he had a pen in his right hand, rapidly scrawling notes. The sight of him was enough to set her heart flip-flopping and send her belly into free-fall.
The guy was seriously hot, from the top of his slicked-back dark hair to the soles of his designer shoes.
She’d never gone for guys in suits, preferring the more casual look of the artsy-fartsy dance crowd. Guys in faded denim and tight T-shirts, guys with layeredjackets and scarves, guys with hair just a tad too long to be conventional.
Callum was none of those things, was always immaculately dressed in crisp shirts and conservative ties and posh suits, his hair neat in the short back-and-sides, without a scarf in sight. Yet she wanted him more than any of those other guys, wanted him more than Sergio, and she’d lived with him for a few years.
‘Hey, it’s knock-off time.’
He glanced up from a stack of paperwork and her heart squirmed all over again.
‘How late is it?’
She sashayed across the room, thankful she’d changed into her favourite floral bikini and sheer cover-all, delighting in his dazed expression. If her working it in this bikini didn’t take his mind off business, nothing would.
‘Late enough for you to shut down that computer and come take a dip.’
‘Swimming, huh?’
He stood, stretched, sinfully gorgeous as he rounded the desk, his hungry expression wrenching an answering response deep down.
‘I’d rather stay in.’
Before she could respond he kissed her, a savage, wild, no-holds-barred kiss that shook her all the way down to her soul.
This thing between them was more than physical, way more, and as she clung to him, matched him, fired him by clambering all over him, she knew that fallingfor him had been a foregone conclusion right from the very beginning.
He backed her up against the desk, the evidence of why he wanted to stay in pressing into her pelvis.
‘So we’re done for
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