Terms of Surrender by Gracie C. Mckeever Page B

superheated, remembering how she'd leaned over his shoulder the same way she was leaning over Remeni's. His balls tightened with a jealousy of which he didn't know himself capable. Possessiveness overrode subtlety, obliterating any plans he'd had of getting Remeni alone to ask him about his date with Kate, since playing detective was the last thing on his mind.
    All he could think about now was getting Slany away from the young programmer.
    "Breeze, I need to see you in my office."
    Remeni started, guiltily glanced up, and Slany slowly stood to her full five-nine and glanced at Nick over Remeni's monitor.
    "I'm in the middle of something."
    "Now, Slany." He turned on his expensive Italian leather heels and marched away without giving her a chance to respond, fully expecting her to follow as he kicked himself for losing his temper, especially in front of a subordinate, especially in front of Remeni.
    When the time came, and Slany accepted his terms, he didn't want there to be any reasons for gossip, any reason for her to doubt trusting him. He wanted to make her as comfortable and relaxed going into this and being with him as he could. Gaining Remeni's curiosity would not accomplish any of this.
    Conducting an office romance with a, for all intents and purposes, subordinate was going to be difficult enough. And he'd gone over all the pros and cons this last week and a half trying to talk himself out of getting with Slany, to no avail.
    Nick listened to her medium-heeled footsteps now stalking behind him on the hallway's buffed parquet floors before she reached his office, where her shoes noiselessly sank into the plush carpeting as she closed the door behind herself.
    "How could you embarrass me like that?"
    He turned to her and arched a brow. "In what way did I embarrass you?"
    "I was in the middle of finalizing the Wink soft drink ad. You couldn't wait a few minutes?"

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    "No." He could see that his brusque tone and response threw her when she frowned. "I needed to see you in here now."
    "What is so damned important that it—"
    He stepped to her, leaned in, and covered her mouth with his, effectively cutting off any further objections as he reached past her to lock his door.
    He felt her brief struggle when he slid in his tongue, caressing hers as he buried a hand in the hair at her nape, then caught the long strands in one fist. He eased her closer, his grip gentle, but firm enough that she couldn't mistake his meaning.
    Nick wedged a leg between her thighs, carefully steering her to the left of the door, pressing his knee against her sex as he imprisoned her against the wall.
    She groaned into his mouth, further firing his blood.
    He rolled his knee firmly over her slit, reached for both her wrists and raised them up over her head. He moved his mouth over her chin until he reached the wildly beating pulse in her neck and suckled.
    She gasped, thrust her hips into his leg. "God, Nick, what are you doing to me?"
    "Exactly what you want. Exactly what you've been asking for."
    She froze in his grasp, and he felt her glare. He coolly met her emerald gaze head-on, knowing he was capable of throwing her across his desk that moment and taking her, regardless of what she said—and it scared him that she had him so out of control.
    "So you think I want to be clubbed over the head and dragged off to your cave, Neanderthal Man?"
    "I don't think, I know."
    She pushed her hips against him, tried to snatch her wrists from his grip. "Damn, you don't even try to make a pretense at being civilized."
    He silently shook his head, grinning as he leaned in again, lower this time, undoing several buttons of her blouse with one hand before gently nibbling a fully pebbled nipple through her lace bra.
    She writhed beneath his mouth, moaned low in her throat. "Please…"
    "We've been over this before, Slany. You know what you want, and you know what you need to do to get it." He transferred her wrists to his left hand, moved