What the Greek's Money Can't Buy by Maya Blake Page B

dropped to her mouth in a blatant, heated caress. His lips parted and a slow rush of breath hissed through them. Slowly, almost leisurely, he stepped closer, bringing his body heat within singeing distance.
    Move, Brianna!
    Her feet finally heeded the frenzied warning fired by her brain but she’d barely taken a step when Sakis reached out. He caught her around the waist and brought her flush against him.
    The contact fired through her, so powerful and potent, she lost her footing. One strong hand cupped her chin and raised her head to his merciless gaze. In his eyes, she read dangerous intent that made her stomach hollow with anticipation and feverish need, even as the last functioning brain cells shrieked for her to fight against the dangerous sensations.
    ‘I’m going to kiss you now, Moneypenny,’ Sakis breathed. ‘It’s not wise and it probably won’t be safe.’
    ‘Then you shouldn’t do it...’ She half-pleaded but already wet heat oozed between her thighs.
    He gave a half-pained groan. ‘I can’t seem to stop myself.’
    ‘Mr Pantelides—’
    ‘Sakis. Say it. Say my name.’
    She shook her head.
    His head dropped another fraction. ‘You’re doing it again.’
    ‘D-doing what?’
    ‘Refusing to obey me.’
    ‘We’re no longer in the office.’
    ‘Which is all the more reason why we should drop formalities. Say my name, Brianna.’
    The way he said her name, the soft stresses on the vowels, made her insides clench hard. She tried desperately to fight against the overwhelming sensation. ‘No.’
    He walked her back until he had her pinned between the gym wall and the solid column of his hot body. The hard muscles of his bare chest were torture against her heavy breasts but it was the firm, unmistakeable imprint of his erection against her belly that made her stop breathing.
    ‘Luckily for you, the need to taste you overwhelms the need to command your obedience.’ His lips brushed hers in the fleetest of caresses. ‘But I will hear you say it before very long.’
    Eyelids too heavy to sustain fluttered downwards. Drowsy with lust, she fought to answer him. ‘Don’t count on it. I have a few rules of my own. This is one of them.’
    The very tip of his tongue traced her lower lip, again with the fleetest of touches, and the fiery blaze of need raged through her. ‘What’s another?’
    ‘Not to get involved with the boss.’
    ‘Hmm, that’s one I agree with.’
    ‘Then...what are you doing ?’ she asked plaintively.
    ‘Proving that this isn’t more than temporary insanity.’ His voice reflected the dazed confusion she felt.
    ‘Won’t walking away prove the same thing? As you said, this might not be exactly wise.’
    ‘Or this is nothing but a no-big-deal kiss. It’ll only become a big deal if we aren’t able to handle what happens afterwards.’
    No big deal . Was it really? And would it hurt to experience just a kiss? They were both clothed...well, he was technically only half-clothed...but she could put the brakes on this any time she wanted...couldn’t she?
    ‘Afterwards?’ she blurted.
    ‘Yes, when we go back to what we are. You’ll continue to be the aficionado who runs my business life and I’ll be the boss who demands too much of you.’
    ‘Or we could stop this right now. Pretend it never happened?’
    A hard gleam entered his eyes. ‘Pretence has never been my style. I leave that to people who wish to hide their true colours; who want the world to perceive them as something other than what they are. I detest people like that, Moneypenny.’ His mouth dropped another centimetre closer, his hands tightening around her waist as his eyes darkened with hot promise. ‘It’s why I won’t pretend that the thought of kissing you, of being inside you, hasn’t been eating me alive these past few days. It’s also why I know neither of us will misconstrue this. Because you’re above pretence. You’re exactly who you say you are. Which is why I appreciate you so