Chapter 13
Sophia
I tried not to smile. Dammit, I tried. But it was impossible. A smile tugged at my lips, and a small laugh bubbled up.
My eyes soaked him in. Dear God, even his hands were sexy. He rested one on the edge of the table, the subtle motion drawing my eyes there. They were strong, just like all of him. I remembered the feel of his fingers buried inside of me, teasing me to an explosive orgasm. I gave my head a shake.
Don't go there. Be professional. Stay professional.
“I'll ask again,” he said. “Have dinner with me.”
His mouth hitched at the corner in one of those dangerous, ridiculously sexy half grins of his. I felt my own smile stretching in response. Sanity flew out the window, although I tried to hang onto it.
“That wasn't a question.”
The other corner of his mouth curled up. “No, I suppose not. Let me try again. Will you have dinner with me?”
I meant to shake my head, but instead, I laughed. He made me feel giddy and hot all over, flushed inside and out with need. I drummed my fingertips on the table, eyeing him and trying not to smile. I completely failed. I angled my head to the side.
“Lucas, you know this isn't a good idea.”
He was quiet, his hot green gaze locked to me.
“Actually, I don't know that. In fact, I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think it was a very good idea,” he countered, his gruff voice doing crazy things to my insides.
I clung to sanity by my fingertips, keeping the intellectual side of my brain barely functioning. The static and the fuzz of desire roaring through me were hard to rise above, but I managed. If only just barely. I tried to take a deep breath, but all I managed was a shallow gulp of air. With my pulse pounding, it was hard to breathe.
“Lucas, I work for you,” I said, almost in a whisper.
He lifted one shoulder in a subtle shrug, drawing my attention to the fit of his jersey shirt and jeans. His shoulders filled out the shirt, and I knew exactly how they felt, strong and muscled. I knew every inch of him was hard. My eyes, my willful eyes, kept moving. He didn't even try to hide the bulge of his hard cock. I swallowed. I remembered exactly how his cock felt inside of me, filling me and stretching me. My sex clenched, and I had to press my thighs together to try to ease the ache that suddenly developed there.
“You're a contractor. I understand you perceive that means you’re working for me, but I'm not technically your boss. In fact, why don't we just call this off? I'll tell Danny and Suzanne to find someone else. If that's what I have to do to make you stop using that as an excuse, that’s what we’ll do.”
My mouth fell open slightly. I couldn't believe what he was proposing. I shook my head quickly.
“Lucas, you're not an easy man to work for, not for this. I think we've actually done fairly well given how much you didn't want a PR person. Let’s not mess that up.”
He stared at me, his gaze locked to mine. I willed my pulse to slow, but it was no use. After another moment, he shrugged. He rested his other palm on my desk and leaned across until his face was mere inches from mine.
“Sophia, I don't care. It seems to matter to you, so I'm trying to respect that. All I know is I want you. How about this? We rain check our decision about your status here for another two weeks.”
My confusion must've shown on my face. He added, “I'm asking for two weeks with you. You can keep bossing me around on PR, but we’ll put on hold your worries about working for me. You give me those two weeks and then we’ll reconsider.”
“What do you mean?”
His gaze darkened. My body knew exactly what he meant. Pressure gathered in my center and coiled at the apex of my thighs. I shifted in my seat, attempting to relieve the need building there.
“I'm not a stupid man, and you're a very intelligent woman. I want you, and I know you want me. I know what we had the other night wasn't the kind of chemistry that comes along very often.”
My brain had obviously taken a backseat to my body because I was nodding before I even considered any other reply.
“Let's go then,” he said simply.
Once again, my body moved on its own. I logged out of my computer, stood and rounded my desk. The relief of feeling his palm curl around mine was so great, I almost groaned at that simple point of contact. I could've eaten him up right there in the office. I wanted more than that though. I didn't want a rushed, wild encounter like we’d had the other night. I wanted hours to let myself melt into him.
I was in such a haze, I barely noticed how we got from the office to his place. Before I knew it, we were walking into his apartment. Everything was smudged with a haze of need, yet every motion felt purposeful. I hung my purse on the hook by the door and slipped my shoes off, while he kicked his off beside mine and hung both of our jackets. Then, his palm was curling around mine again and he was leading me into the living room. He adjusted the lights and turned to say something. I didn't know where he meant to take me, but I knew I wanted to taste him.
I stepped to him and dragged my palm roughly over the bulge of his cock. His breath drew in sharply.
“Sophia, what are you doing?” he asked in a gruff whisper.
I unbuttoned his jeans, and freed his cock, sighing at the hot, velvety skin under my palm. I knelt down, glanced up at him and finally answered his question.
“This,” I said before swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, savoring the salty tang of the drop of pre-cum. His eyes darkened, and he simply stared at me as I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock and closed my lips around him. I drew him in as deeply as I could, feeling a surge of power when I heard him groan with his breath coming out roughly. Swirling my tongue around the base of his cock up to the tip and back again, I set to licking, stroking and sucking every inch of his cock. His hands tangled in my hair and his hips arched into me, the head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat. I wanted to make him crazy, as crazy as I’d felt for days. Just when I thought I might be bringing him over the edge, he swore and tugged on my hair, yanking me up swiftly.
We were standing just behind the couch in the center of the room. “Turn around,” he said roughly.
I didn't hesitate, immediately obeying. I curled my palms on the back of the couch and let my bottom arch up into the air. I almost cried out at the feel of his palms sliding down over my hips. He yanked my skirt up roughly, cool air hitting my skin. He traced a fingertip along the thin silk strip of my thong and down between the cheeks of my ass. I felt him shift, kneeling down behind me. He spread my cheeks apart, nudging my thighs further apart with his knee. He trailed his fingers across the silk between my thighs. It was soaking wet. He startled me, reaching one hand up and yanking my panties down. I heard the silk tearing and then they fell to my feet. I kicked them free as he dropped kisses along the insides of my thighs.
He paused, spreading my folds apart. I could feel my sex quivering with need.
“You are so fucking wet,” he said gruffly. “Is this for me?”
I could barely speak, but I managed to choke out a yes. As if in reward for managing to answer, he dragged a finger through my folds and sank it inside. I almost came right then, murmuring his name on a husky breath.