Chapter 30

Jeremy

I glide up her body, feathering kisses over her skin. She smells like heaven. The taste of her is intoxicating.

“Linny,” I whisper her name against her lips. “Open your eyes.”

She shakes her head softly. “I can’t. I can’t move anything.”

Pressing my mouth against hers for a kiss, I laugh. “You can. Open them.”

She does.

A smile parts her lips. “I came here to talk business.”

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I chuckle. “You’re not complaining, are you? That was a hell of a lot better than talking about vodka.”

Her hand finds my cheek. “So much better.”

I lick my bottom lip to savor the lingering taste of her. “That was incredible. I need to do that again.”

Her back bows against the door. “I won’t be able to function.”

I want to fuck her so badly, but I don’t have protection here.

I gave up carrying condoms in my pocket or wallet after I turned down a handful of women who were willing to hop into bed with me.

Eventually, I would have shaken my obsession with my Vegas angel, but only in an attempt to satisfy a physical need, not because of any connection beyond that.

It would have been sex, pure and simple.

What I just shared with Linny is more; so much more.

Her hand skims the front of my pants. “Would you let me... I want to…”

I’ve been hard since she arrived at my office, but the suggestion of her dropping to her knees to blow me is almost too much.

I groan loudly before I claim her mouth for a soft kiss. “You want to suck me off.”

It’s not a question or a demand. It’s a desire that she feels and is struggling to express vocally, although her hand is clear in its intention. It’s on my belt buckle.

“Yes,” she whispers as she leans her forehead against my cheek. “I almost did it in Vegas. I thought about waking you up that way.”

My hand falls to cover hers on my belt buckle. “Fuck. You should have. I woke up hard and aching for you, but you were gone.”

She leans back to look up, her eyes catching mine. “I had to catch a flight.”

I have a dozen responses for that including the obvious one. She could have booked a later flight and stayed in my bed.

“You’ll make it up to me now.” I reach down to unbuckle my belt, willing myself to calm the fuck down, so I don’t shoot my load all over her face the second her wet lips touch my dick.

She nods, but then time stops. Every fucking thing stops because of a knock on my office door.

***

Whoever the fuck it is knocks a second time.

“What?” I call out, a frustrated edge to my tone.

“Jeremy?”

The voice is vaguely familiar and annoying as hell. Mitchell. Goddamn Mitchell Bilton is standing on the other side of my closed office door.

“It’s Mitchell,” he confirms what I already know.

Judging by the look of terror on Linny’s face she recognizes her asshole of a stepbrother’s voice too.

I press a finger to her lips to silence her. Clearing my throat I call out, “I’m busy. What do you want?”

The door handle rattles. The asshole is trying to get in. “Is Linny in there?”

I kiss her softly, wanting to ease the panic that I see washing over her expression.

“Her assistant told me she had a meeting with you.” His voice lowers. “I should have been included in that.”

“I would have asked you to accompany her if I thought that was necessary.” I roll my eyes, luring a smile to Linny’s lips.

I hear rustling outside the door before he clears his throat. “Alright. I’m here now. Do you want to grab a beer? My treat.”

Linny’s brows jump.

“He’s a persistent bastard,” I whisper against her ear.

She nods, a soft smile touching her mouth.

“I’m busy, Mitchell.” I slide a hand over her leg, drawing a soft gasp from her. “Go back to your office. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“I’ll wait.” His voice drifts farther away. “I’ll sit out here and wait until you’re done. I have some ideas to throw at you.”

“Oh my god.” Linny’s hands fist the front of my shirt. “He’s going to see me in here. He’ll know what we just did. Is there a back way out of your office?”

I brush my lips against hers. “I’ll handle it. You’re not crawling out of a window. It would be hell trying to repel thirty-six floors down the side of the building in those heels.”

Her hand darts to her mouth to silence her laugh.

“I’ll let him buy me a drink. One shot of vodka.” I make quick work of my belt. “You stay here until the coast is clear.”

“ I’m sorry ,” she mouths, her chin dipping toward the sizable bulge in my pants.

I shrug into my suit jacket. “Next time, angel. There will be a next time. Soon.”

I kiss her one last time before I open my office door just wide enough that I can slip through without the risk of Mitchell catching a glimpse of what’s inside.