Conflict of Interest - By Allyson Lindt Page 0,17
from her settled deep inside, warming him more than the sun creeping through the roofless rafters overhead.
He’d already asked once, but wanted to see if she’d be more forthcoming. “Did it work? Did you prove it?”
She traced a finger along her collar, drawing his eyes down as she played with her top shirt button. He shifted his position when his cock throbbed in response, and his imagination taunted him with images of her undoing each button slowly while he watched.
She swallowed. “Not as thoroughly as I would have liked.”
His arousal screamed in response to the teasing. The possible opportunity to finish what they’d started. He forced his voice to remain steady. “So I know I’m just some boring executive and not the mysterious guy with the love van you thought I was, but I’m available if you’re still interested.”
She shook her head and leaned back on both hands, shoulders stretched back and full breasts jutting toward him. Amusement and uncertainty warred for her expression. “You’re not paying me to sleep with you.”
Ouch. Dangerous territory. “It’s true. But I’m also paying you a fixed fee, not hourly. So if I decided we were done for the day, any free time you had would be yours to do what or whomever you pleased.”
She extended her legs in front of her, crossing them at the ankles. “It’s not professional.”
He loved this banter with her. The way she let him poke and prod at the conversation. “It’s not supposed to be. You’re proving you’re not uptight.”
She sat back up, pulling her legs in and tucking them to the side, hair falling around her face. “It’s a conflict of interest.”
Every time he thought she was going to tell him no—slap him and put a stop to the entire thing—she set out another tease. Was she doing it intentionally? He had to prod a little more. The heaving chest taunting him was too tempting. “Not necessarily. Not if it’s purely physical, right? No emotional attachment. I promise it won’t get in the way of work, you promise the same, and then we’re just two people playing outside of business hours, right?”
She shifted on the blanket, pushing to her knees and crawling closer until her nose was inches from his. “You’re really good at this negotiation stuff.”
He usually sucked at it. He was too straightforward for most people. He said what he wanted; they either said no or yes. “Honestly? You’re just really tempting motivation. Work’s done for the day. Are you interested in something extra-curricular?”
She trailed her fingers down his arm, nails brushing his knuckles. He bit back a groan at the light touch. Her voice was soft, but her eyes never left his when she said, “Definitely.”
He flipped his hand, loosely grasping her wrist and eliciting a gasp. Her skin was hot against his. He raised her fingers to his mouth, kissing each fingertip before moving to her palm and then her inner wrist. The faint flower of her perfume made his head swim, and her pulse against his lips was intoxicating.
His gaze met hers, and she gave him a shy smile. “Shouldn’t we go somewhere more private?”
He continued to kiss along her palm, replying between each peck. “If you’d prefer. But there’s no one around, so I don’t know if ‘more private’ exists.”
Kenzie shook her head and gave a small laugh. “You’ve got a point.”
Scott raised an eyebrow and gave her a crooked smile. “Too easy.” He might have been tempted to counter the obvious innuendo, but exploring more of the woman in front of him was far more appealing. He let go of her hand and shifted his weight to his knees. Crawling forward, he stopped when his nose was just inches from hers.
She sighed and tilted toward him. “But I’m not. That’s what this is about.”
He dipped his head toward her neck, mouth hovering millimeters from her skin but never touching it as he slid his lips up. His voice was low. “No, it’s not.”
She sighed and arched her back, pressing closer to the feather-light tease. “What’s it about, then?” she asked breathily.
His blood pressure screamed in response to the sensual movement, cock straining against his jeans. He brushed the outside edge of her ear, and she whimpered. Geez, that noise was enough to screw with a guy’s head. He whispered, “It’s about us, and how intensely I’d like to ravish you.”
Her light laugh faded into a moan when he traced his tongue up the curve of her neck. She rested her