Conflict of Interest - By Allyson Lindt Page 0,69

holding her close. He broke away, but didn’t let her go, eyes dark and holding her captive.

She pressed closer. “So you rich boys really do get room service?”

He tightened his grip on her waist. “I thought I’d cook for you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You cook?”

“You learn to make do when the only thing you can afford is flour, water, and ramen. Nothing impressive. Just pizza.”

“Candlelit dinner with homemade pizza. Only you.” She loved the idea. But the air smelled distinctly unlike baking food. “You haven’t cooked it yet.”

He grazed his teeth over her shoulder. “It’s in the fridge. I didn’t know if you’d actually come with me.”

He was just as uncertain about the entire thing as she was. She intertwined her fingers behind his head and rested her hands against the back of his neck. Her pulse screamed, need pouring through her and reflecting his expression. “So, dinner can wait?”

His voice was deep, desperate. “What did you have in mind?”

She trailed a finger up his chest and brushed it across his lips before following with her own. “Guess.”

He dipped quickly, his other arm wrapping around her knees and lifting her off her feet. She gasped as her world shifted and tightened her grip around his neck, resting her head on his chest.

With just a few steps, he crossed the room, pushed into his bedroom, and set her gently on the bed.

She lay back, propped up on her elbows. “What would you have done if I said no?”

He hovered over her, one hand on either side of her head, legs straddling hers. “I hadn’t thought that far. It hurt too much.” He dipped his head, lips grazing her neck. “But you still have a chance to back out.” His words vibrated against her skin.

She arched her back, sighing at his touch. “I’m good here, thanks.”

Chapter 21

He rolled to one side, mouth still exploring her neck and throat, and his free hand dropped to her waist. He pushed her shirt aside enough to rest his fingers on her bare hip. “I’m not sure I remember how to do this.”

She snickered. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

His hand glided up her side, thumb on her stomach and then brushing the bottom of her breast.

She whimpered and arched her back.

“You know.” His breath was warm against her skin. “Private place, both of us in the same bed, no timers or threat of interruption.”

She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply, gasping when they broke apart. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You’re creative and resourceful.”

He trailed his mouth down her throat again and then pushed her shirt up, lips soft against her stomach. He followed a trail back up her bare chest, feather light kisses drawing a random pattern.

She let out a tiny sigh, the almost ticklish sensation making her lightheaded.

He kissed the bottom of one breast and then the other, moving back and forth until he reached a nipple. She inhaled sharply when his tongue flicked over one nub before taking it into his mouth.

He sucked and nibbled, and she squirmed closer, currents of enjoyment rippling through her like that single spot was attached to a string connected to every other erogenous zone on her body.

He sought out the other one with his hand, kneading the fleshy mound, the pad of his thumb brushing the swollen flesh.

She gasped under the attention but wanted more. Nudging his shoulder, she pushed him onto his back and then rolled so she was straddling him. His eyes raked over her appreciatively, smile widening when she pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside.

His hands glided up her sides, cupping her breasts again, pinching and pulling her nipples.

She whimpered and ground against him, his excitement pressing back through slacks and sweats. Sliding down his body, she undid each button on her way, pushing his shirt aside as her mouth explored his chest, his stomach, until she reached his waist.

He groaned when her fingers slid under his waistband. She raked her palms over his skin as she yanked off his pants and boxers, exploring every inch of his upper thighs except the eight or so begging for her attention.

His breathing grew more jagged, catching every time she drew closer. She stepped off the bed long enough to drop the rest of her clothes to the floor.

He propped himself up, eyes raking over her in appreciation. “You’re so beautiful.”

The compliment warmed her as much as his gaze did, heat flooding every inch of her.

He sat on