The Other Side of Greed (The Seven Sins #5) - Lily Zante Page 0,70

OCD standards. I have her pressed up against the wall. “This isn’t me, sneaking around like a teen.”

It’s not me either.

This isn’t the first time she’s mentioned it. I press my forehead against hers. She’s right. I don’t do stuff like this.

Between the cold ice maiden that is Jessica, and Kyra, the unexpected temptress, it’s a wonder I can keep it together.

No sex in months has left me a starving, desperate wreck.

“We should get out of here,” I murmur against her lips. She’s sitting straddling me. This is taboo, and that’s why I’m addicted to her. That’s what I tell myself when I can’t reason or explain my actions.

I like being with her. I cherish our moments alone. I want more of her, and I am torn, because the man I was when she first met me is not the man I am now.

We have been meeting in secret, mostly in the storeroom, for the past few weeks. Like delinquents, making out, and stealing kisses when we can.

This can’t go on for much longer. I am the CEO of many companies, I own homes all over the world and have business interests in more industries than I can count. Snatching moments like this in a storeroom, or in the car, are beneath me.

But being with Kyra has the effect of changing my DNA. If I’m not careful, I’m in danger of losing who I am. And why I came here.

You don’t care, a tiny voice inside me whispers.

We can’t spend our lives making out in places and snatching any sliver of opportunity we get. I have wined and dined women on my private jet, in homes all over the world.

If I showed her who I am, she wouldn’t want to be with me. But she deserves better than to be creeping around, hiding from colleagues and snatching stolen moments of time. I want to be with her without worrying about getting caught.

I can’t invite her to my place without it ruining my cover. I am biding my time, waiting for the right time, because when it comes, when I tell her, she will hate me. Each moment I’m with her, I forget, and when we’re apart, I worry and know I should stop.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she says, her hand in mine, our fingers entwining. I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her fingers. “About relocating somewhere else.”

The muscle in my jaw flexes. “Move? To where?” I rest our entwined hands on my lap. A niggling, uneasy feeling is worming its way through my intestines. After what her ex did to her, I’m no better.

Maybe this is the moment when I come clean.

“Someplace else. Somewhere that has everything we need.”

I drop another kiss on her hand and it elicits a tiny laugh from her. It’s sweet and flowery, pure and clean, a far cry from Jessica’s cackle.

“Yeah?” At times like this I forgot the reason why I am here. Why I came here. This is going to get complicated. I will end up hurting her, and that’s not something I want to do willingly anymore.

“I worry about the building. I can’t afford to get the roof fixed, but I also can’t afford for anyone to get hurt or killed.”

“But you love this area, and your building isn’t falling apart.”

“Maybe relocating would be better. Maybe that chunk of plaster falling was a sign.”

An uncomfortable laugh leaves my lips. “A sign? What is this? Looking to the universe for answers?”

“Meeting you, that’s a sign.” Her eyes shimmer with happiness. “I hated you on first sight.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Her car isn’t the roomiest of places, but she fits snugly against me. My hands instinctively lift to her waist, then under her t-shirt and against her bare skin. This is a new move for us and it excites me. Any moment now, she’s going to feel my erection against her.

We smile at one another, and suddenly I don’t want her sitting on my lap, I want to be naked in bed, inside her. The thought makes me harden. As if she can read my mind, she leans forward and kisses me, her tongue sliding between the seam of my lips, teasing and seducing and torturing me. My hand slips up and cups her breast. I slide it under her bra, feel her nipple pebble against my thumb, standing up like a rosebud.

Her kiss deepens, her moan signaling her appreciation.

When she pulls away, her eyes are dark and shiny, her