Taking On The Billionaire (Redhawk Reunion #1) - Robin Covington Page 0,14

compelled to decipher, an indulgence that he would allow himself for once. For tonight.

“I’ll never regret that kiss. The question is what we do next.” Adam snaked his hands around her waist, pulling her lush body against his for the first time outside of his fantasies. Tess fit against him perfectly, her full breasts pressing against his chest, her long legs entwined with his, her hips cradling his hard length with heat that tempted him to strip her down and move on from kisses to something more. “I’ll make it clear what I want.”

“I’ll add that you are direct to that list of things I know about you,” Tess said, her fingers warm against his chest, her hips bucking against his own as she gave him a mischievous smirk. “But I think I know what you want.”

Adam chuckled, his grip tightening on her hips to keep her from moving. If she kept that up, he’d bend her over the desk and make a mess of her and the files strewn across the surface. But he had somewhere to go and something to do.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss against her temple, groaning again when she wiggled against him. “I just want to be clear because we are working together. It could get complicated.”

“Adam, it won’t get complicated,” Tess said with conviction as she unwound herself from his grip, her hands moving to fix her hair and straighten her suit as she rounded to the other side of the desk. He wanted to pull her back into his arms but this was a conversation they probably needed to have with some acreage between them. “You don’t do complicated. You do sex. Great sex. You do clear rules and parameters with your bed partners and nothing that lasts over a couple of months. They don’t leave happy but they do leave knowing that you were honest with them.”

Tess held her hands out in a “how did I do?” gesture and Adam let out a harsh breath of shock. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised at her information. He’d hired her because she was good at what she did and his sex life wasn’t something he spoke about but it wasn’t a secret in the small community of Silicon Valley. In the end, it was relief that settled low in his belly, relief that whatever they decided tonight, they would be on the same page.

But he didn’t have to have a full dossier on her to understand her.

“I could say the same thing about you, Tess. No long-term relationships for you. No strings.” When she raised an eyebrow and put her hand on her cocked hip, he bit back a laugh. Bull’s-eye for him. Adam strode around the desk, moving slowly toward the very kissable and very tempting woman he desperately hoped would accept what he could offer. “So, are we on? No strings? Nothing serious? I have enough serious in my life. Hundreds of employees that depend on me and a new family that I have no clue how to navigate.”

“And when the job is over?”

He nodded, reaching out to wrap an arm around her waist to pull her close. “When the job is over, it’s over. Can you live with that, Tess Lynch?”

Tess stared at him, her green-gold eyes shrewd but lit with heat that gave away what her answer was going to be. She wasn’t a woman to back down from what she desired and she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“I can live with that, Adam Redhawk.”

Adam laughed, leaning in to brush a swift kiss against her mouth before checking his watch.

Tess glared, glancing down at his watch. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

“Yeah.” Until tonight, he’d never regretted his second Tuesday of the month plans in his life. But he didn’t want to let Tess go. Not yet. She was clearly up for propositions tonight and maybe she’d go for another. “Have you ever been a groupie?”

Six

Tess added “owning a motorcycle” to her bucket list.

She loved the hum of an engine and hot metal in between her legs as she sped down the road with nothing between her and high-speed danger. It was a thrill that couldn’t be rivaled by many things. Sex, great sex, was one of those things but the instances of that kind of sex she’d had in her lifetime didn’t outnumber the fingers on her right hand.

The hand currently settled over Adam’s heart and gripping his tight, black T-shirt