The Tycoon's Seduction Plan Page 0,43

before,” he said, changing the subject, suddenly, inexplicably uncomfortable with her perceptiveness.

He watched the blush form on her porcelain cheeks and was intrigued. “Hmmm…” he mumbled, ready to solve the next mystery of his day. This one was much more interesting. “I think the lady has a secret. What on earth could it be?”

Standing I front of him now, knowing that seconds ago, he had been hurt by someone that he’d considered a friend, Lana felt selfish and somewhat out of place. Not to mention that, seeing where he worked and all of the trappings of his wealth, she realized that Victor was a much more powerful man than she’d previously thought. “I think I might have made a mistake,” she explained, starting to back up, wanting to run out of his office and start the evening over again.

He smiled, a completely different look than what had been on his face moments before. “Ah, the mystery increases. What would make a lovely, sexy woman become so nervous suddenly?” His eyes looked down at her trench coat, seeing her hands nervously tightening on the belt that kept the sides closed together. “What could possibly be underneath that coat that would make you so nervous?” he asked, his tone still teasing but his hands were holding her, not letting her escape at all.

Shaking her head, she looked up at him nervously as she tightened the belt of her coat. “I think I made a mistake,” she gasped and tried to step out of the circle of his arms. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t let her retreat so easily.

“What would you consider a mistake?” he asked, brushing her hands aside, growing more and more intrigued. His smile grew as he saw her cheeks redden even more.

“Victor, please, I think I’ll just step out of here and let you finish your work. We can talk later.”

He grinned wolfishly. “I’m finished. That last call sold off all the stock in the aggressor company.”

She blinked, startled that he had already done whatever he was going to do to the man who had dared to break into something he considered his. “You’re very possessive, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Very.” He pulled her closer, taking her hands and lifting them away from her belt and placing them out of the way onto his chest, exactly where he wanted them to be. “I protect what’s mine,” he said aggressively, his mouth dropping to cover her mouth, distracting her from retreat. His hands made quick work of the belt.

When Victor’s hands encountered skin instead of a silky dress, his mouth froze. Pulling back, he looked down into Lana’s eyes and saw her shy smile and the pink stealing into her cheeks. He looked lower and inhaled sharply. She wasn’t wearing anything but little pieces of black lace holding up her beautiful breasts. His body, already aching for her, became uncontrollable.

“You’re beautiful,” he groaned, his eyes still taking in her figure. His eyes were now traveling down over her stomach to the garter belt and stockings, his head shaking back and forth as he absorbed all of this. “You didn’t come here just to deliver the cookies,” he said as if to himself.

His eyes traveled back up to her face and he captured her wary expression with his heated gaze. “Lana…” he started to say but he couldn’t form the words. She was so lovely and painfully shy right now as she tried to become the seductress. He wasn’t sure if he was more turned on by her bravery or the outfit but he didn’t care at that moment. All he could think about was sinking into her silky heat. His hands grabbed her by the waist, conscious thought gone now and only instinct and the need for relief from this insanity that had gripped him were the driving force. He settled her onto his desk and leaned forward, his arm holding her up as his mouth covered her breast through the black lace. He heard her cry of pleasure but couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t slow down. He was too turned on.

His fingers tore off the scrap of lace covering her core and his fingers moved her legs apart. When his finger slid inside her, he had to close his eyes in order to regain a measure of control. But her body moving against him, her breath against his neck and her soft little mummers of pleasure took him over the edge. Moving quickly, he adjusted his clothing and, within moments, sunk into her,