Absolute Trust - Jeana E. Mann Page 0,10
abdomen and muscular thighs inspire me to abandon the search for a moment. He stops in the center of the room. His gaze locks with mine. My tummy does a backflip. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re so beautiful.” The roughness in his voice suggests an emotion he can’t express with words. That break in his baritone gives me hope.
I trail a fingertip over the chain of the necklace, teasing him. “Are you complimenting me, Cash Delacorte? I’m not sure what to say.”
“Say thanks.” He bends, picks up my dress, and drops it on my lap. His fingers dig into the hair at the nape of my neck, guiding my face up to his for a kiss. A kiss so tender and gentle that my desire begins to resurrect.
“Thank you.”
He brushes a hand over my cheek, along my jaw. “I’d like to do that again, but we should get out of here.” His attention turns to his clothing. He steps into his boxers then his pants.
God help me, I want more. More of his hot kisses. More of his long fingers. More of his enormous cock. And why not? He’s obviously into me. The sex is amazing. We’re both adults. There’s no reason that prevents us from carrying on a sexual relationship separate from the conflict of our professional lives. “We can go to my place.”
His smile returns. “I’m down for it.”
I slide the dress over my head and shimmy it down the length of my torso, tugging until the stretchy fabric is in place. When I glance up at him, he’s frozen in place, watching me, the open placket of his dress shirt framing his broad chest. Unapologetic lust flares in his expression. He rubs the back of his neck where the belt has left red, angry marks. The heat of mortification races up my neck. I did that to him. And he liked it. The realization excites me. We’re more alike than I ever anticipated. “What if I said I can’t get enough of you?”
“I’d say that makes two of us.” Two of his long strides bring us nose to nose. I could stare into those liquid brown eyes for hours without getting tired. He traces a fingertip down the side of my face. “Business first.” He envelops my hands in his. “Will you run this place for me, Jagger?”
“Are you using sex as a bargaining tool? I thought you were better than that.” I can’t help teasing him with his own words.
“I’m an opportunist. I use whatever tools are at my disposal. Something you should learn to do.” A self-deprecating smirk twists his mouth. “Say yes.”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” I remove my hands from his grip to straighten his collar. He lets me work, his gaze following every movement. Obedient Cash is more of a turn on than Domineering Cash, and that’s saying a lot. He could yank away my control without warning, but he chooses to submit because he wants this as much as I do. The subtle shift of power makes me dizzy. “Are you going to get the FBI off my back.”
The smile fades from his lips. “They have nothing on you or they would’ve arrested you. It was a fishing expedition. Nothing more.”
“Easy for you to say. They weren’t making threats in your living room.”
He’s silent. A mask of indifference shields his thoughts. Without warning, he’s shifted into his ruthless gang leader persona. “If you’re going to succeed in this business, you need to be able to handle the heat.”
“Spoken like a true dick.” My temper ignites. I smooth the hair away from my face. I should’ve known better than to fall for his kisses and smooth words. “Let’s go.”
“Wait.” After a lengthy exhale, he rubs the back of his neck, like he’s fighting an inner demon. His features relax. “If you’re that concerned, I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” The fire cools in my veins. His respect for my concerns is welcome yet surprising. “That’s all I’m asking.”
“Will you come work for me?” With his hand on the small of my back, he ushers me toward the back door. I like his hand there, the way he claims me. His touch resurrects the war between my head and my body. I don’t want to trust him, but I definitely want him between my legs again. “Come on. Say yes. You know you want to.”
“I want sixty percent.”
“Fifty.” He captures my hands again and gives each set