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nipped at her breast through the silk of her blouse, she couldn’t hold back the scream of need. Her hands dove into his hair, holding him in place while he brought her body higher.

She shifted on his lap, smiling when she heard his groan but then he moved to her other breast and she closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

She was startled when he stopped. Looking around, she suddenly realized that they were stopped in front of a tall, high-rise building with a doorman coming towards them.

“Oh!” she gasped and slipped off of his lap, smoothing down her tight skirt quickly and trying to button her jacket with shaking fingers. It wouldn’t do for this stranger to see the spots on her silk blouse where Emerson’s mouth had been.

And Emerson didn’t help much either. He just sat there and she could feel his amusement as he looked down at her.

Emerson waited for Rachel to pull herself together, relieved that he could still have that kind of an impact on her. Throughout the day, he’d watched her during their meetings, gauging how much she was absorbing versus the important points she might be missing while frantically taking notes. When she’d put her clothes back in order, he smiled and signaled to the doorman. “Good evening, Mr. Watson,” the doorman said as soon as they stepped out.

“Good evening, George,” Emerson said smoothly, buttoning his own jacket as he stepped out beside Rachel. “This is Rachel Ward and she’ll be staying with me for a while.”

“Very good, sir,” the doorman said swiftly, bowing as he pushed the limousine door closed. He then hurried to the front door of the building to hold that one open.

Rachel didn’t understand what was going on, but she hurried after Emerson, her body still shaking from his touch a moment ago. When he stepped into a waiting elevator, she followed, but couldn’t ask him any questions since he was on the phone with someone.

When the elevator doors opened up, her mouth dropped open with the opulence of the decor in front of her.

Emerson didn’t even blink but stepped forward and walked towards the massive living room. There was a huge sectional that sat in front of a stone fireplace, beyond which was the Manhattan skyline that could be viewed from the floor to ceiling windows. It was spectacular!

“Where are we?” she gasped, feeling numb as she twirled around.

He went through the cards that had been set out on the marble topped table, then tossed them down as if they were uninteresting. He glanced at the latest text message that came in front his phone while, chuckling at whatever it said, then turned to face her. “This is where I live when I’m in New York,” he explained, slipping the phone back into his breast pocket.

She took in the industrial-style staircase off to the side and the elaborate dining room table on the other side of the room that could easily seat seven or eight people on each side. “You’re kidding, right?”

“About what?” he asked, taking her hand and pulling her along down a black and white parquet hallway.

“About all this,” she said, gesturing to the place that was enormous. “Does it take up the whole floor?”

“I have the top four floors,” he told her as he led her into a large master bedroom. “I believe my housekeeper put your clothes for tonight in that closet,” he said, placing her in front of a set of double doors. From behind her, he lifted the leather bag off of her shoulder and dumped it onto the floor by the bed. “Want some help getting ready?” he asked, his long, strong arms reaching around her so he could unbutton the jacket she’d so recently buttoned. He slipped it off her shoulders as well, then started on the zipper to her skirt.

She suddenly realized what was happening and spun around. “What are you doing?” she gasped, so confused and overwhelmed she didn’t know which was right and left.

He smiled slightly, looking down into her pretty green eyes. “I’m helping you undress,” he replied as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. “We have several parties to attend tonight.”

She shivered as his hands touched her skin but she shook her head, grabbing his wrists. “Tonight?” she asked, wishing she could just sink into that bed behind him and sleep for the next ten hours.

He raised one dark eyebrow. “The gala and the dinner party,” he