She flipped the magazine closed and turned to him defensively, her gray eyes sparkling in defiance.
“Exactly what do you want to know, Sax?” she asked him. “And why all the questions?”
God he loved it when her eyes went hot like that. Anger and passion and complete female stubbornness mixed with arousal. It was invigorating, energizing. It was making him so f**king horny he couldn’t breathe.
“Does everything have to be a test?” he growled back, coming out of his chair and stalking across the room. “Maybe there are just things I want to know about you.”
“You should pretty much know everything by now,” she shot back, staring up at him as he towered over her. She didn’t jump to her feet to even out the distance or to assert her own control. She kept her seat, though she leaned back against the couch to keep the arch of her neck at a more comfortable angle. “It’s not as though we’ve just met.”
“And the more I think about it, the less I know,” he told her, frustration rising within him.
“And how many lovers I may or may not have had is important?” She arched her brow mockingly. “Fine, Sax, until you, there’s been no one since my divorce. Before my marriage there were two. I’m sexually inexperienced but not stupid. Anything else?”
“What the hell do you do all day besides flip through magazines and edit romances?” His c**k was steel-hard and driving him crazy with the need to f**k.
She smiled slowly, her eyelids drifting lower, giving her a mysterious, sensual look.
“Play with my favorite toys and fantasize about you,” she drawled. “What do you do when you’re home alone?”
The little liar. He could see the devilry in her gaze, the deliberate teasing in the way her tongue stroked slowly over her full, lower lip.
“Jack off and imagine your ass burning red,” he snarled, reaching down and pulling her to her feet. “I won’t let you hide from me forever, Marey.”
“But I’m not hiding anymore, Sax,” she reminded him, her hands moving up his chest, over his shoulders. “I’m right here where you can see me.”
God, she was a temptation. A sweet, beautiful little keg of dy***ite standing placidly in his arms. For now.
She shifted against him then, her lower stomach pressing against the hard ridge of his c**k as a light flush of arousal stained her cheeks.
“Are you finished working?”
His fingers burrowed in the soft weight of her hair as he held her still, watching the heat flame in her eyes.
“I’m finished,” he growled as he pulled at the silk he held, watching her eyelids drift lower as sensual weakness consumed her.
“We could go back to the house.” Her hands moved from his shoulders to his waist, gripping the flesh there as his head lowered to her cheek.
“I won’t make it to the house,” he told her roughly. “I want you here. Now.”
A low, aroused laugh came from her throat as she tilted her head back, allowing his lips to caress her neck.
“Trojans and their office sex. I’ve heard about that.”
“You hear too damned much. Those women have loose lips.” He nipped at her neck, imagining her stretched out on the leather sofa, naked and filled with his dick.
She gasped as his hands moved to her br**sts, cupping the delicate weight, his thumb and forefinger testing the hardness of her nipple through the soft silk blouse she wore. He was dying to get it in his mouth, to feel the sensitive nub growing harder as he sucked at it.
“You know too much about things you shouldn’t.” He nipped at her neck, feeling her shudder from the erotic little pain he delivered.
“Hmm, have to get my jollies somewhere,” she moaned as he licked at the soft flesh he had nipped.
Oh, he could give her jollies, he thought with a grimace of building lust, more jollies than she could have imagined.
As his lips moved to hers, taking her in a kiss that had them both moaning at the heated pleasure of it, his hands went to the small buttons of her shirt. He wanted her naked, wanted her wet, wild and screaming out her pleasure.
“You need to lock the door,” she gasped as the sides of her blouse fell apart and his lips wandered down her neck.
Her br**sts were swollen, flushed, her hard little ni**les poking against the lace of her bra as his lips drew closer.