Landon steers me into an enormous corner office. The massive room would be more appropriately termed a suite. Windows cover two walls from floor to ceiling. My feet automatically take me to the center point. I press my hands flat to the glass, absorbing the cityscape spreading in each direction.
His footsteps clip just behind me, announcing his approach. “What do you think?”
“The view is incredible.” And it truly is. The river and lake are both visible, highlighting the crowded metropolis far below.
“Do you believe me now?” There’s no missing his cocky lilt.
I roll my eyes at the mesmerizing scene. “This is just one thing.”
He erases another foot separating us. “Would you be interested in receiving a preview of what’s to come?”
“An advance perk? I agreed to go along with your flow.”
Landon’s hidden meaning doesn’t register until he presses against me, eliminating the distance between our bodies. “I was hoping you’d be open to exploring more secretive avenues.”
I startle at his touch. “Someone’s being forward this morning.”
His hand remains planted on my hip. “Too much?”
“That depends on how far you’re expecting to go.”
“You wanted the full package deal.”
“I wasn’t aware that sexual favors are listed on the menu.”
“You can come in my mouth purely for the sake of accepting release.”
When he puts these seductively charged phrases so eloquently, it’s hard to resist. What’s the real harm in letting him kneel before me and worship my body? It’s difficult to conjure any objections to the arousing visual that creates.
“That does sound appealing.” Am I really considering this? Yes, I sure am.
“Just a taste.” He rocks his hardening length against my ass.
I turn in his hold, looping my arms around his neck. “Keep talking.”
Landon traces a path down my cheek with his nose, inhaling along the way. “I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
A knot gets stuck in my throat at the picture he’s describing. I swallow the smoke rising from my pebbling skin. Landon might be the villain in this story, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy an orgasm or two. Accepting pleasure from him isn’t surrendering. Rules and boundaries don’t need to be slapped down. We’ve already blurred the lines. Another nibble won’t hurt me.
“That could be arranged.” My voice is husky, betraying the quiver that’s hypnotizing my lower half.
“No one will dare to interrupt us.” His assurance isn’t necessary.
A quirked brow meets his confident smirk. “I can imagine the wrath anyone foolish enough to stride through that door would face.”
“The penalty is steep.” He holds out a palm to me. “Come here.”
I snap my attention to his proffered gesture. His hands are strong and powerful, thick in ways I imagine will work well in my favor. A contradiction to his life as a billionaire executive. Callouses litter the base of his fingers. There are several scars too. He’s not flawless. I’m not sure he pretends to be. The sight suggests he doesn’t mind getting rough and dirty. Why does that visual turn me on?
A snarky retort claws at me, but I wrestle it into submission. “That better be an innuendo.”
Landon’s expression is smoldering. Those brown depths captivate me as I shed the last of my hesitation. I slip my hand into his, letting him lead me to the leather chair that’s angled toward us from behind a huge desk. A person could easily sleep underneath this behemoth without being noticed.
With a hand to my shoulder, he instructs me to sit. “I’d like to spoil my appetite by having dessert first. Would that be okay with you?”
Fiery heat races up my neck as the steel ridge of his own excitement juts at me. “Someone is happy to see me.”
“Ignore that.” He tsks. “This is just about you.”
“Oh, I didn’t peg you for a selfless giver. You don’t expect anything in return?”
“Not yet.” He checks his watch. “We have all day—and night.”
“You’re making a lot of plans.”
“Do you want this with me?” He stands in front of me, ready to drop at my command.
I’ve never been one to shy away from my sexuality. Mature adults can fool around—without any strings attached—while maintaining a professional relationship. But this is Landon Winters I’m considering. He’s the bane of my existence. If I agree to this, our roles will shift into a more complicated maze. Gaining the upper hand will be that much harder. Weighing the decision while his gaze threatens to incinerate my clothes is proving to be futile. Regret can find me