“Company?” she says, laughing. “Aren’t I more like a temporary lodger?”
But there’s a shaky quality to the laugh.
Winter’s too perceptive not to sense the carnal need rising in me. I can see it in her stark green eyes.
They glimmer as the realization hits her, but then something holds her back, something tugging at her and telling her it can’t be true.
My belly drops when it hits me.
She doesn’t think I’d want her.
I almost let out a roar, the idea is so absurd. She’s a queen, a prize, a child bearing goddess and the idea that there exists a man on this planet who would be too good for her is a goddamn joke.
I stalk across the room and stand close to her, so close that I can dimly hear the hiss of the blizzard even through the sound-proofed glass. Her cheeks blossom red as she gazes up at me, biting her bottom lip, a picture of desire made flesh.
“Um, am I in the way?” she asks, with that same unsure peal of laughter.
“No,” I growl. “You’re right where you need to be. You’re perfect, Winter.”
Her mouth falls open in shock.
I take my chance.
A gentleman wouldn’t do what I’m about to do, but there’s something about Winter that turns me full on possessive savage.
I grab her by the shoulders and push her up against the reinforced glass, holding her there for a fraction of a moment, staring into her eyes as she gazes back at me, her lips quivering, her eyes disbelieving.
“I’ve wanted to do this all fucking day,” I growl.
I lean forward and crash my lips against hers, pressing my body against hers, feeling the way her breasts flatten against me and her body tenses.
And then she relaxes into the kiss, and I smooth my hands down her body, my manhood becoming fire-hot, as I slide them over her curvy hips and then down to her ass.
Fuck.
Her ass feels as voluptuous as it looks, so squeezable I know I could spend several hours on her ass cheeks alone. I could strip her bare and massage oil into them, and then slowly slide my fingers between them and find her hole, my eyes locked on those perfect, smooth, round globes.
She groans as I push her cheeks together, opening her mouth and letting out a muffled whimper as our tongues meet in a sultry flare of sensation.
Chapter Five
Winter
There’s a small part of me that’s stunned I’m kissing Wayne Wakefield, CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world.
I know that he’s a billionaire, one of the richest and most powerful men alive.
I know there have been whispers about him entering politics.
I know that kissing him is a big deal, and that there are a lot of people who would see this as their meal ticket to wealth.
But the thing is my mind doesn’t hone down on that.
My mind spirals into the kiss, savoring the roughness of his tongue, the way his lips captivate and guide mine.
I feel my body pressing against his, my nipples pricking and getting hard. The warmth of the room seems magical with the relative coolness of the glass against my back, and the blizzard just beyond it, so close and yet impossibly far away.
I hesitantly smooth my hands over his back, feeling the taut toughness of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. I feel his muscles pulsing and twitching as he grinds against me.
Oh, heck.
His manhood brushes against my belly, a solid outline in his pants, impossible to ignore.
My sex aches and twitches and something deep inside of me screams that this is right, this is so freaking right. Nerves try to invade the moment, warping the closeness and intimacy, but I force them back, batter them with desire-made hands.
Wayne breaks off the kiss and leans back, staring at me, his lips red from the searing contact.
“I need to taste your pussy,” he growls, sounding like a starving man who’s finally found a meal.
And I’m his meal.
Fuck, it feels beyond good when he gazes at me like that, pure animal attraction.
“T-taste?” I whisper.
Stop stuttering, a voice hisses in my mind. You sound like a dork.
Oh sassiness, where art thou when I really need you?
But my clit feels too tight and hot for me to let my sassy tongue flare.
The moment has me in its sinful, heavenly hands.
“Taste,” he confirms with a snarl.
I let out a squeal when, for the second time today, Wayne picks me up as though I weigh nothing. He floats me across the room and to the desk, setting me on the end away from the computer, pushing me softly so that I lie back with the wood resting against my shoulder blades.
The desk is so large, there’s more than enough room for me to lie back.
Warmth quivers all over my body as he grabs the sweatpants and starts peeling them down my legs. I glance down at him, his lips set firmly and his eyes fixated on my thighs as he reveals inch after inch of them.
I half expect him to turn away in disgust once he’s pulled them all the way off, leaving me in just my panties.
But instead of gagging at the sight of my shapely thighs, his eyes widen in hunger and he buries his hands in them, squeezing and rubbing. Tingles dance at his fingertips inches closer to my sex, closer, and then his fingers brush against my clit through my panties and I have to bite down before I let out a scream.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “When your body shakes like that, it drives me insane. I need to make you tremble until you can’t stop. I need to make you quiver so that your juices gush into my mouth. I need to fucking taste you.”
I gasp as he suddenly grabs my panties and wrenches them down.
He tosses them to the floor and then kneels down at the edge of the desk, pulling me toward him. I open my legs and hold them up, instinct guiding me, as though my womb is sending me silent instructions.
He kisses up my inner thigh, making beastly noises like a bear nuzzling his mate, growling and grunting and groaning as he gets closer to my bare sex.
And then he kisses my hole.
My whole body seizes up. I find myself clenching my fists so hard my nails bite into my palms. My legs quiver and then start to tremble like crazy as he drags his tongue up and down my lips.
“You smell fucking perfect,” he sighs, holding his face so close his breath paints hotly over my pussy, my soaked, needy pussy. “Better than any perfume. Better than any scented candle. You smell tangy and sweet, Winter.”
“It feels so good when you lick me like that,” I whisper shyly, hoping I don’t sound silly.
“Like this?” he growls.
He drags his tongue up my lips and then to my clit, and then – when I make a gasping high-pitched sound – he circles my clit faster and faster, brushing it, teasing it, dominating it.
“Y-yes,” I whimper. “Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes.”
He grips my thighs harder and then pushes his face right up against my hole.
He freaking consumes me.
He opens his mouth wide so that my entire pussy is in his mouth and then attacks my clit with his tongue as he kisses and sucks on my lips, all at the same time, an attack of sensation that causes my world to swirl like the blizzard outside.
The desk has turned into a magic carpet and I’m floating toward the ceiling, and then the wintry sky.
Suddenly, all my self-consciousness melts away and I’m free to just focus on the moment, on the way his tongue scorches against my clit, setting it ablaze.