“And that’s why you want to work with Titan?”
“Exactly. I could focus on what I’m good at, and she could focus on what she’s good at. Perfect match.”
It really was. “I’ll talk to her again.”
“You will?” she asked, that soft smile on her lips. “You’re really pushing for me, huh?”
“I’m not pushing for you—I’m pushing for her. She’s a very stubborn woman, and she doesn’t go back on her word. But I think she should reconsider this. I see the arrangement as nothing but a benefit to her.”
“That’s flattering.”
“You earned it.”
Her eyes fell again, softening in a vulnerable way. When she smiled, she was beautiful. But when she showed this expression, her true feelings, she was undeniably gorgeous.
My cock had hardened so many times that night I felt a little light-headed. My blood had been redirected to my cock on and off for several hours now—and I wasn’t even fucking. The teeth of my fly constantly bit into me, but my thickness was out of my control. This woman had a powerful grip on my dick—without even touching it.
She grabbed her glass and drank the remaining contents. Her lipstick prints were all over the edge now. She seemed to drink from a different spot every single time. She slowly set it down again then looked me in the eye. A long pause ensued, as if she were carefully considering what she was going to say before she said it.
Then she glanced down.
And looked right at the bulge in my slacks.
She lifted her gaze up to me again, her thick eyelashes shifting up as her gaze moved. Her green eyes were filled with confidence—and something else. “Is he like that all the time? Or is that just for me?”
I fought the smile that wanted to stretch across my lips. A shiver moved up my spine, and her directness burrowed under my skin. I was a confident man, and now I realized there was nothing sexier than a confident woman. I forgot to take a breath because I was stunned by her bluntness. She could mention my dick without even blushing, and she obviously wasn’t embarrassed to be caught looking. “It’s definitely you, sweetheart.” My eyes shifted to her mouth, and I wanted to kiss her right then and there. If that wasn’t an open invitation to make a move, I didn’t know what was. Women had been forward with me before, but never in such a sexy and potent way.
“Now, that is flattering.” She grabbed my scotch off the counter and downed the rest of it in a single gulp.
I watched her throat shift as she swallowed, imagining her swallowing something else.
She set the glass down, upside down. “My place or yours?”
My smoldering expression intensified at her cool confidence. She wanted me, and she wasn’t afraid to get right to the point. She flirted subtly with me, and then she made her intentions bluntly obvious. She could spend the night with any man she wanted—but she wanted me.
Fuck, that was sexy.
I liked a woman who took what she wanted.
And this woman did a perfect job of doing just that. “Depends. Who’s closer?”
We stepped inside my penthouse, the top floor of a building overlooking the river. I bought the property almost ten years ago as an investment, and after the economic change over the last decade, it had certainly paid off. But I hadn’t sold it because it was a rare piece of property. The view was spectacular, more spectacular than any other penthouse I’d been to.
She sauntered inside, gliding on her heels like she was elevated off the ground. Her eyes swept over my home, taking in the luxurious furniture, gorgeous rug, and the rest of the enormous living room. It was a ten-thousand-square-foot floor, and I had it all to myself. There were four bedrooms in the place, but I didn’t have guests very often. At least, not the kind that slept in a different room. She turned back to me when she was finished staring. “You have a nice place.”
“Thanks.” I slowly walked up to her, all of my restraints slashed away. She was only there for one reason, so I didn’t have to be a professional gentleman anymore. The only uncertainty I felt was her position. How would I take her?
My hands finally moved to her hips, feeling the curves through the soft fabric of her dress. Even in heels, she was much shorter than me. She was a petite woman, but I never viewed her as small. She had the kind of presence that filled every corner of the room.
My fingers felt the fabric in my fingertips, scrunching it up as I gripped her. I felt it slide against her soft skin, felt it against her tight stomach. Once that dress was gone, I knew she would be a beautiful sight to behold. Her olive skin and her sexy curves would drive me crazier than I already was. “I know I should offer you a drink, but I don’t want to.” My face was close to hers, but I didn’t move in with a kiss. I glanced at her plump lips, fantasizing how they would feel against my mouth. The longer I built the anticipation, the better it would feel.
“I don’t want a drink.” Her hands were pressed to my chest, and they slowly migrated down, over the muscular grooves of my stomach and to my belt. She felt the leather before she moved farther south. While holding my gaze, she placed her fingers over the bulge in my slacks.
I stopped breathing once I felt her fingers against my hard shaft.
She traced the outline with her fingertips, measuring it from the base to the tip. My cock stretched up my slacks at an angle, moving to my opposite hip because there wasn’t enough room vertically. I knew I was particularly well-endowed downstairs. I had a cock built to fuck. She glided her palm
