Her Cocky Client (Insta-Love on the Run Book 5) Page 4

  I turn and start walking, and smile at the sound of her footsteps behind me.

  In my suite, I take Lily’s coat and suitcase, and point to the living room so she can get settled in, while I put her things away. A part of me mentally prepares for her objections to the offer I’m about to make. I don’t expect a simple yes from this woman, and I’m even less prepared for her to be standing at my bedroom door. Clearly she does not take instructions well.

  Fuck, can I complain this time?

  I stalk over to her, hard and ready as I pick her up and carry her the rest of the way to my bed. Our conversation is forgotten. What I need it to have her under me, to get inside of her, and to fuck her till she forgets her own name. I’m mildly annoyed that this is yet another time I have to tear at her clothes when we could have been naked or wearing robes this time around. If I keep having to do this, she may have nothing but ripped up rags to go home with.

  Now there’s an idea.

  We don’t stop until we’re both completely naked.

  I pull her to sit on top of me and part her legs to straddle my thighs. My hands massage her generous breasts, relishing the hard points between my fingers. Lily moans. She arches her back, pressing her breasts further into my hands. I massage and knead her flesh, but I’m greedy to suck and taste and bury my face in her cleavage. Sitting up, I wrap my lips around one nipple, then the other. The wait has been too long, because I suck against each one and precum spills from my cock between her legs.

  I need a condom. Fast.

  Releasing her nipple, I toss her onto the bed to get myself ready.

  “You’d follow me to the Holiday Inn,” she says out of nowhere as I get the condom from the pocket of my slacks.

  I look over at her. She’s relaxing on my bed, waiting for me with her hair half covering her face and her hips cocked jauntily in my direction. The only way this image can be any more perfect is if she’s in my real bed. The empty one waiting for me in Silicon Valley.

  Returning to bed, I climb on top of her, bracketing her in.

  “You wouldn’t like me too much if I did,” I tell her, brushing the hair from her face.

  “Is it because you’re too full of yourself to go after a woman?”

  I shake my head. “That’s not it.”

  “What then?”

  I bury my hands into her hair and grip a fistful, twisting and pulling the slightest amount. Her lips open in a soundless cry. Her breathing picks up its pace. “Because, I’d have to punish you. Trust me, you haven’t known pain yet, Miss Henderson.”

  Excitement flashes in her lust-filled eyes.

  I chuckle. She wants to hate me, and yet just like the expression on her face right now, her body tells me another story. She wants to know. To test her limits.

  Or mine.

  She twists to get out from my grip on her hair. I release her hair, but I don’t move away. I want to devour and worship this woman at the same time, to control her and still see that spark in her eyes, and most of all, I’m ready to fuck that cocky little attitude right out of her.

  “Get on your back,” I tell her. She glowers at me. I shoot her a warning glance. She obeys, just like she really wants to. “Spread your legs wide. Show me how wet you are for me.”

  “You’re joking,” she murmurs, but her cheeks flush and her breasts heave with each new inhale and exhale.

  I believe she likes the idea, so I wait. A few seconds pass. Smiling, she takes hold of her thighs and pushes them apart to reveal her pink folds as they spread, glistening with her slickness. I run my finger down her opening, eyes locked with her as I slide along her wet folds and then place my finger into my mouth. Lily watches me, her eyes dancing as I suck her sweet taste.

  “I think you’re ready for me,” I whisper.

  She bites her bottom lip. I get the condom on, part her legs and hold the base of my dick in one hand. Her eyes fall to my length and her lips part slightly.

  “Look at me,” I say. “Here. In my eyes.”

  Her pupils slowly lift. The instant they lock onto mine, I lower myself and thrust into her, grabbing her ankles in my hands. Breathy, uneven whimpers leave her between each thrust. As her eyes begin to fall closed, I slow down, twisting my hips and driving up into her sweet spot.

  “Keep them open,” I tell her.

  Her lashes flutter open. “Why?” she moans with a hitch of breath. The force of my thrusts shifts her up the bed with every stroke, bouncing her perfect tits up and down.

  I grin wickedly. “Do you really want me to stop?” I circle my thumb around her clit as I wait. “You didn’t answer me,” I say.

  “N-no. Don’t stop.”

  I keep my thumb on her mound as I sink into her. Her pussy clenches tight around me, dragging me deeper into her. I unleash everything I’ve got and she shakes, crying out my name as she comes. If only she knew the effect she has on me by uttering my name from her pouty lips.

  I pull out of her, and she finds some hidden reserve of energy. Lily sits up, rotates her body so her legs are on the pillow, and floats forward to my groin. I could stop her, but her eyes look at my dick with reverence. She removes the condom effortlessly. After a momentary assessment, she licks her lips, opens her mouth, and takes my cock head deep into her throat.

  “Fuck,” I hiss.

  My eyes close on their own, and my head falls back. She alternates licking and sucking, cupping my balls, massaging and teasing them against my body. Pleasure bunches in me. I won’t last long now, not after being inside of her. Gripping Lily’s hair, I drive into her mouth for several more pumps. I can’t ignore what we do to each other. As I look down to gaze upon her, she tightens her hand around my balls, increasing the pressure to the point where I can’t hold back. I cum hard into her mouth, groaning as she greedily swallows it all down.

  I release her head and pull her into bed beside me. She relaxes for a few minutes, but soon, we’re back to where we were again.

  Chapter 8

  Lily

  “You’re not leaving again.” Nick climbs off the bed and stops me from getting dressed. “I’ll get you a robe. Feel like a drink?”

  I plant my feet on the floor and reach to pick up my shirt. He folds his arms across his chest, daring me to defy him. I think about arguing, about doing the same thing I did the last two times. Fuck and run. It’s simple.

  So why don’t I leave this time?

  “Fine,” I grumble.

  “That’s better… makes it easier.”

  “Makes what easier?”

  “Letting you suck me dry, again.”

  I pull at my hair. That’s on me.

  He leaves for the kitchen section of his suite, and on his return with a bottle of wine and an opener, he plunks down on the bed next to me. “How crazy would it sound if I told you I don’t believe we’re not really competitors for Tapped?”

  Anger starts to flit across her face. “This again?”

  “Will you relax and listen for a second? Or do I have to have this conversation while I’m fucking your brains out? It can be arranged, just so you know.”

  “Go ahead.”

  He turns to look at me, working at the label on the bottle while he talks.

  “We should work together.”

  I sputter. My attempt at talking turning into a laugh. “Us?”

  He nods.

  I study Nick for a moment, trying to figure out if he’s being straight with me or not. “You and I?”

  “Yes.”

  I let out a breath. “Look, we’ve had a lot of fun today, but this wasn’t supposed to go beyond the first time at my front door. Whatever you’re thinking about from a project perspective, well, it’s already a bad idea…mostly because we don’t exactly get along.”

  “Yes, especially as you’re quick to judge and slow to listen.”

  I square my shoulders. “And you’re an arrogant ass who expects the world to just be handed to him! In fact, you had such a good time with me that you’re just t
rying to figure out a way to take me with you, like some trinket you’d pick up at the souvenir shop.”

  His nostrils flare. I’ve hit a sore spot. “I have my flaws. Maybe they include wanting to get to know you better, and possibly showing you a few things.”

  I grind my teeth and look away.

  “You act like you want to matter, but the truth is you’ve been selling yourself short since you left each of the big four consulting firms.”

  “Okay. Fine. We both have flaws.” I let my eyes slip back to his. “But what are you proposing, exactly?”

  “This.” He pops the champagne. White froth bursts from its lip, overflowing and headed for the carpet. Snatching up a wine glass from the counter, he catches the sweet bubbly liquid just in time. “Let’s put our meetings with Tapped on hold and design something together.”

  My brows knit together. “I don’t know.”

  It sounds too good to be true. Working with a top seed company like Nick’s can position me for bigger, better projects later on. Still, there are just too many questions.

  He fills up two cups and brings them back to the bed. “What do you need to know to be as decisive as when you invited me back to your room earlier?”

  “Please tell me you’re not seriously comparing sleeping with you one time with working with you for as long as a year. Are you?”

  “How is it any different from what you were expecting from Tapped today?”

  I slowly take the cup offered to me. “Us. Our dynamic. I mean, how are we supposed to get past it?”

  Nick takes a drink of champagne. “More touching and less talking.”

  I groan. “I’m being serious.”

  “So am I. You won’t work directly with me. I’m more hands-on in business development. Which is why you can help on the software development side.”

  “I think I get it, but honestly, it already sounds complicated.”

  “What part?”

  “Working for you by day and letting you rule me at night.”

  He grins. “We have a connection. A synergy.”

  I gnaw on my bottom lip. “True…in the bedroom. Tell me precisely why you believe that my working for you, benefits you at all. And I’m talking about your company.”

  Nick is quiet for a minute. Either he’s thinking really hard or he has no answer and is about to retract his offer altogether. I really hope it’s not the latter. “Easy,” he finally says. “You have fresh ideas and experience with project management in traditional firms. I have insider experience.”

  I take a drink of champagne. Can partnering with him actually work? Business and pleasure together? It sounds messy.

  “Can I think about it? Say, over the holidays. But I’ll let you know right after New Years. You won’t have to wonder about my decision for too long.”

  He smiles. “Definitely. If you’d like, I’ll fly you out to our offices to meet some of my team before you decide.”

  “We’re going to have to keep things professional between us.”

  He shakes his head. “Not gonna happen.”

  Does this guy ever listen to reason? “You’re offering me a position that’s conditional on my sleeping with you.”

  Nick laughs. “No. I’m offering you a private contractor agreement, first of all. You’ll work for yourself, not as my employee. And yes, I’ll work hard to keep you…with perks I can only give you from my bed.”

  I tap my finger against my cup and think about it some more. It’s bound to fail. Never mind that he has made a memorable impression on my womb.

  My mouth twists. “Is Tapped your end game at all?”

  He nods. “That’s the question I was waiting for.”

  “Okay, is it, or isn’t it? All this roundabout cryptic-speak is making me dizzy.”

  “Here’s what I suggest. Fly back with me. Meet my team. We’ll flesh out the details after Christmas. You can decide then.”

  The offer sounds good. Excellent.

  Now I’m really excited. “You think we can do it? Get Tapped?”

  Nick raises his cup. “They’re the tip of the iceberg but yes.”

  I knock my plastic cup against his. “Deal. I’ll come check it out.”

  His grin lifts. “And here I thought you’d need to sleep on it.”

  “Sleep on a non-decision?” I slide up his leg and let it come to rest on his cock. “I thought you’d much prefer for me to sleep on this.”

  He’s on me again, dragging me down into the perfect push and pull, pleasure and pain mess that’s the two of us.

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