She nodded. "He wanted me to know beforehand that my temporary transfer had been approved."

His gaze narrowed. "I haven't heard anything about this."

"Which is only natural?" Considering the number of individuals Simonides Inc. employed, his desk would be drowning with unnecessary paperwork if he had to be informed of every single transfer request in their workplace.

"It's a project-based thing," Pippi felt obliged to add with his silence, "and I'll be under the direct supervision of the marketing VP..."

Acheron stiffened. "Do you mean Gareth Evans?"

"Umm, yes. Do you know—-Acheron!"His name came out in startled protest as he pulled her across the backseat and she suddenly found herself straddling the billionaire. "What do you think you're doing?' she hissed.

"Doing something more preferable to listening to you talk about another man."

"I wasn't—-"

"You are."

Oh God, it was that voice of his again.

"And I don't like it."

Rough, deep, and low, the sound so sexy Pippi was terrified of how easy it could have her do any of his bidding...like now.

He had taken hold of her hand, and she could only watch with helpless fascination as he slowly brought one finger to his lips.

And thenithappened, his tongue circling her finger just before he started to suck, and her body melted.

"Acheron."Her voice shook. "P-Please."But he just kept doing it, and she just kept melting. "W-We're not alone—-"

"But we might as well be, and you know it."

Yes, yes, she did. Oh, she so did. Wickham was Wickham, and he would always be the soul of discretion. But even so...

"Don't you?"

Pippi's breath caught at the devilish look in his eyes.

Omigodomigodomigod.

That look was just like before, too, and her toes curled, her insides turning into mush at the way Acheron made absolutely no attempt to hide the carnal nature of his thoughts. The blasted man was thinking of all the ways he could eat her -—

And you can let him do just that,an insidious voice slithered in her ears to whisper,because this time is different.

This time, all the rules had been clearly laid out. This time, there were no risks, no reason for her conscience to balk. This time, she really could just let him...eat her.

"What is it going to be then, Ms. Jones?"

The question had Pippi unconsciously wetting her lips, not knowing that doing so would seal her fate. With her mind too busy wrestling for control, she missed the way the sight of her tongue tip tracing her lips had turned Acheron's midnight gaze into black fire.

"I..." She was torn, and with her lips feeling too cracked and dry, she unthinkingly wetted them again.

"Too late," he growled.

She looked up in confusion, unsure of what she had heard. "What did you s—-" His mouth swooped down, Acheron taking the decision away from her, and she realized in a flash that this was what he meant.

Too late.

She could almost imagine hearing a sultry laugh playing out in her mind, coming from an inner nympho that she had never known she possessed until Acheron's seductive touch had lured it to life.