Page 47 of Takeover

“Oh my God!” She dramatically lies on the couch and puts a hand to her forehead. “I didn’t think of any of that. Maybe we should keep this thing between us a secret.”

I grab her by the wrist and pull her back up. “My private life is private, not secret.” I pull her onto my lap, and she straddles me. The blanket dips, and I realize she’s still naked. My body automatically reacts. “Kiss me,” I say, looking up at her lips.

“You want a kiss?”

“I do.”

“Then take it.”

“Where are we?” she mumbles, but she closes her eyes and falls back asleep before I can answer.

My private elevator opens, and I step inside my penthouse and carry Tara directly to my bedroom. She mumbles some more as I undress her and tuck her into bed. She could probably use a shower, but she’s already snoring softly.

I peel off my clothes, step into the shower and let the hot water cleanse me of the last few hours. After Tara spent most of the afternoon sleeping, her sister called and asked her to go to a club. I got us VIP access to Manhattan’s most exclusive club, and we spent the last few hours drinking expensive champagne, exchanging stories, and dancing. Tara fell asleep as soon as we dropped Vickie home, and she has no idea she’s at my place right now.

Once I step out of the shower, I send Hunter an email with explicit instructions, then, suddenly exhausted, I dry off and climb into bed. Tara immediately snuggles into my side.

Hours later, my phone becomes alive with incoming texts and calls. Tara stirs in my arms and starts to groan.

“Make it shut up before I slam it against the wall,” she mumbles right before she sticks her head under a pillow. I slide out of the bed and grab the phone and my robe on the way out of the bedroom. It’s still early for a Sunday, but I know I won’t be able to fall back asleep. So, after the doorman drops off the stuff I ordered, I spend some time in my office getting ahead of Monday.

After a few hours of uninterrupted work, I get a text from Lindsay confirming she will drop Vincent off at noon. Soon after that, my phone rings again.

“Why am I locked in your bedroom?” Tara doesn’t bother with any greetings. Her voice still sounds hoarse from sleep. I can imagine her now. Her hair’s a mess and sticking out from all sides. She’s likely in the middle of the bed with the comforter wrapped around her.

“Locked in, Tara?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did lock me in. I know you’re up to something. Was it your plan to kidnap me?”

“I’d be doing the world a favor. Don’t give me any ideas.”

“How did we get here?”

“I brought you here last night after you fell asleep in the car. Earl can take you home in the morning after he drops me off at work.” I can hear her breathing through the phone.

“Fine, but if I’m going to be held here against my will, I’m going to need orgasms. Are you going to do the job, or…” She doesn’t finish her statement, but I’m instantly hard.

“Or what, Tara? Careful.”

“You don’t scare me, Bradford. Are you going to come in here and make my eyes roll to the back of my head, or do I have to do the job myself?”

“Can’t have a woman do a man’s job, Ms. Taylor. Hands off my pussy,” I warn. For the first time since I woke up this morning, I smile.

“I know you’re used to being the big bad boss wherever you go, but there’s something you should know.”

I arch my eyebrows and say, “What would that be?”

“My pussy, my rules.” She drops her voice, but that doesn’t stop my dick from sticking straight up.

“But I just told you that it’smypussy, and I’ve never been good at sharing.”

“You better get in here then.” I hear a soft moan right before she ends the call. I practically sprint out of my office and take the stairs three at a time. I barge into the bedroom to find her naked and spread eagle on my bed. Her hands are behind her head and nowhere near my pussy.

I toss my robe on the floor and climb on top of her. She looks into my eyes and starts to laugh. I shut her up by kissing her. She smells of sleep but tastes of mint and mouthwash.

“That got you up here quickly, Mr. Bradford.”

“Ms. Taylor, you play dirty. I was hoping to have a reason to spank that delectable little ass of yours again, but I think I’ll just spank this instead.” I don’t give her time to ask any questions. I get on my knees between her legs and smack her right in the pussy. I can tell the move surprises her. Her eyes widen, but she moans loudly and throws her head back. Before she can get comfortable, I smack her again. Then, I shove her legs further apart, lift one leg and sink my cock as deep inside of her as I can go.

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