“The party’s going well, Mr. Cole.”
I was done playing games. “Set a date.”
She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip as she ruminated. “One month.”
“Two weeks. Then you’ll tell your friends about us.” I was close to kissing her soft plump lips to claim her in front of everyone.
“That’s not enough time for a promotion.”
“I’m the one who signs off on those.”
“I hope you’re not suggesting you’d obstruct my climb to power?”
“You’ve conquered me, Mia. What more is there?”
“How seductive.”
“I can do better.”
“Oh?”
“You’re the most dazzling woman here and I can’t take my eyes off you. It’s potentially dangerous, since I’m close to looking like your stalker.”
“Stalk away, Mr. Cole.”
My grip tightened around her waist. “You’re breathtaking.” Whether she was in jeans, one of my shirts, or this mini-dress that sparkled with delicate crystal beads. “The next public event we attend you’ll be wearing my collar.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Seeing my frown, she added, “I’d end up falling to my knees and parting my lips, ready for you.”
“Jesus, Mia.” My cock quickened in my pants.
“It’s all I can think about.” She moaned softly.
I yanked her toward me. “This is what’s on the table. I agree to take you to the next level and give you what you’re asking for—even though you have no idea what that is.”
“Last night—”
“The edge of vanilla.”
Her eyes widened with wonder. “That wasn’t vanilla.”
“Two weeks, Ms. Lauren. Agree right now and I’ll provide you with a demonstration that will have you running for cover.”
“I thought we were negotiating?”
“I am.”
“What does the next level involve?”
I arched a brow. “Really want to discuss this now?”
“A hint?”
I whispered, “I will push you to your limit and beyond.”
She inhaled sharply. “I want that.”
“An erotic nirvana?”