Page 30 of Keep Him Like Secrets

Did I take another deep breath just so I could feel the touch of his thumb slipping upward? Yes, yes, I did. And as the pleasure hummed through my body, I couldn’t come up with a single regret about it either.

Soren seemed equally out of fucks to give as his hand shifted, covering my breast completely, dragging a moan out of me that was immediately drowned out by the music swelling around us.

Soren must have felt it, though, been emboldened by it.

His hand kept moving, slipping up over my chest, then closing around my throat. A flutter of need spread through my core as he tightened his grip, then used it to turn me.

His hand stayed at my throat as the other went around my lower back, holding me tightly against him as he looked down at me, intention clear in his eyes.

But he gave me a beat, one last chance to keep things between us professional.

I couldn’t find any objections, though, not when he was looking down at me with a heat that matched the fire burning through me.

So I angled my head up ever so slightly.

It was all the encouragement he needed.

He closed the distance between us, his lips crashing down on mine.

My belly swooped as my body melted into his.

The man kissed how he looked—hard, deep, skilled.

When it came to men, I typically liked being the aggressor. But everything in me wanted to be dominated by this man, to let him set the pace, to show me whathewanted.

His lips pressed deeper, demanded more, and I was helpless but to give it to him. My pulse was slamming in my neck under his hand before he slowly slid it back, fingers drifting up to sink into my hair at the nape of my neck, gripping, pulling.

A moan escaped me as the pain/pleasure teased across my scalp.

Soren took the opportunity for his tongue to slip between my parted lips, claiming mine, teasing and toying until my hands were clinging to his arms, until my body was trembling against his.

We could have gone on like that for hours. Forever.

But sometime while we’d been getting lost in each other, the music had shifted to something faster, and the crowd was jumping around, sending one guy flying into us, knocking us apart.

The second we disconnected, the reality of what we’d done was like an ice bucket tossed over my desire.

What if this just screwed the deal up?

What if Renzo found out?

What would happen to the reputation I’d fought tooth and nail for if everyone found out I’d lost a major job because I’dkissedmy partner?

Well, technically, he’d kissed me.

But itdidn’t matter.

I’d allowed it.

I’d allowed it, and now everything could be ruined.

No.

No, I couldn’t let that happen.

I could still save this deal. And my damn dignity.

I sucked in a deep breath, channeling every cold, hard bitch I’d ever seen in film or read about in books.

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