Page 47 of Keep Him Like Secrets

“Stuff the harmonica he is always playing down his throat,” Soren said, smiling.

“Who plays the harmonica?”

“The spoiled grown child of two investment bankers who is desperate to come off as some fun beatnik who wasn’t raised in a twelve-million-dollar mansion in the Hamptons.”

“It’s no longer cool to be rich, I guess.”

“Shame for us, because our net worth is about to skyrocket.”

“You think it’s going to be that successful?”

“You don’t?”

“Well, I have no idea what to expect. Nightclubs are new for me.”

“Don’t take offense to this, but I wouldn’t even consider taking on a partner if I didn’t think this was going to be a wildly successful venture,” he told me as we started to walk out toward the elevator.

“I get that. I don’t play well with others,” I said as we moved into the elevator car.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Soren said as the doors slid closed.

Shit.

Why had I gotten in the elevator with him?

Things had been going so well.

No line crossing.

Even some fun, easy banter.

No flirting.

“Soren…” I said, hearing the pleading in my voice. And I honestly couldn’t tell you what I was begging for. For him to keep things professional. Or for him to throw all the rules out the window and kiss me again.

“Hm?” he asked, reaching out to press the button that had the car jerking to a stop between floors. “Soren, what?” he asked, stepping closer, towering over me as I pressed back against the wall.

My chest felt tight, like he was sucking up all the air in the enclosed space.

“Do this?” he asked, his hand sliding up the side of my thigh, hip, waist, breast. “Or this?” he went on, his hand moving inward to tease over one of the swells, making my nipple harden and press against the material.

Taking that as a silent encouragement, his thumb moved out, teasing around the point, making my head fall back as my breath shuddered out of me.

“Or maybe this?” he asked, taking advantage of my upturned head to lean down and press a kiss to the pulse point in my neck.

A soft whimper escaped me as my belly flip-flopped.

His tongue teased out, sliding upward, making a shiver rack my system.

“Or this?” he asked, teeth snagging my earlobe and giving a small tug as his thumb and forefinger twisted my nipple lightly through the material of my dress.

“Or did you mean to leave you alone?” he asked.

Then he was suddenly releasing me and walking over toward the far end of the car, eyes heated, smile devilish.

But he didn’t get to bask in his effortless control over me for long.

Already too needy to care about the consequences, I rushed across the car, reaching up, grabbing his tie, and yanking him down until my lips claimed his.

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