Page 29 of Legal Seduction
For survival...
She wasn’t sure she would survive his slow, sweet torture of her. At last, he parted her sweater and pushed it from her shoulders. Then his breath hissed out between his teeth.
“Damn, Bette...”
She’d put on another bustier instead of a camisole. This one was leather, with cups, and of course her signature bow. It was tied at the bottom of the leather strap that bound the bustier together.
“Where the hell do you find this stuff?” he asked. “I’ve never seen anything as sexy.”
Pride suffused her. She could have told him he’d never seen it before because she’d designed it. But he would be seeing it soon since she would have her own line at the fashion house for the premier retailer of lingerie in the country.
He was already so surprised that she wore lingerie that she didn’t know if she was flattered or offended. If he laughed, like so many other people had, when she said she designed it, she would definitely be offended. So offended that it would be impossible to work out the rest of her notice for him.
Unless she could get him to cut that notice short...
But then he untied that bustier and released her breasts so he could play with them, and she wasn’t so certain she wanted to cut that notice short anymore. Because that would mean cutting short the pleasure he gave her...
And he gave her pleasure now.
While he suckled on one of her nipples, he moved his hand beneath her skirt. He pushed aside her panties and slid his fingers inside her. She was already wet and ready for him. When he moved his thumb over her clit, she came, crying out his name.
And he cursed.
Blinking away the desire, she stared up at him.
“We’re at the office,” he told her, his voice gruff with desire and disappointment. “We’ll have to finish this later.”
Her hands were shaking so badly that he had to bind her back into the bustier and button her sweater back up. But he did it, even as a muscle twitched in his cheek—just above his tightly clenched jaw.
“Definitely a siren,” he murmured.
She wasn’t one. But she heard one, a warning that she was getting in too deep with him. So she was almost honest when she said, “I really think I could care for you.”
But she wouldn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t let herself fall for anyone, least of all someone as ruthless and charming as Simon Kramer.
