Page 34 of Legal Seduction
“You,” he said. “I want you.”
Her lips curved into a smile. “Simon...”
But she didn’t protest. Instead, she walked around his desk and pushed back his chair. And he knew she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
Instead of unbuttoning her cardigan or wriggling out of her skirt, she reached for the zipper on his pants as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
His cock swelled and pulsated, begging for the release he knew she could—and would—give him. But he couldn’t let her seduce him again. He had to be the seducer.
This time he wanted more than sex from her. He wanted the truth. He didn’t believe she was really falling for him. If he demanded it, would she tell him everything? Would she finally answer his questions and be completely honest with him?
Was she capable of complete honesty, though?
So few people really were.
He caught her hand before she could tug down his zipper and held it in his for a long moment. She stared up at him, her dark eyes wide with surprise.
“I thought that’s why you called me in here.”
“Then why didn’t you come running?” he asked. “If you’re really falling for me?”
She smiled her siren’s smile at him. “Sometimes it’s more satisfying when we have to wait.”
Like the day they arrived at the office and had to get out of the car. That had been one long damn day.
He shook his head. “I’m not a patient man, Bette.”
“I’m patient,” she said. “I waited two years for you to notice me.”
Had she really, though?
He pulled off the glasses she wore and dropped them onto his desk. Then he reached for the pins in her thick, luxurious hair, letting the silken tresses fall down around her shoulders.
“Or did you spend two years trying to make certain I wouldn’t notice you?” he asked.
And that smile curved her lips even more.
She was the most challenging woman he’d ever met. How hadn’t he noticed that about her? He’d seen her beauty despite her attempts to disguise it. But he’d never realized how clever and conniving she could be.
“Some men like the librarian look,” she said.
He nodded in agreement. “I am some men,” he admitted. Then he reached for the buttons on her cardigan, flicking them open to reveal the lacy camisole she wore beneath. It must have been designed by the same maddening person who designed her lingerie because there were little bows on the pink lace. “I also am the some men who love lingerie.”
Her smile widened even more. “You love my lingerie?”
His breath shuddered out in appreciation. “Oh, yeah.” But after pushing the cardigan from her shoulders, he reached for the bow that held up her camisole in the back. After he tugged it loose, it slipped down and revealed her naked breasts. “But I love your body even more.”
Love.The word felt strange on his tongue. But in this case it wasn’t a con. He really did love her body. It wouldn’t betray him like her clever mind or her greedy heart might.
He flicked a fingertip over her nipple and it tightened in reaction. Her body could keep no secrets from him. He knew exactly what pleased it.
What pleasedher...
He spent a long time on her breasts. Massaging the fullness of them, teasing the tight nipples. She moaned and wriggled and arched and finally she gasped as she came—just from his playing with her breasts.
He’d never known a woman as responsive as she was, as passionate. Or as generous.
She kept trying to undress him, reaching for the buttons on his shirt or the tab of his zipper. But he caught her wrists and locked them together in one of his hands, holding her back.
