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The oh-so-recent memory of his manhood in my cunt.
“Yes,” he growls, “I do.”
Our rooms are next to each other. I try not to look at him as I search inside my bag for my keycard. My hands are trembling. My heart is thumping a house-style beat in my chest.
I only had the frigging thing a minute ago, and now it’s nowhere to be seen.
“Nadia,” he says, his door already open. “Would you mind joining me in my room for a minute?”
“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, Austin.” I find the card, but my hands are shaking so much I drop it on the lush, luxurious carpet.
Austin bends down and picks it up for me. I try to keep my eyes focused on his hands, but soon I’m looking at his groin and gulping and remembering what it was like to hold his impressive girth.
“Please,” he says. “I only want to talk. Things won’t go any further than that, if that’s what you want. You have my word.”
“You promise?”
A dark cloud forms across his features. “I have already given you my word, Mouthpiece. But, if you want me to promise, too. Then that is what you shall get.”
He puts out his hand with his pinky finger extended. I look at it for a moment before realizing what he expects of me.
When I lock my pinky finger around his, a shiver runs down my spine. Just touching him turns me on. “I, Austin Maddox,” he says, “promise that I will not lay hands on you ever again… unless you want me to.”
I nod my head, unable to speak.
Idowant him to lay his hands on me.
I want it more than anything in the whole fucking world. But, I haven’t worked my ass off for years on end for nothing, and I’m not willing to throw it all away for a man. Even if that man is rich and sexy and everything I could ever hope for.
He walks into his suite. I follow behind him, once again staring at his perfectly formed posterior.
“Like I said,” he guides me to a comfortable chair by the window. I sit down and cross my legs. I pull a notepad from my bag and find a pen, ready to take notes in case something important is said. “You have been nothing short of amazing today. But that is not what I want to talk to you about.”
There’s a brief pause before he starts speaking again. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he looks nervous.
“It’s what happened on the plane…”
I get up as if to leave, but he stands in my way. Blocking me from the door.
“Stay,” he commands, “hear me out.”
I sit down, unable to disobey him. Knowing deep down, that whatever happens, I really do want to hear what he has to say. That I won't be able to live with myself if I walk out now and never know what could have been.
He runs his fingers through his short, silver hair. “I don’t make it a habit to fuck women I’ve only just met. And I especially don’t make it a habit to fuck women who work for me. In fact, it’s never happened before.
“But there’s something special about you, Nadia.
“The moment I met you, I knew I’d met my match. You’re as brilliant as you are gorgeous, and I want you.”
“You don’t know what you want,” I tell him. “You’re a man, you’re just thinking with your dick.”
“Yes.” He towers over me. His fists clenched against his sides, his jaw tense. “I am a man. A man who knows exactly what he wants. And what I want is you.”
He kneels beside me and takes my hand in his huge grip. “I’ve made a very successful living of trusting my gut. And my gut tells me that you’re the woman of my dreams.”
I cover my mouth with my free hand. I can barely believe the words I’m hearing. “But what about my career?” I ask. “You can’t just expect me to give up everything at the drop of a hat.”
“I would never dream of it.”
