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Authors: Nicole Flockton
smoothing it open. His hands slid over the silkiness of her blouse. He heard her moan as his hands moved up cupping her breasts, his thumbs lightly caressing her erect nipples.
Leaving her lips he slowly trailed soft kisses down her neck. Her head fell back allowing him greater access and he nibbled on the tender spot beneath her ear.
Feeling her legs buckle under his seduction, Luciano scooped her up and sat her on the desk. Her desire for him was evident by the way her hands roamed underneath his jacket, fisting his shirt. In the next instant her hands left his back and grasped his head, leading him back to her mouth. She ground her hips against his erection, proving she was frantic for him to take the next step. If they were any place else but her office he would have obliged her. Lifting her skirt, pushing aside her panties and burying himself deep within her moistness.
The vision so powerful he almost gave in, regardless of the fact that her secretary could interrupt them.
Reluctantly, slowly, he pulled away. Tempted once more to her sweet taste by her dishevelled look and kiss swollen lips. He stepped back from her, banishing the thought of following through on his seduction. He tucked in his shirt and straightened his jacket. He took a deep breath, before he pulled at his shirt cuffs with short, sharp, precise movements. Making his way to her closed door, he turned and looked her up and down once again, waving his arm at her desk, reminding her of what they had just shared on its shiny surface.
“This is why we won’t be having separate rooms.”
Chapter 4
The car slid to a smooth stop and Jasmine checked her watch.
Nine o’clock.
No surprises there, she thought as she unclipped her seatbelt. There was never any doubt she wouldn’t be on time. Luciano had made sure of that.
The car.
The knock at the door, which didn’t belong to the driver of the cab she’d ordered. The security team in the standard black SUV, waiting outside to follow her. All clear signs he hadn’t trusted her to turn up of her own accord. Given he’d caught her out yesterday at their meeting she understood his reluctance to trust her, but she still didn’t appreciate his high handedness.
She’d even expected to see him sitting in the back of the car, all pure smug male reclining on the leather. When an empty back seat had filled her vision, she’d told herself it was relief that had coursed through her, not disappointment that he wasn’t there.
Now she’d arrived at the airport, and wondered, where were they going? What was going to happen? What did Luciano expect from her?
A gust of fresh air whispered across her legs, gently lifting the soft folds of her dress. The car door had been opened and a figure stood to the side, holding it for her to leave the safety of the car.
Was it Luciano?
All she saw was the silhouette of a man in a suit. Warily she stepped out anticipating a confrontation with Luciano. Again, relief mingled with regret when she took her sunglasses off and realised it was just the driver. She should be happy it wasn’t Luciano. If she were honest with herself, she didn’t think she was quite ready to face him.
She took a moment to compose herself. Now wasn’t the time to dither. She needed to get her frazzled nerves under control. Luciano would pick up on any sign of weakness she showed and he would make sure she knew he’d seen it.
She waited while the driver collected her bag from the trunk, following him into the terminal with determined strides, resolve resounding in her mind. She would be in command of her emotions, nothing Luciano said or did would sway her.
As she approached the terminal she spied Luciano through the glass windows. He’d flicked back his coat sleeve, checking his watch, irritation furrowing his brow. If he’d been paying attention he would’ve seen her car arrive.
She reached the door as he looked up, his gaze mesmerising her, sending shafts of heat winding around her
Leaving her lips he slowly trailed soft kisses down her neck. Her head fell back allowing him greater access and he nibbled on the tender spot beneath her ear.
Feeling her legs buckle under his seduction, Luciano scooped her up and sat her on the desk. Her desire for him was evident by the way her hands roamed underneath his jacket, fisting his shirt. In the next instant her hands left his back and grasped his head, leading him back to her mouth. She ground her hips against his erection, proving she was frantic for him to take the next step. If they were any place else but her office he would have obliged her. Lifting her skirt, pushing aside her panties and burying himself deep within her moistness.
The vision so powerful he almost gave in, regardless of the fact that her secretary could interrupt them.
Reluctantly, slowly, he pulled away. Tempted once more to her sweet taste by her dishevelled look and kiss swollen lips. He stepped back from her, banishing the thought of following through on his seduction. He tucked in his shirt and straightened his jacket. He took a deep breath, before he pulled at his shirt cuffs with short, sharp, precise movements. Making his way to her closed door, he turned and looked her up and down once again, waving his arm at her desk, reminding her of what they had just shared on its shiny surface.
“This is why we won’t be having separate rooms.”
Chapter 4
The car slid to a smooth stop and Jasmine checked her watch.
Nine o’clock.
No surprises there, she thought as she unclipped her seatbelt. There was never any doubt she wouldn’t be on time. Luciano had made sure of that.
The car.
The knock at the door, which didn’t belong to the driver of the cab she’d ordered. The security team in the standard black SUV, waiting outside to follow her. All clear signs he hadn’t trusted her to turn up of her own accord. Given he’d caught her out yesterday at their meeting she understood his reluctance to trust her, but she still didn’t appreciate his high handedness.
She’d even expected to see him sitting in the back of the car, all pure smug male reclining on the leather. When an empty back seat had filled her vision, she’d told herself it was relief that had coursed through her, not disappointment that he wasn’t there.
Now she’d arrived at the airport, and wondered, where were they going? What was going to happen? What did Luciano expect from her?
A gust of fresh air whispered across her legs, gently lifting the soft folds of her dress. The car door had been opened and a figure stood to the side, holding it for her to leave the safety of the car.
Was it Luciano?
All she saw was the silhouette of a man in a suit. Warily she stepped out anticipating a confrontation with Luciano. Again, relief mingled with regret when she took her sunglasses off and realised it was just the driver. She should be happy it wasn’t Luciano. If she were honest with herself, she didn’t think she was quite ready to face him.
She took a moment to compose herself. Now wasn’t the time to dither. She needed to get her frazzled nerves under control. Luciano would pick up on any sign of weakness she showed and he would make sure she knew he’d seen it.
She waited while the driver collected her bag from the trunk, following him into the terminal with determined strides, resolve resounding in her mind. She would be in command of her emotions, nothing Luciano said or did would sway her.
As she approached the terminal she spied Luciano through the glass windows. He’d flicked back his coat sleeve, checking his watch, irritation furrowing his brow. If he’d been paying attention he would’ve seen her car arrive.
She reached the door as he looked up, his gaze mesmerising her, sending shafts of heat winding around her