Den of Desire by Shauna Hart Page B

fists in his pockets.
    Eric grinned. “Actually, I was just about to look for a room,” he said.
    Joe turned his attention to Mara, his eyes narrowing. “Really? Well, allow me to help. As I remember it, Mara, you have a fondness for the domination room. Would you like for me to see if that room is available?” he inquired, trying desperately not to break Eric's roving hand.
    Eric's eyes widened, and he gave Mara an appreciative wink. “That would be great!”
    He ignored the look of discomfort on Mara's face as he focused on the hand that trailed over the side of her breast. His jaw clenched.
    If he didn't get away from them, he would definitely do something he regretted.
    “I'll let Curtis know that you've requested the room. If you need anything, feel free to let him know.”
    With that, he spun on his heel to retreat to his office. He slammed the door shut behind him, crossing the room to fall into his chair. He quickly switched off the monitors, not wanting to watch the scene that was sure to play out soon.
    Damn it!
    A knock at the door made him let out a heavy sigh. He didn't want to deal with anyone right now. Unfortunately, the impatient knock sounded again, letting him know that there was no escape.
    “What is it?” he bit out.
    Curtis peeked in, his bald head shining in the light. “Sorry, boss. She said she needed to see you,” he explained.
    He pushed the door open enough for Joe to see Mara standing behind him.
    Joe cast an irritated glance in her direction before responding. “It's okay, Curtis.”
    After Curtis was gone, Mara walked in, shutting the door behind her.
    “I told you that Curtis could handle anything you needed,” he reminded her harshly, his lips forming a grim line.
    He grabbed a member application off the corner of his desk, feigning interest so she would leave.
    “I need to talk to you,” she asserted.
    As much as he wanted to look at her, he refused to give her the satisfaction. He picked up his pen, making notes in the margin, his eyes never leaving the paper.
    “Was there something wrong with the domination room?” he asked, his tone brisk.
    She crossed the room to stand before his desk, her dress brushing against the polished wood. Her perfume drifted up to his nostrils, teasing him. It was an erotic blend of vanilla that made him want to taste her.
    Still, he refused to look at her.
    “I'm not going to get a room with Eric. That's not why I'm here,” she admitted.
    He leaned back in his chair, allowing his gaze to trail over her body. His jaw clenched at the unwanted pull of desire that drove into him.
    “It looked like you two were pretty cozy out there,” he pointed out.
    Color crept into her cheeks. “Joe, you know I didn't come here for Eric.”
    Her words hit him in the chest like a sucker punch.
    He wasn't sure why she had such a hold on him, but she did. He got up, walking around the desk to stand behind her. When she started to turn, he stopped her, holding her against the desk. He leaned in, his chest pressing against her back, his erection snugly cradled between her buttocks. He inhaled the sexy, delicious scent of her, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
    “What do you want from me, Mara?” he asked, his voice intent.
    When she didn't answer, he lifted her skirt, bending to slide her thong down her long legs. She stepped out of it, and his tongue snaked out to trail up the back of her leg to her buttocks. She quivered. He stood up, spreading her legs further apart with his foot. He moved his hips against her buttocks, grinding his erection against her.
    “Answer me,” he demanded, his voice husky.
    His hand moved around to cup her mound, his finger sliding into her. He closed his eyes at the exquisite sensation of being inside her body. He loved the fact that she was always wet and ready for him. Damn, he couldn't spend ten minutes with her without spreading her out and sliding his cock into her. He fished a condom out of his pocket before unzipping