Men of Fortune 1: Derek by Sienna Matthews Page B

to
acknowledge them—held motionless by the guilt and shame, she could
do nothing but stare into his eyes, which while flaming with
passion also contained another emotion, something
like…condemnation? Disgust?
    When he brushed against her mound, she
jumped out of her stupor and straight into anger—at herself. Her
body might not recognize the man, but she did, and Adam was a man
she couldn’t want.
    She pushed back her chair, causing Adam’s
hand to fall away. She’d made such a commotion that the
conversation died away, and all the men glanced at her end of the
table, startled. She stood and asked, her voice sweet and deadly,
masking the fury that lurked beneath, “Adam, dear, would you be so
kind as to help me carry in the dessert?”
    The men returned to their meals as Adam
grinned and followed her. However, once they were safely out of
earshot in the kitchen, she whirled on him. “What do you think
you’re doing? I wouldn’t have thought it of you, Adam Fortune!”
    Naked surprise crossed his face, then he
lounged against one of the countertops, a charming, easy smile on
his face. “Can’t you guess?” he asked softly. “I want you,
Carly.”
    She’d suspected something along that line,
but hearing it out loud still surprised her and made her gasp.
“What!”
    “At work, when you sashay among the models
in your high heels, you’re the one I want to fuck,” he continued in
that soft voice, almost, but not quite, hypnotizing her. “You’re
the one I want to bend over the props table and fuck for hours on
end.” His voice thickened. “Can you imagine my cock moving in you,
as I thrust deep, deep, deep into you?”
    She released a strangled sound.
    “I’ll have you naked in front of the camera,
lying on a bed of white satin sheets, your legs spread wide, your
pussy—”
    No, she wasn’t listening to this anymore.
She managed to force out, “I’m—I’m your cousin’s wife.”
    “He doesn’t have to know.” He shrugged. “We
can meet when he’s out on location shooting—”
    “You don’t know what you’re saying.” She
couldn’t believe she was hearing this. From Adam no less, a man she
respected, who possessed a talent she admired. That he would betray
his cousin like this was unthinkable and made him sink in her
estimation of him.
    “I do. Really I do.” He reached to take her
hand, but she snatched it away. He shrugged, then started to undo
his belt.
    No, no, no.
    She couldn’t help it. She watched in morbid
fascination as he unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down his
hips, together with his underwear, if he wore any. His cock sprang
out, erect and engorged, long and thick and beautiful.
    He grasped it in one hand and stroked. “I
want to fuck you, Carly, and this is the proof. This erection is
for you.”
    She moaned.

Chapter Four

    “Do you want to fuck me, too?”
    She moaned again, and this time, she could
make out what she was saying.
    No.
    At the same time, fury surged up within her.
“How dare you.” She slapped him on the cheek. Her hand stung, but
seeing her handprint on his cheek gave her a savage satisfaction
she’d never felt before. “I’m Derek’s wife, and I won’t betray him.
If you value your friendship with him, you’ll stop this now and
promise not to repeat it, and I won’t tell him. But if you
don’t…”
    The damn man looked unconcerned. He stepped
out of his pants, grinning. Naked except for his shirt and socks,
he was breathtaking. “I knew there’s a reason I like you.”
    “Well, I’m finding I don’t like you very
much!” she hurled at him, cheeks flaming red. No matter how hard
she tried, she found her gaze going south, drawn by his beautiful
hard length.
    “You’ll change your mind soon enough,” he
informed her cheerfully. “You’ll even beg me to fuck you.”
    “Never!”
    “Never say never,” he chided. “I won’t take
that against you, since you don’t know yet what it’s like to be
fucked by the ‘great fuck