Stripped Raw by Prescott Lane Page B

like the perfect place to hold client meetings and strategy sessions.
    There’s a shiny new computer amongst stacks of papers and files and yellow pads spread all across his desk. It looks like a never-ending stream of work. Weirdly enough, there is not a single family photo or souvenir or keepsake anywhere in sight.
    I wonder if that has anything to do with his divorce. Maybe his ex burned everything or took him to the cleaners or. . . . Shaking my head, I push his divorce out of my mind. I’d rather focus on his sexy, commanding voice.
    His intensity, his directness, is startling, reminding me of my ex-boyfriend and sending a few unpleasant chills down my spine. The chills quickly turn to a pleasant tingle when Kane gives me a little wink and reaches out his hand for me to come to him. I walk over and take his hand. He gives me a quiet kiss on the cheek and quickly ends the call.
    His fingers run down my neck and under my black bra strap peeking out from my t-shirt. “Is this one of your designs?”
    “Of course,” I say. “I try all my designs first.”
    “The corsets?” he asks. “Those handcuffs?”
    “All of them,” I say, and it comes out all breathless and needy.
    “Christ,” he groans.
    His lips find that perfect spot on my neck, the one he found last night, the one that makes my panties soak. His hand winds in my ponytail, tugging it back slightly. All I can do is moan as his tongue works the delicate flesh of my neck. That’s all it takes to get my legs clenching together, my heart rate up. The man is barely touching me—his hands aren’t even wandering, and I’m panting. Why did I promise to leave my vibrator in the drawer?
    “Mr. Hunter?” Mona comes over the speaker. “Lunch is here.”
    Kane gives me a crooked smile then disappears for a moment, returning with a few bags and kicking the door closed. He sets the bags on the table. “You said you liked Chinese food, so I ordered a few different things. I hope I got something you like.”
    “Unfortunately, I eat just about anything.”
    “That’s a good thing,” he says and pulls out some chopsticks and a few cartons.
    “Tell my ass that!” Holy crap, that did not just come out of my mouth. I’ve got to remember that I’m not talking to Tessa. Clearly, my brain is still not functioning after that kiss.
    He freezes. His eyes lock on mine and his voice hardens. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself that way.”
    “Every girl has a ‘fat day’ occasionally.”
    “You said the same thing in your interview.”
    I forgot about that. I guess I did. “Well, it’s normal for a girl to feel. . . .”
    “It shouldn’t be,” he says quickly.
    “How would you know?” I tease, trying to lighten his mood.
    “You wouldn’t let anyone else talk to you that way, so you shouldn’t be talking about yourself that way.”
    He’s a good lawyer and has a good point. “You’re right.”
    “Please tell yourself good things,” he says, stepping closer to me. “Remind yourself of that sexy little laugh of yours, your beautiful brown eyes. . . .”
    “Please stop,” I beg.
    “But I’m not done! I was saving the best for last!” Kane cups my ass with both hands and pulls me to him. “ This is all I’ve been thinking about.” I lower my face to his shoulder. “And I’ll love it even more when it’s on top of me.”
    “Oh my God!” I cry.
    “I’m just being honest,” he says, grinning. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”
    “This honesty thing can go too far!”
    He chuckles as he takes out the rest of the cartons and finishes setting up our lunch. It’s weird to get compliments period, but accepting them from a man who is a living, breathing, walking sex god is even harder. It’s going to take some getting used to. He sits down, pulls me to his lap, and feeds me a bite. I grab a pair of chopsticks and return the favor.
    “So tonight,” he says, “I was hoping I could take you out to a nice dinner