deep, mesmerizing voice that made her want to cross her legs. Tightly.
“Would you like to join me in my office?” she murmured.
Something hot and wicked flashed in his dark eyes, and Samara realized he was reacting to the wording she’d used. Join me in my office. Join me.
Her mouth went dry at the accompanying mental picture.
“Lead the way,” he said softly.
“Diane, please hold my calls.”
“Of course, Samara.”
As Samara turned and led Marcus up the stairs, she could feel his bold gaze all over her backside, burning through her creamy silk blouse and pencil-slim brown skirt, as if he had X-ray vision. Never before had she been so aroused by a man undressing her with his eyes.
By the time they reached her office on the second floor, she was almost dizzy with desire. As she closed the door behind them, Marcus caught her arm, turning her around to face him. She felt a thrill of excitement as he pulled her roughly into his arms.
Sinking his hands into her hair, he lowered his head and took her mouth in a deep, provocative kiss that drugged her senses and made her breasts ache. She pressed against him, opening her mouth to receive the hot, silky penetration of his tongue. He tasted of chocolate and peppermint, warm and delicious. She deepened the kiss, sucking greedily on his tongue while her hands slid up and down the muscled hardness of his back. She wanted nothing more than to be naked with him, to feel his powerful body mounted above hers as he thrust in and out of her. Though she knew this wasn’t the time or place. She couldn’t help but moan as he cupped her buttocks, lifting her hips more fully against his so she could feel the bulge of his erection. Almost mindlessly, she ground herself into him, and this time he uttered a low, guttural moan of pleasure.
Dragging his mouth from hers, he whispered huskily against her throat, “Damn, I can’t get enough of you.”
She tipped her head back, making it easier for him to kiss her there. “Then what took you so long to find me?”
She felt him smile against the sensitized hollow of her neck. “I wanted to test the limits of my endurance. As you can see, I didn’t make it very far.”
She chuckled softly. “You don’t hear me complaining.”
“No,” Marcus agreed, lifting his head to search her face with a sudden keenness she found unsettling, “I don’t hear you complaining.”
With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Samara pulled out of his arms and walked over to her desk and sat down. Marcus followed more slowly, his dark gaze never leaving her face as he ignored the visitor’s chair and rounded the desk, perching his hip on the edge of it so she had to tilt her head up to look at him.
“I’m curious about something,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe you can help me.”
Samara leaned back in the chair and smoothly crossed her legs. The moment of truth had arrived. “What is it?”
“When we met in New York,” Marcus said slowly, “you couldn’t get away from me fast enough. And then on Monday night you showed up where I was speaking and practically propositioned me on the spot.”
“I didn’t proposition—” He arched a dubious brow, cutting short her protest. She grinned sheepishly. “All right, maybe I did proposition you.”
Marcus chuckled. “Not that I’m complaining, but you can see how a brother might be a little confused by your behavior. What changed your mind about me?”
She shrugged. “Maybe I was playing hard to get in New York.”
“Were you?”
Samara met his gaze unflinchingly. “If you’re asking whether I’m really attracted to you, and if I meant it when I told you that since we met, I haven’t stopped thinking about you, the answer is yes on both counts. If you doubt my sincerity, I can think of a hundred different ways I can prove my attraction to you.”
His hooded eyes drifted to her lips. “A hundred, huh?”
“At least.”
“I just might take you up on that offer, Ms. Layton,” he said
“Would you like to join me in my office?” she murmured.
Something hot and wicked flashed in his dark eyes, and Samara realized he was reacting to the wording she’d used. Join me in my office. Join me.
Her mouth went dry at the accompanying mental picture.
“Lead the way,” he said softly.
“Diane, please hold my calls.”
“Of course, Samara.”
As Samara turned and led Marcus up the stairs, she could feel his bold gaze all over her backside, burning through her creamy silk blouse and pencil-slim brown skirt, as if he had X-ray vision. Never before had she been so aroused by a man undressing her with his eyes.
By the time they reached her office on the second floor, she was almost dizzy with desire. As she closed the door behind them, Marcus caught her arm, turning her around to face him. She felt a thrill of excitement as he pulled her roughly into his arms.
Sinking his hands into her hair, he lowered his head and took her mouth in a deep, provocative kiss that drugged her senses and made her breasts ache. She pressed against him, opening her mouth to receive the hot, silky penetration of his tongue. He tasted of chocolate and peppermint, warm and delicious. She deepened the kiss, sucking greedily on his tongue while her hands slid up and down the muscled hardness of his back. She wanted nothing more than to be naked with him, to feel his powerful body mounted above hers as he thrust in and out of her. Though she knew this wasn’t the time or place. She couldn’t help but moan as he cupped her buttocks, lifting her hips more fully against his so she could feel the bulge of his erection. Almost mindlessly, she ground herself into him, and this time he uttered a low, guttural moan of pleasure.
Dragging his mouth from hers, he whispered huskily against her throat, “Damn, I can’t get enough of you.”
She tipped her head back, making it easier for him to kiss her there. “Then what took you so long to find me?”
She felt him smile against the sensitized hollow of her neck. “I wanted to test the limits of my endurance. As you can see, I didn’t make it very far.”
She chuckled softly. “You don’t hear me complaining.”
“No,” Marcus agreed, lifting his head to search her face with a sudden keenness she found unsettling, “I don’t hear you complaining.”
With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Samara pulled out of his arms and walked over to her desk and sat down. Marcus followed more slowly, his dark gaze never leaving her face as he ignored the visitor’s chair and rounded the desk, perching his hip on the edge of it so she had to tilt her head up to look at him.
“I’m curious about something,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe you can help me.”
Samara leaned back in the chair and smoothly crossed her legs. The moment of truth had arrived. “What is it?”
“When we met in New York,” Marcus said slowly, “you couldn’t get away from me fast enough. And then on Monday night you showed up where I was speaking and practically propositioned me on the spot.”
“I didn’t proposition—” He arched a dubious brow, cutting short her protest. She grinned sheepishly. “All right, maybe I did proposition you.”
Marcus chuckled. “Not that I’m complaining, but you can see how a brother might be a little confused by your behavior. What changed your mind about me?”
She shrugged. “Maybe I was playing hard to get in New York.”
“Were you?”
Samara met his gaze unflinchingly. “If you’re asking whether I’m really attracted to you, and if I meant it when I told you that since we met, I haven’t stopped thinking about you, the answer is yes on both counts. If you doubt my sincerity, I can think of a hundred different ways I can prove my attraction to you.”
His hooded eyes drifted to her lips. “A hundred, huh?”
“At least.”
“I just might take you up on that offer, Ms. Layton,” he said
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