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  “I could get used to waking up like this,” I comment.

  Luke leans over the bed and kisses me. His skin is warm from the shower, and I breathe in the clean scent of him like a drug. I moan into his mouth.

  He pulls away from me with a sigh. “No more of that, or we’ll never leave the room today.”

  I stretch on the bed, letting the sheet slip down to reveal my breasts. “And what’s wrong with that?”

  He grins and shakes his head. “You did that on purpose.”

  I shoot him a sultry smile. “So what if I did? Are you going to come back over here and punish me?”

  He groans at my words. It sounds like a low rumble in his chest, like the sound of distant thunder before a storm. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

  “Why don’t you show me?” I ask.

  His hands grip the edge of the towel, and it drops to the floor. He’s naked, and his cock hardens under my gaze.

  I lick my lips. I’m fascinated to see the physical effect I have on him.

  I roll over to the edge of the bed nearest to him. My hand reaches out to slide along his shaft, coaxing it fully to life. Then I grip his length and gently pull him toward me. The moment he’s close enough, I dip my head down and plunge him into my mouth.

  I might not know what the future holds, but I know that at least for today, he’s all mine.

  And now he knows it, too.

  Chapter 15

  Luke

  I leave the suite with a spring in my step, feeling like the king of the fucking world. How can I not, after Jade’s surprise blow job? It was a hell of a way to start the day. Although, just waking up next to her was pretty great, too.

  I don’t like sleeping with women. It sends the wrong message. Creates an illusion of closeness for them and fuels expectation. It bit of being cruel to be kind. I fuck them and send them on their way as soon as possible. Most of the time, I don’t even bring them back to my place. Hotel rooms are easier. If they don’t know where I live, then there’s no risk of them showing back up in my life unexpectedly. There’s no putting a price on peace of mind.

  But I just can’t seem pull myself away from Jade’s body. Our rooms are separated by only a lounge so it’s not even like it would be any trouble to part ways. The first night, we were drunk off our asses, so that night doesn’t count, but last night…I was fucking stone-cold sober.

  And we were in Jade’s bed as well. I could have slipped away to my own room at any point without it being weird. So, why didn’t I?

  Jade continues to surprise me, and not just with morning blow jobs. I’ve broken two of my rules for her. I never fuck the women I work with, and I never sleep with women I fuck. But this is the second night of mind-blowing sex I’ve had with my assistant.

  It doesn’t bother me that I’ve broken the rules for her, and the fact that it doesn’t bother me is a surprise, too. Jade is different somehow. She’s worth it. My mind wanders back to last night and the amazing sex we had. I can’t stop thinking about it. God, she is something else. She really knows what she’s doing. She comes off innocent, like she doesn’t have a clue, but the fact is she’s got a fantastic body, and she knows how to move it in just the right way to drive me out of my mind.

  I freeze in the act of knotting my tie and stare at my own reflection.

  Jesus, am I getting serious about this girl?

  I frown. I mean, I feel like a brand new me, and when she isn’t around, I can’t stop thinking about her. And I cannot bear the idea of any other man even looking at her. Is this it? Is this love? Hell, I don’t even know how she really feels about me. Maybe I should take her out on a real date and explore how she feels about me.

  I slip my wallet into my trouser pocket, and cross the lounge to knock on her suite door. Suddenly, the anticipation of what I’m about to ask her sweeps over my body. It’s an odd feeling. Clammy hands, shortness of breath. I feel nervous, which is another first for me. I never feel nervous when asking women out. It’s second nature to me. Like buttoning a shirt. What is wrong with me? Maybe, I’m coming down with something.

  Jade opens the door in her bathrobe. “I can still taste you,” she says, and licks her perfect, plump lips.

  “Do you know what happens to little girls who tweak the tiger’s tail?”

  She shakes her head, her eyes big and solemn. “What?”

  “They get taken out,” I reply.

  Her gorgeous hazel eyes sparkle like the ocean waters, and I feel as if I am drowning. “Like on a date?”

  She’s teasing me, and it’s cute, but I don’t think she realizes how serious I am about this. “Yeah, like on a date.”

  “Like a date, date?” She repeats, her eyes widening.

  “Yes, although I’m not really sure what other kinds of dates there are. You could—”

  She grabs my face. “Stop talking,” she mutters and kisses me deeply.

  It causes my cock to twitch, even though I just got a blow job. “So that’s a yes?”

  “Well, I’ll think about it,” she says with a shrug, and takes a step away from me.

  I grab her arm and pull her toward me, making her body slam into mine. We stare into each other’s eyes. It’s driving me crazy that she just won’t say yes. But it’s making me want her more. “I’m serious,” I state firmly. “Will you?”

  “Okay,” she answers nonchalantly. “What time?”

  “Seven.”

  “If you aren’t here at seven, I’ll be at the hotel bar drinking myself to death because you stood me up.”

  “Oh, yes,” I say with a laugh. “I’ll be here. 6:55.”

  “You do realize you just jinxed yourself, right? Now you will be late.” She laughs.

  I realize how much I really love the sound of her laugh. It’s almost contagious. Just like her gorgeous smile. “I’ll be here. I promise.”

  I spend the rest of the day thinking about our date. It consumes me. My stomach is churning, and I’m beginning to think that I might have picked up some bug when it finally hits me that it’s nerves. I’m not accustomed to this feeling, which is why it took me so long to identify it.

  I’ve never been this nervous before in my life. Not even for my first date. I guess it’s because I’ve never really given a shit about a girl before. I want everything to go well with Jade, and I’m worried I might fuck it up somehow.

  I’m outside her door by 6:40. Which makes me fifteen minutes early for our date, but I’m too eager to wait any longer. I knock and she answers.

  “Now you’re too early,” she scolds, smiling that dazzling smile at me. Most of the hair on the left side of her head isn’t curled. Shit, I am too early. But she still looks gorgeous. “Sorry, I’ll get a drink and wait out here.”

  “No, no. Get your drink, but come in and talk to me while I’m getting ready.” She waves me inside.

  I pour myself a whiskey. The anxiety buzzing in me is at an all-time high, and I can’t seem to calm my jackrabbiting heart either. My jangled nerves are unusual, but I guess this whole situation is unusual for me. Jade has done the one thing no other woman ever has. She makes me give a damn.

  When I go back into her room, she has already curled the other half of her hair. I sit on the couch and watch her in the mirror as she puts on her makeup.

  “Did you get the email I sent you about Roberton and Payne?”

  “Uh…huh.” I’ve never watched a woman paint her face. Quite fascinating the trouble they go to. Still, the effect is stunning.

  She paints her lips last. Fire-engine red. She smiles slowly at me. “Now I’ve just got to slip into my stockings.”

  My eyebrows rise.

  She stands and lifts her foot up to the padded stool she was sitting on and rests the tips of her toes on it. Then she gathers her stocking into a bunch and begins to slip it over her toes. Loads of women have given me strip shows, but no one told me watching a woman get into her stockings could be so damn sexy.

  Hell, it’s almos
t an art.

  By the time she pulls the nude gossamer fabric past her calf and it reaches her thigh, all of it being done through the gap in the front of her bathrobe, I am rock hard. I take a big gulp of my drink and try not to look so hypnotized.

  From underneath her bathrobe she finds the clip of the suspender belt and expertly attaches it to the stockings. When she lifts the other leg to repeat the procedure her action parts the robe and I see her pussy covered in white satin. I walk over to her and rip the bathrobe off her body.

  My eyes greedily devour her breasts in her white lacy half-cup bra, before I push her back down on the padded seat.

  “We’ll be late,” she protests.

  I don’t even bother to answer as I fall to my knees. While looking into her eyes, I take the stocking from her hand. Grabbing her foot, I copy her action and slowly pull the thin material up her smooth leg. The clasp is a bit fiddly for my big fingers, so she pushes aside my hand and fixes the straps herself. I grab both her ankles and open her legs wide. The crotch of her panties are soaked.

  “Hold your legs open,” I order.

  “Luke,” she cries, but she obeys my instruction and keeps her legs wide apart for me.

  I push aside the silky material and look at her pussy. I watch her dripping for me. And it is fucking beautiful. I slide two fingers into her wet core.

  “Oh, God,” she groans. “Don’t, Luke.”

  I place her stockinged feet on my shoulders and burying my head between her legs, licking herjuicy fruit.

  She stops protesting and claws her fingers into my hair instead.

  I don’t lift my head again until she has climaxed into my mouth and I have licked her clean.

  “There,” I state with satisfaction. “Now you’re ready to put on your dress.

  Her chest heaves. “I’m never getting dressed in front of you again. You’re an animal.”

  She has no idea. What I really want to do is throw her on the bed, turn her meticulously curled hair into a tangled mess and have her lipstick all over my cock. “Hurry up, or you’ll really see what an animal I am.” I slap her open pussy and she snaps her legs shut. I stand and walk back to the couch. I have such a hard-on I can’t watch her get dressed anymore. I go outside to the lounge and refill my glass. I hear a sound and turn around.

  She is standing at the doorway of her bedroom dressed in a slinky black dress and very high heels. She is at least three inches taller than normal. Her shoulders are bare except for thin straps. The dress is not tight, but every curve of her body is on display. I think of all the men who will look at her and feel a tightening in my gut. I squash it down. They can look, but I’ll be the one taking her home and fucking her senseless.

  “Wow,” I exclaim softly.

  “Now, you’re just exaggerating,” she retorts, making a face. This time, she sounds as nervous as I feel.

  “You know me better than that. I never exaggerate,” My heart is thumping in my chest.

  She smiles. “Yeah. You’re not one for exaggerating.”

  “That’s right.” I stand and walk over to her. “Are you mine, Jade Emerson?”

  She looks up at me. Her eyes shiny and enormous. Her plump lips part. “Yes.”

  “No flirting with other men?” I murmur.

  She shakes her head. “No.”

  “Only me?”

  “Only you,” she confirms softly.

  “Good. Because I don’t want to punch anyone tonight.”

  A slow smile spreads across her face and her voice is teasing and playful. “So, you’re saying we’re like, together?”

  An unfamiliar feeling of affection radiates from my chest making me feel wonderful. A smile forms unbidden on my face. “Is that what you want?” I ask.

  She shrugs, but humor dances in her eyes. “Hey, you’re the one talking about me not flirting with other men. Your words, not mine.”

  I test the waters. “I can take it back if that’s what you want.”

  “You better not,” she says seriously. “I belong to you, remember?”

  I nod. Satisfaction fills me at her response. I’m not used to feeling this way. It’s new but good. So much for not being impulsive.

  I lightly brush my lips with hers and her perfume fills my nostrils. God, she is intoxicating. If I stand here a moment longer, we’re going nowhere. “Let’s go.”

  Downstairs, we leave the great glass door and the balmy tropical night envelopes us like a long-lost friend. There is excitement in the hot air. My blood drums in my ears as I watch Jade climb into the waiting limo.

  Chapter 16

  Luke

  It is lovely and cool inside the limo. I uncork a mini bottle of champagne and pour it into a pair of fluted glasses. She watches me from beneath her lashes. Her thigh is touching mine. I hand her a glass.

  “We’re like what, ten minutes in?” she asks. “And you’re already trying to get me drunk?” She shrugs. “It works, I guess.” Her laughter bubbles up like the champagne in her glass, and it’s just as intoxicating.

  “I don’t need to get you drunk. Behold last night and this morning,” I counter, grinning at her.

  “Touché.” Tipping her head back, she slams the whole thing.

  I take a sip and watch her. I’m trying to understand why she gets under my skin the way she does. Why her?

  She opens a lidded container. It has little canapes. She bites into it delicately. “Mmm…lemon grass and chicken.”

  “Let me taste,” I urge.

  “Get your own. I’m not sharing.”

  “I don’t like to share, either,” I say, my voice low.

  She knows exactly what I mean, and I watch a smile cross her face. I can tell she might just like me as much as I like her.

  We get to the restaurant, and I help her out of the limo. Inside, a hostess in traditional costume puts her palms together and leads us to a table. There are palm fronds all around us. Every head turns to look at us. We must look good together.

  The wine list is not the best I’ve seen, but I order a light Muscadet to go with our high spiced food.

  “To us,” I say, lifting my wine glass.

  “To us,” she echoes.

  The delicate way she sips her wine is driving me crazy. Everything she does is sexy to me. She could snort when she laughs, and I would still find it charming as hell. “You’re fucking sexy, you know.”

  “Oh please,” she says with a laugh, but then she licks the rim of her wine glass.

  It’s something that many a woman have done to tantalize me, but when she does it, it pierces right to the heart of me, sending desire surging through my veins. I want her bad. And I want her right now.

  I picture ripping her dress off and sucking on her gorgeous tits right in the middle of the restaurant. Laying her on the table and eating her out for dinner and dessert. My cock stirs in my pants.

  “What?” she asks, a single, delicate eyebrow raised.

  “Nothing.”

  “No, tell me,” she prompts.

  “What if I don’t want to?” I tease.

  “Well then, I guess we won’t be having sex anymore,” she says,

  I stare at her. Surrounded by ferns and greenery she is like a seductive nymph. “Why is that?”

  “If you can’t tell me what you’re thinking, then I can’t let you into my pants.” She shoots me a seductive smile.

  This girl is killing me, and I’m loving every second of it. I’m starting to think that this thing between us might just work out after all. The food arrives and it is delicious. I do that thing I never do. I spear a morsel of food on the end of my fork and hold it out for her.

  She takes it between her lips. Her eyes watching me. Oh, sexy.

  Then she flutters her eyelashes comically and laughs at herself.

  I laugh too.

  We have so much fun together, and for the first time, I want more of that in my life. Fun. But not just any kind of fun. Fun with her. Fun where we go back and forth, teasing each o
ther. Fun that makes everything we do together exciting and new, even if it’s not the first time we’ve done it. Her stockinged foot slides up my leg.

  God, I want this woman.

  I excuse myself from the table and go to the restroom. I’ve got to adjust myself because the conversations we were having, the thoughts I’ve been thinking, and her wandering leg, have given me a painful erection. This is definitely not the sort of place for me to be showing it off.

  As I re-enter the dining area, I run into a business associate from way back, Matt. We weren’t close or anything, but we’ve hung out outside of work before. I haven’t seen him for years, and I almost didn’t recognize him.

  “Luke-fucking-Remington,” he says loudly, clapping his meaty hand on arm.

  “Hey, man,” I reply, surprised to meet him in Bangkok of all places.

  “How the hell are you?”

  Alcohol fumes hit me in the face and I lean back slightly. “I’m good. Really good, in fact. What are you doing here?”

  He grins broadly. “Business, of course. Like there’s anything else? What about you? Is this business or pleasure?”

  I shrug. “Business, mostly.”

  He gives me a skeptical look. “I didn’t recognize you from the back before, but if you’re with that hot chick over there, I guessing she’s the eager little assistant, and you’re dipping your pen in the company ink, huh? You dirty dog, you.” He laughs at his own joke and slides his eyes over to where Jade is sitting. “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t mind a bit of that ass myself.”

  I’m not laughing. My stomach is churning. I hate the way he’s talking about Jade. As if she’s nothing. A piece of meat. And like I’m hanging around her just to get laid.

  My whole life, I’ve had issues with relationships because my dad cheated on my mom with his bimbo secretary. It broke up the family, my mom never got over it and I hated my dad for it. It’s been weighing heavily on my mind ever since I saw Jade in that towel, but I’ve pushed the thought away more than once when she and I are together.