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  “You have to drink,” she whispers.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

  “No,” she says quietly. “In their business culture, real conversations only occur when everybody is sloshed. The next morning all is forgotten on the surface, but the subtext and the friendship is not.”

  I shake my head and snap back to reality. “Right. Shit. I knew that. Thanks for the reminder.”

  This is the exactly the kind of distraction I don’t need. I studied my prospects. I know the protocols. But I lost sight of that because I have other things on my mind tonight. Better things. Hotter things. I have to refocus. This deal is almost closed. I can’t screw it up now.

  When the next round of drinks came, we all lift our glasses and drink. My head is foggy. I hope this is the last one.

  It isn’t.

  We stumble out of the restaurant. It’s hot outside. It matches the inferno burning in my veins and the need pounding in my body.

  Our Japanese clients are singing tunelessly. They can barely stand. They clap me on the back. We are all best friends now.

  The deal is in the bag.

  I try to help them into the back of the two black Mercedes Jade arranged for them, and almost fall in myself. They think that is hilarious and cannot stop laughing at Remington San.

  Both Jade and I stand in the heat of the night and wave them off.

  I feel Jade swaying next to me.

  Our limo rolls up in front of us. I half-carry, half-push her into the backseat and go around to the other side. My entrance is not a graceful affair. My feet get twisted up and my ass lands hard on the seat.

  Jade laughs. “You’re drunk, Mr. Remington,” she slurs.

  I lean my head against the seat. “Yes, I am, Miss. Emerson, but so are you.”

  The car takes a corner and she falls against my side. A jolt shoots through me at the feel of her against me. I perk up a bit through my drunken haze. It’s just her arm leaning against mine, but somehow it feels like the most intimate moment we’ve ever shared.

  I raise the partition as we speed off into the night. I’m trying not to get swept up in the moment. I should just keep it professional.

  “You did great tonight,” I say. “You’re the one who sealed that deal. Not me.”

  She leans her head on my shoulder, and suddenly, it’s difficult to breathe. “You helped, a whole lot,” she mumbles.

  “Even so, I’m impressed.”

  She giggles. “I bet you say that to all your assistants.”

  I smile down indulgently at her. Inside the cool cocoon of this car, it feels as if she belongs to me. Warm feelings fill my chest. I’m not sure if it’s her or the alcohol. Maybe both. “I really don’t. You’re the first assistant I’ve said that to.”

  She tilts her head up and our eyes meet. “Well, I’m honored, then, Sir,” she says, staring into my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, making her look even more beautiful. She nestles her head against my chest.

  I worry she’ll hear how fast my heart is beating. My arm is wedged between us and she shifts slight so her breast presses into me. She has no idea of the effect she has on me. She’s just drunk and almost certainly jetlagged. My insides clench at the feeling of her soft flesh squashed against me. I move, trying to make some space, but when I do, she follows, pushing even closer to me now.

  “Thank you for bringing me with you on this trip,” she murmurs.

  “No, need to thank me. I couldn’t leave you behind. After how you handled yourself tonight, you’ll be coming to all my meetings with me.”

  I feel her head nod against my chest. “Good. I’d like that. I’ve never been out of the country before. And certainly, never to a place like this.” She tries to make a sweeping movement with her hand and it falls flat on my chest.

  Her breath is warm against my skin. It sends tingling sensations radiating through my body. Desire rises up in me, hot and hard. The longer I spend this close to her, the more difficult it is to keep my thoughts clean.

  “I haven’t been this drunk since I was fifteen,” she adds. “When I accidentally drank a whole load of spiked punch. It was horrible. Ugh. I threw up all over my dress. And it was new too.” She hiccups. “Oh, ha-ha. I mean, what kind of spider is blue?” She looks at me with adoring eyes. “And you killed it. My hero.”

  The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, “You’re beautiful.”

  She gawks back at me, those sensuous hazel eyes wide with shock. “What?”

  “You heard me.” I reach down and stroke her chin.

  “Do you want to hear a secret?”

  “Sure.”

  “Pinky promise?”

  I can’t believe that I’m entangling my little finger with her. “Satisfied?”

  She takes a deep breath and confesses, “I think you’re really, really, really beautiful,” she stage-whispers.

  I smile and she catches my hand putting it in her lap. She lets go of my hand, but I don’t pull it away from her. I let it rests high on her thigh. My fingertips caress her skin softly through the fabric of her dress. My touch is light. I’m not sure she can even feel it.

  I know I shouldn’t be touching her like this. This is crossing a line, but she feels so damn good. I trace light circles on the material of her dress.

  Jade sighs in contentment and nestles closer to me.

  My hand keeps moving in the same spot. Every swirl of my fingers pulls the hem of her dress higher. Her skin is pale in the darkness. My eyes savor every inch of flesh as more and more is revealed. My cock aches with excitement. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so turned on.

  Jade’s breathing quickens. I feel it in the steady rise and fall of her chest against my arm. It makes me bolder. I slide her dress up more, to the point where I can almost see the cleft between her legs. My hand is on her skin now, with nothing separating us.

  She moans softly against me. Her hips are shifting now, almost imperceptibly, but the movement is hiking her dress up farther, revealing the white lace of her panties. My whole body throbs with desire. My cock strains against my zipper, begging for release.

  I slip my hand between her thighs and run my finger over her panties. She’s soaking wet. She moans again. The sound sends shivers through me and urges me on.

  My fingers slide over her in a steady rhythm. Her sweet juices slick my fingers, making it feel like nothing at all is separating me from her. Jade grabs my wrist, and I think she’s going to stop me. Instead, she pulls my hand against her. Her hips push up.

  She wants more.

  I slide my hand into her panties. She’s blazing hot beneath my touch. My fingers part her silky folds and I plunge a digit into her wetness. She gasps and clenches around me, tight and eager. I rest my palm over her hard clit while I stroke her.

  Jade buries her face in my chest to muffle the moans and little breathless sounds that escape her throat. I stroke her hair with one hand while I work the other furiously between her thighs. She squirms and rubs herself desperately against my hand. I speed up in response. I want to push her to her limits and beyond.

  Her cries are louder now. I can tell by the way her body is squirming that she can’t hold back any longer. Her whole body tenses up against me in sweet release.

  When she can breathe again, I tilt her head up to look at her. Our eyes meet, and I see my own desire reflected back at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.

  Just then, the limo stops. I look out the window to see our hotel.

  We can’t get upstairs fast enough.

  Chapter 5

  Jade

  Luke pulls me into the suite, and I’m tearing his clothes off before he can even close the door. What he did to me in the limo was amazing, but I need more. A lot more.

  His jacket comes off first. I run my fingers over his chest, savoring the feeling of him. Then I yank his shirt open, scattering buttons all over the room. This isn’t the first time I’m seeing his chest, but it’s the first ti
me I can touch it.

  His muscles tense where my fingers graze his skin. Power radiates from him. It’s as if that winged dragon tattoo is vibrating beneath my palms. I shiver at the feeling. It’s one thing to see how strong he is. It’s another to feel it up close.

  He shrugs his shirt from his shoulders, and it falls to the floor. My hands trail down his hard stomach, like I want to memorize every inch of him. Hungrily, I unfasten his belt and unbutton his pants.

  Luke watches me, his eyes hooded and glazed with lust. For two months, I’ve wanted Luke from afar, hated every woman who went out on his arm, or made the tabloid covers. Now he is here with me making my nerves sizzle as if they’re on fire.

  I pull his zipper down and feel his hardness thrusting at the material as I do it. His pants fall away, and I’m back where I was a few hours ago, him standing in front of me in just his underwear. There’s no mistaking the thick length of him straining against his boxer briefs.

  I stroke the length of it. It quivers beneath my hand, alive and eager. He groans. The sound is low and deep. It resonates inside me, filling me with desire.

  I can barely believe this is happening. This had just been a wild fantasy. Now it is coming true. I shoot Luke a look as I tug his underwear down his hips. His face looks strained with raw hunger. Then his cock is springing up in front of my face, begging for me.

  I run my tongue along his shaft. He tastes salty and manly. Luke grunts. I like hearing the animal-like noise coming from his mouth. It lets me know I’m making him feel good. Like I’m sexy and desirable. It urges me on.

  I take his thick head between my lips, and my tongue swirls around him, tracing his ridges. I glance up. His eyes are closed, and he is breathing heavily. I enjoy seeing him like this, under my control for once.

  As if he reads my thoughts, he reaches down, grabbing my arms, and raises me up. “If you keep doing that, sugar, I’m gonna explode, and I’m not ready to do that.” He takes a step back from me. “Strip for me. I want to see everything I didn’t see this afternoon.”

  I unzip my dress and let it slide off me. I reach behind and unclasp my bra. It springs away, and I shimmy out of it, deliberately making my breast jiggle.

  “Oh fuck,” he groans thickly.

  I slip my fingers into the rim of my panties and slip it down my thighs. My movements are still unsteady with the alcohol buzzing in my veins, and I nearly trip and fall over.

  He catches my almost naked body and lifts me into his strong arms.

  “Oh wow,” I say breathily, staring up at him in wonder.

  He carries me to his bedroom and drops me unceremonious onto his bed. I look up at him with wide eyes as he tears my panties from my hips with a single movement and tosses them to the floor.

  “Spread your legs,” he orders.

  I obey and he stands over me, his eyes roving, taking in all of me, then stopping between my legs. Normally, this kind of intense scrutiny would make me feel self-conscious, but tonight I’m too drunk to care. Besides, I can see how turned on he’s getting just from looking at me. He’s literarily licking his lips at the sight of my bare pussy.

  “You’re all mine, Jade,” he says, almost growling. “I’m gonna make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

  “No one’s stopping you,” I say daringly.

  Instantly, he’s beside me. His thick length digging against my thigh, hot and hard, his breath smelling of the mango we had for desert and sake.

  My head is swimming, but I want to kiss him so badly. I crave to know what that sweet fruit will feel like on my tongue when filtered through the sexiest man I’ve ever met. His mouth swoops down on mine, warm and demanding. His tongue pushes in, and I moan into him. As I suck his tongue and lose myself in that kiss, my body melts into his, and I forget where he ends and I begin.

  Time passes. Minutes, maybe hours pass.

  Then Luke raises his head and gazes down at me. His eyes burn into mine, then he dives in, licking, sucking, and biting my nipples. First one, then the other. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer to me. He trails kisses down my neck and chest nipping at my heated flesh. It sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

  I feel like I’m floating now, like if Luke wasn’t on top of me, I would drift up to the ceiling. Pleasure rocks through me. His mouth is electric. It sends my passion soaring to dizzying heights. I feel like I’m about to lose my mind.

  His hand slides down my body to rest between my legs. He circles my clit, reigniting that fire that he started in the limo. My insides throb with an empty ache, needing to be filled. My hips push impatiently against his hand.

  Suddenly, Luke grabs me and flips me over. My body presses against him, skin on skin. I love the way it feels, like I could touch every part of him at once.

  His big hands run possessively over my body. Without warning, he claws his hand into my hair, and yanks my head back so my throat is pulled up and exposed to him. “I want to feel the need beating in your blood,” he snarls, seconds before I feel his teeth bite down on my neck, and his thick finger pushes into me.

  I cry out with pain and pleasure. His mouth sucks at the pulse at my neck while he adds another finger inside me. They slide in and out of me, teasing me. I grind my hips against his hand, wanting more. It feels so damn good, but this isn’t enough. My body demands more. “I need you, Luke,” I groan.

  “Do you?”

  “I need you so bad.”

  “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  His words send a shiver through me. “Yes.”

  “Say it,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” I beg. The desperation in my voice matches the naked need inside me.

  As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Luke rolls me roughly onto my back. He grabs my ankles and hauls my ass to the edge of the mattress. He leans over me with his arms on either side of me, and positions his ready cock between my legs, not entering me just resting against my lips.

  My body trembles with anticipation.

  “Yeah, I can fuck you,” he growls as he slams into the very depths of me.

  My whole body jerks with the power of his thrust. He feels so big and amazing inside me. I’ve wanted this for so long. I had no idea how badly I needed this. How badly I need him. He rocks his hips, sliding in and out of me. Every stroke of his cock elicits a moan from me. I can’t stop myself. He’s in total control of me. I never want him to stop. I grab his hips to urge him on.

  Luke watches my face as he rams into me. He’s not thinking of someone else or something else. Right this moment, I am his whole world. There is nothing else except his cock deep inside my pussy. He leans down to kiss me. It sends a potent wave through me.

  Luke moves faster now. His breathing is ragged. It’s punctuated by grunts of pleasure. He’s so powerful and primal. He’s finding the most sensitive parts of me, building that delicious pressure up inside me. All I can do is hold onto him and let him pleasure me like I’ve never been pleasured before.

  Every pound pushes me closer to the breaking point. My hips buck beneath him, in time with his thrusts, burying him as deep inside me as he can go. Every nerve ending inside me screams at the feeling.

  Pleasure rushes through me, hot and wild. There’s no stopping it. No holding back. My entire body clenches in ecstasy as my orgasm rips through me. Luke roars above me, then freezes, as his cock spasms inside me, and fills me with his hot cum. We come together, joined in the most intimate way possible. Everything else in the world ceases to exist except the two of us, locked in pleasure.

  A long time later, he slides out of me and lays on the bed. His hands pull me next to him, and he wraps his arm around me.

  I lean my head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat matches my own. “That was amazing.”

  “You are amazing,” he says, holding me close.

  Almost immediately, exhaustion overwhelms me. My eyes drift close, and I
’m asleep.

  Chapter 6

  Jade

  I pry my eyelids open and flinch in the glaring morning light. Yellow sunlight is streaming in through the windows. My head pounds, and my mouth is dry and sour. The slight movement makes my head throb even worse.

  How much did I have to drink last night?

  I’m not a heavy drinker. A few glasses of wine to take the edge off after work was about as tipsy as I ever get. I don’t have time to go out and party like I did in college. Luke keeps me too busy for that.

  Luke. Fuck.

  I swivel my head slowly, trying not to piss off the giant hammering away on the inside of my skull.

  Luke lies next to me. He’s not wearing any clothes.

  Neither am I.

  Holy shit.

  The events of last night are hazy. Once the drinks started flowing, everything after is foggy. Like something from a half-remembered dream. But it wasn’t a dream. Waking up naked in Luke’s bed is proof enough that what happened last night was very real.

  Oh, shit. We didn’t even use a condom!

  I inch my way off the bed, slowly and quietly. I can’t wake him up. I don’t want him to see me like this. It was fine last night, I was tanked up on alcohol and lust, but I can’t handle it in the harsh light of day. Worse, I might see regret in his eyes. I definitely couldn’t handle that right now. My head hurts too much to even think rationally.

  I need to get away.

  The world spins when I stand up. I freeze and wait for my head to clear. There’s a good chance I’m still drunk, but not in a fun way. Painfully, I locate the first of my discarded clothes. The tattered remnants of my torn panties. The image of Luke tearing them from my hips and flinging them away flashes in my head.

  Fuck, that was hot.

  I tiptoe out his bedroom into the living area. Gathering my clothes to my chest, I make to my bedroom, and I shut the door behind me quietly. For the first time since I woke up, I feel like I can actually breathe.