Page 56 of To Tango, with Desire

She nodded, and I slid my hand beneath all that heat, working her clit, hitting that spot that she seemed to crave the most. She gripped my shoulders, eyes closed now as she rocked against my hand. Her mouth was parted, her cheeks flushed. She was stunning, exposed to me like this. Breathtaking.

I swiped my tongue over her nipple, sucking and rolling the peak in my mouth.

“Let go, Amira,” I muttered. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

She cried out, jerking against my hand as she orgasmed. She shuddered and rocked over me, milking every bit of her pleasure. I waited until her legs stopped trembling before I withdrew my hand.

When she opened her eyes, I licked my fingers. I’d had a taste of her and I wanted more.

She gasped, eyes wide.

“You taste just as sweet as I remembered.”

She bit her lip, face flushed.

I picked up her underwear, smelling the soft material, inhaling her scent. She watched, wide-eyed as I slipped it inside my pocket. “You won’t need this tonight.”

“Zane!”

“I’ll drive you home, but I want to do so knowing there’s nothing on beneath that dress. Every time I look at you, I want to be reminded of what just happened. I want to remember how I made you come.”

Her small nod of approval was all I needed.

Placing a gentle kiss on her nose, I shifted.

“What about you?” She gestured to the tent in my suit pants.

“That’s my sin for taking liberties with you.”

“I—”

“As much as I want to bury my cock inside you or, hell, watch that pretty mouth suck me off, what just happened was purely for your pleasure. Now, unless you want me to pass out from this hard-on, it’s time I drove you home.”

Amira rolled her eyes but acquiesced, sliding off my lap.

It took all my strength to focus on the roads and not her body on the drive back.

I watched the gentle sway of her hips as she walked up to her front door, and I groaned. I’d need a cold shower to get through tonight.

But deep down inside, I knew nothing would dull this desire.

FIFTEEN

ZANE

Amira walked—no, sashayed—into my office that Monday in what could only be described as a power suit. Her tailored blue pants hugged her ass and that white V-neck blouse offered a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts.

She was dressed to kill and from the glint in her eyes, she meant business. I appreciated her determination, her desire to get what she wanted out of this deal.

So what if I couldn’t love her? That didn’t mean she would be unhappy in this relationship. And while my tactics might have been ruthless, she wouldn’t be deprived of anything.

I stood, taking my time to cross the room.

“No skirt today?”

Her mouth parted. “Zane,” she warned, the fire in those golden-brown eyes burning bright. “I came here to talk terms. Not be seduced.”

“Pity,” I murmured, nuzzling her neck. I planted kisses up the column of her throat, inhaling the delicate scent. “I’ve had fantasies of what I would do to you in my office.”