Page 178 of Boardroom Sins

“Did you just make this?” I ask stupidly.

He sets the tray across my lap and settles onto the edge of the bed. “I have many talents.”

“I’ll say.”

Before I can reach for the fork, though, he picks it up himself. He scoops a bite of eggs and holds it to my lips.

I gape at him.

“Open,” he commands.

“I have functioning hands, for your information.”

“Let me spoil you, sweetheart. Open.”

Twist my arm, why don’t you?Blushing, I open.

The eggs are disgustingly good. Light and buttery with a hint of herbaceous chives. I make an embarrassing sound of appreciation, and Lukas’s eyes darken with satisfaction.

He feeds me another bite. Then another. I quickly get over the ridiculousness of it and decide to lean into theactually, this is kinda hot-ness of it instead.

It’s not often in a girl’s life that a man like Lukas Lazarev lets his finger graze your lower lip after putting a slice of honey-drizzled mango in there. I’d have to be a fool to not appreciate it.

But they haven’t yet invented something so good that I can’t still find a way to ruin it.

So, between bites, a question that’s been bothering me comes blurting from my lips.

“I know you really don’t want to talk about it, but I have to ask.” Lukas’s face screws up in a scowl, but he lets me continue.“Why did you really do it? You just walked out of the boardroom without a fight. Kir’s gonna take everything, isn’t he?”

Lukas sighs and sets down a half-eaten piece of toast. His gaze is aimed out of the window, but I get the feeling he’s not seeing that at all. He looks at me before he finally speaks.

“I saw your face.”

I stop. “… What?”

He pulls my hand into his lap. “I looked across the room and saw you watching me. And I knew… Iknew,that if I fought Kir, I’d win. There was never any doubt about that. But I couldn’t be sure that you wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire. And to me, that risk wasn’t worth the reward. I said to him what I meant: He can have the company. Just so long as I get you.”

Oh, this smooth-talking son of a bitch.

Just when I thought I couldn’t melt anymore, he makes me gooey all over again.

I grab him, my two hands not enough to fully encircle his wrist, and drag him into bed with all my might. Toast crumbs go flying everywhere, but I don’t care. I’m too busy pushing him on his back and climbing on top.

His eyes go dark as I straddle his hips. I can feel him rise up beneath me. He’s already hard, straining toward me like wedidn’thave sex five or six times yesterday. Everything they say about the sexual stamina of older men is a lie, I’m learning. No little blue pill required—Lukas Lazarev can’t get enough of me.

Nor I of him.

When I sink down onto him, we both groan. The stretch is almost too much. He’s so fuckingbig, and I’m still really sore from yesterday, but the delicious fullness overwhelms everything else. I start to rock back and forth, up and down, grinding to settle onto and around him.

His hands flex against the sheets. Every muscle in his body coils. He’s letting me lead, I realize. Letting me take what I want.

Lukas Lazarev sharing control… I never thought I’d see the day.

We make love like that. I find a way to ride him that makes the veins in his forehead pulse. He palms my breasts and strokes my clit, and when we cum, we do it almost at the exact same time. I get one glimpse of the eyes rolling back in his head before mine do the same.

When I come back to myself, I’m collapsed on his chest. Both of us are breathing hard. He grazes his knuckles tenderly over my cheek.

I look up at him and grin. “You know something? I think I kinda like this whole ‘sex’ thing.”