Page 70 of Fifth Avenue Flirt

“Now, you’re mine,” I say.

She turns a full 360 degrees as she exits the lift. “Maybe.”

As soon as I’m out of the lift and in my foyer, I scoop her off her feet. She squeals and the sound travels right to my balls.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking the quickest route to my bedroom. You’re way too slow in those heels.”

“I’d be happy to take them off.”

“Absolutely not,” I growl. “I’m going to fuck you in them.”

She slides her hand over my jaw and looks at me with so much intensity, something inside me shifts. It’s such a small movement and she doesn’t say anything, but I know what she’s communicating. She’s telling me that what we’re going to do is far more than fuck.

It’s a terrifying thought, but it’s the only thing I want to do.

“It’s going to be good,” I reassure her, or both of us.

“I know,” she says. “Better than good.”

Fuck.

I set her on her feet as we get into my bedroom and we both stare at each other. It’s like we’re on the event horizon and the slightest movement will have us tumbling into a black hole that neither of us will ever come back from.

“I want you,” she whispers, as she slides her hand up my shirt and under my suit jacket, pushing it off my shoulders.

I want her.

More than I should.

“I want you too.” More than I’ve ever wanted any woman.

“You have me.”

I close my eyes at the overwhelming idea that what she’s saying might be true.

With my jacket off, her fingers find the waist of my trousers. But I’m not ready for that.

“Your turn,” I say, and I set to work undressing her. Carefully, finding the buttons and zips, peeling and pushing fabric this way and that until she’s completely naked apart from her shoes.

She’s a vision.

“You like to get me naked when you’re still dressed.”

She’s right, I do.

“I’m not focused on me. I’m focused on you.”

“But I want to see you too.”

Right now, I’ll do anything this woman asks of me.

I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off, then take off everything else until I’m completely naked standing opposite her.

I step towards her until we’re so close that we’re almost touching.

She pulls in a breath.