The view I have as I follow her out of the meeting room is beyond incredible. I can’t help but watch the sway of her hips, which hardens my cock painfully. Imagining her bent over while I pound into her from behind runs through my mind. To hear that sexy accent calling out my name as she comes hard all over my dick while it’s buried deep inside her tight body would be exquisite.
Visions of her in nothing but lace entrance me. Her creamy skin would look exquisite in the soft black material. When she leans down to grab her purse, my throat dries and my hands fist at my sides.
“She’s definitely easy on the eye.” Bennett’s voice in my ear cuts through the haze.
“Don’t go scaring her off before we’ve even got to the second step,” I hiss under my breath. I know I agreed to share her, but for some reason, I don’t know if she’ll go for it. Her body language, the tension in her shoulders are telltale signs that she’s nervous around us.
He glances at me with curiosity. My possessiveness is enough to have him stepping back. Shit, this woman is already fu*king with my head.
“Ready.” Her sweet voice comes filtering through our standoff.
I need to calm the fu*k down. He knows there are integral steps to having a woman pliable between us. I take the first tow, and he takes the last.
“Let’s go, Ms. Carmel. Bennett, I’ll see you later.” Without waiting for a reply, I walk out toward the lift and push the call button. When she steps beside me, I inhale deeply as the scent of her perfume fills the air around us. A soft scent of orange blossom has my mouth watering and I wonder if she tastes as sweet as she smells.
The lift arrives after a moment and I wait for her to enter first then follow.
Pressing the ground floor button, I watch the steel doors close.
Being alone in a confined space with her has every inch of my body alert and my hands itch to touch her. To feel how silky her skin is. I’d love to fist her hair and thrust my cock between those perfect arse cheeks.
Clearing my throat to hide the groan, I turn to her. “Do you enjoy doing this? Selling and buying properties?”
She smiles and my heart kicks so hard against my ribs it feels as if it’s trying to break out of my chest.
“I do. I found an early love for buildings and architecture. Drawing wasn’t a passion, but history was. The story the walls of an old building hold is fascinating. As soon as I finished school, an opportunity arose for me to learn more about the profession, buying and selling, as well as appraising.”
The reverence with which she talks about her work is intriguing.
Not only is she beautiful and sexy, but incredibly intelligent.
“Who taught you about architecture?” My question immediately brings sadness over her perfect features and her smile falters.
“My father.” She drops her voice as if he’ll hear her talking about him.
“And where is he now?” As soon as I ask I feel guilty because tears shimmer in those amethyst eyes. They glisten as if there’s a flame behind them and I realize that no jewel could sparkle and capture me the way her eyes do.
“He’s... Uhm…” She straightens and lifts her chin. “He passed away when I was twelve.” Her voice cracks and I have the urge to hold her. But I don’t. I stand there like the cold-hearted bastard I am. The one who doesn’t want love, only a good fu*k.
“I’m sorry.” My response is automatic, but she offers a slight nod. The doors slide open and I step out first, forgetting my manners. I stop and turn. My fingers find the small of her back and she flinches. She’s not used to being touched. Well, too bad, sweet thing, you’ll be used to being touched, kissed, and fu*ked when we’re done with you. And you’re going to love every fu*king second.
I flash a smile at Lizzie when we pass the reception desk. She’s a lovely girl and I know she’s got eyes for her boss. Who am I kidding, the whole female population is blinded by my best friend.
When we step onto the pavement, I murmur, “Over here, love.” Leading her over to the waiting car, I open the door. While she slips into the bench seat I take in an eyeful of her arse and decide my favorite view is her bent over in front of me.
I need to fu*k her to get rid of this ache because it’s the only way I’ll be able to work with her. There’s no other option because a hard-on every time I’m around her is going to be unpleasant.
Once I’ve shut the door I glance over at her. “You can tell Baines the address.”
She leans forward and gives him an address of the hotel not far from where one of our other properties is. My father must have chosen this one for a reason.
Her body is so close to mine I can feel the current racing between us. There’s a nervous edge to her. Glancing at my driver in the rear-view mirror, I give him a nod. The partition rises and we’re alone.
“I’m sorry if I upset you earlier. I didn’t mean to pry. My conversation skills clearly aren’t up to par.” I offer a smile and she gives me a brilliant one in return.
“It’s okay. I just don’t talk about him much because I don’t have any friends who knew me when I was younger.”
I can’t help frowning at her explanation. How do you not know anyone from your childhood?
“What do you mean? You don’t have any childhood friends?”
“No, I came out here alone. When I left home at eighteen, my past stayed behind. There wasn’t anyone who would… I mean, there’s just nobody in my life right now.” She stumbles over her words and I realize there’s a lot more to this intriguing beauty and I want to peel back layer by layer until I’ve found out what lies beneath the exquisite exterior.
“It’s such a foreign concept to me. I’ve always been surrounded by family and people who called themselves friends, but weren’t. The thought of being alone scares me.” I don’t know why I’m confessing my deepest fears to this woman. I don’t want to lay myself bare in front of her. She’s not here forever, not my forever. Even though one day I’d like that, I know my past choices aren’t as pristine as I’d like people to think.
I’ve never been a good man. My actions were merely paid off by my father—hundreds and thousands of pounds. When you have money like we do, everything you do can be swept under the rug. Even when my uncle—my mother’s brother—went down the slippery slope of addiction, the famous Mr. Hamilton stepped up and paid for him to go to rehab in one of the most expensive centers.
My past is riddled with those mistakes. Each one of them worse than the other. From women, to drugs, I did it all. But it’s when I truly fu*ked up, when I hit rock bottom did I realize I needed to pull myself together. My father forced me to return to London, and it welcomed me happily.
When I chose to study in America, Dad supported me. I was the youngest student at Yale, and because my parents couldn’t leave the family business, I traveled with my uncle as my guardian. He was there for me to a certain extent, but he was also the reason my life fell apart.
Bennett was the only friend who stuck around when we left. He followed me to the US and we partied like rock stars, and when I was dragged back to London, he followed too and he made a name for himself. First working for a security company before finding his footing in real estate.