Chapter 10
ten
Graham suddenly shoves himself away from the table in Meeting Pod C and stalks to the concealed corner of the room.
With glittering black eyes, he backs up against the wall. His hands go to his pockets, his stance one of easy confidence as he watches me.
Waiting.
Thinking I’ll follow.
And —ayúdame Dios— I want to .
…I want to?!
His fine, flashy clothes fit his lean strength to a T. There’s something sexy about the way he pulls off outfits no other man would even attempt. From his spotless white tie to his navy wing-tipped shoes, the man has style and elegance all his own.
It doesn’t hurt that he continues to be one of the single most gorgeous men I’ve ever laid eyes on. With his dark, overly-long hair slicked straight back and his face clean-shaven, I can admire every line of his arresting features—the straight nose, the bulging muscles of his jaw, the divot gracing his chin.
Pulsing energy pools in my core. The thrill of it tightens my nipples into hard points and grips my gullet, squeezing a harsh exhale from my throat.
I tell myself I have to be wrong.
Surely, this polished businessman wouldn’t come on to me in the middle of a meeting. Inside Stryker I already know them.
So I say, “Shut up.”
And I kiss him.
My hand cups his clenched jaw as my mouth crushes his. Even in heels, I have to arch my back to reach. But the second I do, Graham snatches me up against him.
A low, feral sound tears from his throat while one hand clutches the back of my neck and the other curves around my ass, tugging me tighter against his lean hardness. When I feel the size of his cock, a startled inhale escapes me, parting my lips to the sweep of his tongue.
He grinds his erection into me and rumbles against my mouth. “All for you, bijou .”
My traitorous body has a mortifying response to the notion of his big cock being mine . Liquid desire trickles from my core. My inner muscles tweak tight. The twinge between my thighs throbs, begging for the thick slide of him.
His tongue mimics the thrusts I desperately want elsewhere, claiming my mouth with possessive plunges before retreating in slow, tantalizing strokes. I moan into his kisses, pressing my heavy, tingling breasts into his chest.
Graham likes that. His fingers spear the low chignon at the nape of my neck, holding me just so and slanting his lips over mine from a new angle. The hand cupping my backside sweeps lower, finding the slit in my skirt. He caresses the sensitive skin there before leisurely gliding upward, to the place where my thighs meet my ass.
Belatedly, I recall that my tight pencil skirt didn’t allow for underwear. Graham discovers my bare skin and pulls back on a grunt, stabbing me with his molten black gaze.
“Where the fuck are your panties?” he growls, low and thick.
I want to give him a cheeky reply, but I can’t stop panting. His fingertips curl into the cleft of my center, teasing the wet heat. His jaw grinds as his eyes fall closed.
“Jesus,” he whispers. “ Juliet .”
My name on his lips sends a new thrill through me. I slip my hand between our bodies and grasp his steely length through his pants, stroking him in one long tug.
A broken snarl tears from his chest. On the second stroke, Graham drops his face into the crook of my neck and speaks around labored breaths.
“What are you doing to me? I can’t stop .”
I know the feeling. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Lust thunders through my veins, drowning out my awareness of anything but him.
Squeezing his erection in both hands, I bite into his neck, just above his collar. A lung-full of air sloughs out of him, along with a groan. “Juliet, please.”
I don’t know if he’s begging me to stop or keep going, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t resist the way he reacts to me.
By the fourth pass of my palms over his rigid length, Graham starts to grind into my touch. His fingers respond in kind, finding my pussy and teasing me with soft, circular caresses until I clench against him.
“Goddamn you,” he curses, taking my mouth in another punishing kiss.
All of my muddled passions bleed together as he pushes one long finger inside of me. Tightening around him, I gasp. “I hate you.”
Graham’s cock swells under my hand. “I have never hated anyone this much,” he agrees, resuming our kiss.
A second finger joins the first, curving to reach a spot inside that makes me hiss. I fumble with the zipper of his trousers, dying to feel the heat and hardness of him in my palm.
But Graham suddenly freezes. His fingers slip out of me in a wet rush while his other hand tightens around my nape.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
Another sound sinks past the hum of my pulse. My heart nearly stops. Until I turn and realize that it’s just an alarm, clanging out of his abandoned phone.
Our hour is up.
I find myself alone against the wall. My body pulses with pent-up need as a shiver of loss chills my spine. Everything between my legs throbs.
Like a feral jungle cat, Graham stalks back to the table. He bends over it, spreading his arms wide to brace himself while he stares down.
But his eyes are closed. His chest heaves subtly. White-knuckled hands grip the edge of the metal tabletop.
“Fix your hair,” he directs, his tone as black as his expression.
For the first time, I do as I’m told. He’s only managed to loosen a few pins. It takes me a second to right them.
Without opening his eyes, he continues, “I’m going to leave, and you’re going to stay here for five minutes to gather up your shit. You’re flushed. You need to settle before you walk out there.”
Graham releases a long breath and stares straight at the window opposite him, not glancing in my direction. “I’ll read all this shit and come back tomorrow at the same time. Do not reserve this room again. Put us in Pod A, where everyone can look in.”
His head snaps to the side. Black eyes pierce me. “This never happened. Agreed?”
I swallow an irrational swell of hurt. He is, after all, completely correct in every way. It can’t happen again. And it would be best to pretend it hadn’t happened at all.
“Agreed.”