Inevitable Sneak Peek
“This can’t happen again.” His deep voice rumbled through his chest and into my ear.
I lifted my head, my dark tresses falling over my face like the wings of a raven. “Be serious, Jonathan.”
“I am serious, Sumner.” He shook his head, rolling away from me and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “This shouldn’t have happened at all.” He cradled his head in his hands.
“But it did.” I crawled across the bed on my knees. The plush hotel room smelled of sex and desire, the rumpled sheets undeniable proof of what we’d done. “It happened, and we both know we want it to continue happening.”
I trailed my fingernail along his shoulder, studying the way his muscles bunched beneath the skin. His body was incredible. And even though I’d now licked and kissed every inch of him, I wanted more. One night wasn’t enough.
Hell, it had taken us months to get to this point. Months of accidental brushes in the elevator and heated gazes across the conference room. Months of pent-up tension begging to break free. But that wasn’t even the worst of it, because the truth was, I’d been waiting years for this man to notice me.
Jonathan Wolfe , I sighed, admiring the hard planes of his back. My father’s best friend—and my boss for the summer.
To everyone else, he was Wolfe. A successful businessman. A perfectionist. Demanding and shrewd. But to me, he’d always just been Jonathan. Beneath the cool facade was a man of warmth and kindness, a man who’d always been caring and insightful.
Which was why I still couldn’t believe he was lying in my bed. After a night I’d fantasized about countless times. The reality had been even better than I’d imagined. His beard scratching the delicate skin of my thighs. His hands canvassing my body. His lips…
He stood, and I grabbed his hand, my lower lip jutting out. “Where are you going?”
We still had a few hours until our first meeting, and I didn’t want to waste a moment. I wanted to make love and eat room service. Shower together. Just enjoy this freedom away from Los Angeles. Away from the office. Away from my father.
It was as if a switch had been flipped. Now that I’d had sex with Jonathan, I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t afraid to say it. My confidence had been building all summer thanks to his encouragement. But last night, I’d finally taken what I wanted. And it felt good to admit it.
Jonathan slid out of my grasp, evading my gaze as he grabbed his suit pants from the floor. “I’m returning to my room to get ready.” He pulled them up, buttoning the top before yanking his shirt from the dresser, his movements aggressive, angry. “I suggest you do the same. I’ll see you in the lobby at nine.”
He’s serious. I frowned. I was still coming down from the euphoria of my latest orgasm, and he was ruining it. He was ruining everything.
“What about the rest of the trip?” I’d wanted this— him —for so long. And feeling emboldened after last night, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass us by. We were going to be in New York for almost an entire week. Did he really intend to ignore this thing between us and pretend it had never happened?
“Sumner. I—” He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes briefly. “You’re my best friend’s daughter. My fucking intern. Not to mention, you’re twenty years younger than me.”
Twenty-one years younger. But I wasn’t going to remind him of that. Besides, what difference did it really make?
I lifted a shoulder, enjoying the way his eyes flickered to my breasts. “So?”
“So you have to understand why this can’t happen again.”
Age didn’t matter—at least not to me. I wouldn’t be an intern at his company much longer. The summer was nearly over, and then I’d start grad school. As to his final objection, I couldn’t change who my father was, but as Piper had reminded me, it wasn’t like he needed to know.
I climbed off the bed, gratified by the way Jonathan scanned me hungrily. He might claim we were done, but his body said otherwise. I closed the distance between us, grabbing his tie from the armchair and looping it around his neck.
He clenched his jaw so hard, I thought he might crack a molar. “ Sumner. ”
“Jonathan.” I arched my brow, pulling him closer. “If all we have is this week, then we should make the most of it.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling a deep, shaky breath. “We?—”
“ Can ,” I said, already anticipating his protest. “We can, and we should. Now—” I leaned up on my toes, pressing my lips to his jaw “—I’m going to shower.” I spun and sauntered toward the bathroom, adding a little extra sway to my naked hips. It was an open invitation, and I hoped he’d take me up on it.
I started the water and wondered if I’d pushed him too far, asked for too much. We’d been buzzed when we’d fallen into bed together last night—on a high after closing another big deal, which was celebrated with drinks. Despite the alcohol coursing through our veins, we’d been sober enough to know what we were doing. But now in the harsh morning light, things were different—at least for him. And I hated the idea that he regretted it, regretted me .
I reached out to steady myself. I could never regret our night together, even if he currently wanted to pretend it had never happened. I dropped my head to my chest, disappointment washing over me.
But then a pair of warm arms slipped around me, his scent invading my nose. I sighed, closing my eyes as I leaned into his touch. As much as he tried to deny it, he was just as desperate for me as I was for him.
“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” I teased, smirking at him over my shoulder.
He growled, pulling me closer. His hard-on sought me out through his slacks, the buttons of his shirt digging into my spine. I welcomed it, welcomed the bite of pain. Because I wanted to etch this week into my memory, tattoo it on my brain the way this man was imprinted on my heart.
“Resist you? When I’m done, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.” He whispered the dark promise into my ear, and I shivered.
As steam billowed out of the shower, he ran his hand over my breasts, my hips, my thighs. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, my thoughts as clouded as the bathroom mirror. I wanted him. I’d wanted him for so long. But his touch was rough, as if he were angry with himself for wanting me.
“Get in,” he rasped.
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