A calm descends with her concession. I celebrate with a victory smirk. “Then it will be yours.”
The thump from our landing is still screwing with my equilibrium when Landon hustles me off the plane. He escorts me from the hanger to a waiting town car, blocking the top of my head from bumping the frame. I could almost call him considerate.
He serves me champagne with a strawberry slice on the rim. His focus is riveted on my every move as we’re chauffeured through downtown. Our conversation had tapered off prior to exiting the jet. The quiet swirls around us in a comfortable lull. The promise of what he’s planning for us settles on my chest with soothing warmth. A girl has to collect some serious willpower to resist caving against this fairytale treatment. It’s all for show, though. I’m more than well aware of that fact.
We don’t stop at my hotel. Forget freshening up a touch. Landon hauls my ass straight to his office. People turn to gape at us as we stride across the sprawling lobby. His attention never wavers from the elevator bank straight ahead. He enters a code for us to access the top floor. The ride up is silent, but I don’t feel the need to intrude on our contemplative bubble.
When the doors slide open, more serenity greets us. The room is a mixture of light and dark. Pristine white walls swallow us as we step out into the vast area. Black hardwood gleams from beneath our feet. Furniture and fixtures are arranged sparingly for a simplistic layout. A few stragglers bustle about across the elegant space.
As if hearing my thoughts, Landon fills in the gaps. “This entire level is reserved for me. Only approved staff are allowed up here.”
“More privacy,” I muse while he guides me to the left.
“Precisely.” His murmur ghosts along my neck.
A man about my age, maybe a few years younger, leaps up from his seat behind a polished desk. “Good morning, Ms. Simons.” His fumbling ceases as he straightens to address his boss. “Sir.”
I almost falter at his greeting. A glance at a nearby clock confirms his choice. It’s odd to consider how much we’ve already accomplished before noon. Efficiency has many forms, it seems.
Landon offers a sharp nod while keeping our brisk pace. “Walt.”
“Hello.” I give a jolly finger wave. “It’s nice to put a face to the voice.”
A tiny smile ticks a corner of his mouth. “Likewise.”
“We are not to be disturbed.” They exchange a glance that I assume conveys more authority than Landon’s harsh tone.
“Understood,” Walt says as we pass.
“I’ll buzz when we’re ready for lunch. We’ll be ordering in.” The demand rolls from his tongue with practiced ease.
His assistant sits and begins typing at rapid speed. “Got it.”
Landon steers me into an enormous corner office. The massive room would be more appropriately termed a suite. Windows cover two walls from floor to ceiling. My feet automatically take me to the center point. I press my hands flat to the glass, absorbing the cityscape spreading in each direction.
His footsteps clip just behind me, announcing his approach. “What do you think?”
“The view is incredible.” And it truly is. The river and lake are both visible, highlighting the crowded metropolis far below.
“Do you believe me now?” There’s no missing his cocky lilt.
I roll my eyes at the mesmerizing scene. “This is just one thing.”
He erases another foot separating us. “Would you be interested in receiving a preview of what’s to come?”
“An advance perk? I agreed to go along with your flow.”
Landon’s hidden meaning doesn’t register until he presses against me, eliminating the distance between our bodies. “I was hoping you’d be open to exploring more secretive avenues.”
I startle at his touch. “Someone’s being forward this morning.”
His hand remains planted on my hip. “Too much?”
“That depends on how far you’re expecting to go.”
“You wanted the full package deal.”
“I wasn’t aware that sexual favors are listed on the menu.”
“You can come in my mouth purely for the sake of accepting release.”
When he puts these seductively charged phrases so eloquently, it’s hard to resist. What’s the real harm in letting him kneel before me and worship my body? It’s difficult to conjure any objections to the arousing visual that creates.
“That does sound appealing.” Am I really considering this? Yes, I sure am.
“Just a taste.” He rocks his hardening length against my ass.
I turn in his hold, looping my arms around his neck. “Keep talking.”
Landon traces a path down my cheek with his nose, inhaling along the way. “I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
A knot gets stuck in my throat at the picture he’s describing. I swallow the smoke rising from my pebbling skin. Landon might be the villain in this story, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy an orgasm or two. Accepting pleasure from him isn’t surrendering. Rules and boundaries don’t need to be slapped down. We’ve already blurred the lines. Another nibble won’t hurt me.
“That could be arranged.” My voice is husky, betraying the quiver that’s hypnotizing my lower half.
“No one will dare to interrupt us.” His assurance isn’t necessary.
A quirked brow meets his confident smirk. “I can imagine the wrath anyone foolish enough to stride through that door would face.”
“The penalty is steep.” He holds out a palm to me. “Come here.”
I snap my attention to his proffered gesture. His hands are strong and powerful, thick in ways I imagine will work well in my favor. A contradiction to his life as a billionaire executive. Callouses litter the base of his fingers. There are several scars too. He’s not flawless. I’m not sure he pretends to be. The sight suggests he doesn’t mind getting rough and dirty. Why does that visual turn me on?
A snarky retort claws at me, but I wrestle it into submission. “That better be an innuendo.”
Landon’s expression is smoldering. Those brown depths captivate me as I shed the last of my hesitation. I slip my hand into his, letting him lead me to the leather chair that’s angled toward us from behind a huge desk. A person could easily sleep underneath this behemoth without being noticed.
With a hand to my shoulder, he instructs me to sit. “I’d like to spoil my appetite by having dessert first. Would that be okay with you?”
Fiery heat races up my neck as the steel ridge of his own excitement juts at me. “Someone is happy to see me.”
“Ignore that.” He tsks. “This is just about you.”
“Oh, I didn’t peg you for a selfless giver. You don’t expect anything in return?”
“Not yet.” He checks his watch. “We have all day—and night.”
“You’re making a lot of plans.”
“Do you want this with me?” He stands in front of me, ready to drop at my command.
I’ve never been one to shy away from my sexuality. Mature adults can fool around—without any strings attached—while maintaining a professional relationship. But this is Landon Winters I’m considering. He’s the bane of my existence. If I agree to this, our roles will shift into a more complicated maze. Gaining the upper hand will be that much harder. Weighing the decision while his gaze threatens to incinerate my clothes is proving to be futile. Regret can find me later.