“I don’t have a problem reminding you of the nature of our relationship. However, it seems your body has no problem remembering our connection.”
Nakia wanted to smack that smirk off his face. She tried pulling her jacket over her aching nipples instead, obscuring his view of the taut tips.
He took another step toward her.
She backed up and bit her lower lip to stem the audible response that she felt so close to the surface.
He smiled grimly at the sight and then closed his eyes briefly before opening them again with a cooler, intent stare.
She took another step along the wall away from him because suddenly she felt too close to him. There was nothing she wanted more than to hug him, kiss him, and show him how much she missed him, but his stare right now was telling he’d fuck her right there in the lobby.
“Don’t,” he growled, forcing her to stop in mid-stride. “I can’t do this shit,” he muttered harshly.
Nakia had no idea what he was referring to, but his heated, almost desperate gaze had her wanting to be fucked right there.
“Let’s get the hell outta here.” He turned to leave, but she remained rooted to the spot, uncertain about the lethal energy coming off him in spades. She wanted him, but she wasn’t sure she could handle him like this. There was something primal, untamed in his expression and in the ominous way he moved. It was as though he were poised for an attack and was more than ready to respond with absolute force. His “I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want” molten gaze might have her pulsing and wet, but she wasn’t sure if it meant an ass tanning or a hard fuck. Either way, her panties were ruined with the wanting of whichever action he gifted her with. I’m so twisted right now. She bit her lower lip in anticipation.
“Do I carry you, or do you walk?” He gave her a half-smile, trying to come across as nonthreatening, as if that shit would work. He was over six feet four of lean sinew with a powerful masculinity that had her breathlessly mesmerized and throbbing.
She wanted to scream, “Yes! Bring it!” But she didn’t dare move for fear of falling flat on her face. Her legs felt seriously like jelly, and there was no way in hell she could move off that wall under her own strength.
His smile disappeared as she remained still, and his gaze darkened with passionate promise. “Nakia, I need you to move.” His voice had grown huskier with emotion.
Everything about him was eviscerating her capacity to think coherently, and it seemed her brain couldn’t form the basic cognitive function of moving her limbs. With a grunt of impatience, he bent, gripped her thighs, picked her up, and draped her over his broad shoulder.
That pulled her out of her dazed state and forced her to react. “My God, Jay, put me down,” she hissed softly, acutely horrified that many of her coworkers had stopped and stared at them.
Justin ignored them as he strode toward the private elevators. The doors opened almost immediately upon him activating the car. As soon as the doors closed again, she started kicking her legs frantically and trying to climb down from her perch.
“Are you insane?” Facedown at his back, she whisper-yelled as he ignored her. “Justin, put me down!” She was keenly aware that she was not a small woman. How was he carrying her so effortlessly? Hell, she was five feet nine with an ass. ’Nough said.
“Stop, before you hurt yourself,” he growled.
She stilled for a moment as his commanding baritone voice again sent her senses into another tizzy, reaching down deep into her stomach and beginning a mad yearning for his touch. Biting her lip until there was a sting of pain in an attempt to regain some semblance of equilibrium, Nakia kicked out with more vigor to let him know she meant business. “I’m not the one who’s going to get hurt. Put me down, Jay.” She was almost pleading now. The volume in her voice still could not reach above a whisper.
As the elevator came to a stop, he spanked her bottom with a hard palm, forcing a stunned shriek from her and then a moan. Another gush of her essence leaked on her already soaked panty.
“Behave,” he muttered. He strode from the elevator, passed his and Colt’s personal assistant, and crossed over to his old office. “Hi, Janice,” Justin murmured, seeming totally unfazed by Janice’s stunned expression. “Tell Colt I’ll be in to see him in a bit. Hold my calls.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Justin,” Janice responded in a cool professional voice as though she was used to Justin walking into his office with a woman thrown over his shoulder on a daily basis.
Nakia covered her eyes with her palm and groaned in embarrassment.
As soon as the office door was closed behind them, he let her body slide down his chest, down the chiseled planes of his stomach, over the steely column of his shaft, and down his trunk-like muscular thighs. She shivered as her sensitive flesh was abraded by every sizzling touchpoint of his hard frame. Keeping an arm around her waist as her feet hit the carpeted floor, he pulled her tighter against him and pushed her against the closed door.
She had no warning before his lips crushed hers.
Her world stilled and seemed to combust at the same time. The shock of the initial taste of him after such a long time made her world tilt on its axis, and she was on a freefall with no purchase. The kiss was desperate. Dark. Carnal. She wound her arms around his neck and held on tight as she was assailed by an insistent throbbing in her lower pelvis and clit. The need she’d felt before for him paled in comparison. She was drowning in the taste, feel, and scent of him.
His tongue curled around hers, and she could only cling to him in mindless surrender. He roamed his palm over her back to her waist to her ass and then back up again, over and over, each time his grip becoming tighter and tighter as though he wanted to merge her body into his.
She was just as impatient to have him closer. Curling her fingers in the silky strands of his hair, she held him to her and reveled in his possession.
He trailed his lips along her cheek, her ear, to the sensitive fragrant column of her neck, and finally to the swells of her breasts above the deep V of her dress. The feel of the cool air on her back momentarily woke her from the deep vortex of need she had descended into. He had somehow removed her bag and jacket from her shoulders and lowered the zipper of her dress. He pulled a beaded nipple between his lips and sucked her through the lacy designer bra.
Red-hot desire licked through every nerve ending in her body. “Jay.” His name came out as a desperate plea. She couldn’t articulate a complete sentence. Not that she had any idea what she was supposed to say. She’d wanted him for so long that there was no chance in hell she was going to deny herself, deny him. She wanted this, and he was finally giving her what she craved most. Him.
He impatiently unfastened her bra and discarded it carelessly to the floor. “Ah, baby, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathed as her breasts bounced free.
She moaned loudly at the sudden hungry tug of his lips and the gentle nabbing of her taut nipple with his teeth. Still sucking the sensitive tips of her breasts, alternating his lips from one globe to the other, he slipped his hand between her thighs and stilled.
Nakia had forgotten the weapon strapped to her inner thigh.