Boardroom Kings. Catherine Mann
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Lauren needed to step warily, especially around Brock’s right-hand person.
And especially when she had a big fat secret of her own to hide in the form of a fake marriage. “Thank you for the heads-up, Elle. I appreciate your looking out for me and I’m sure Jason will, too.”
“No problem. Just call me the troubleshooter.”
Jason slid up behind her. “Hello, ladies. Can I get you refills?”
Lauren could smell his warm aftershave mixed with something distinctively him before he even announced himself. “I’m good, thank you.”
“Me, too.” Elle lifted her green martini in toast.
His arms slid around her as he stood against her back. “Everyone having fun?”
Lauren glanced up at him. “Just getting the lowdown on everyone at MC from the lady in the know.”
Jason smiled. “That would be Elle.”
Brock’s assistant laughed dismissively, then eyed Lauren’s sandwich. “I’m going to order one of those for myself. Nice talking with you.”
Once the woman left, Lauren turned in Jason’s arms, careful to balance her plate of food. “I think this is going well.”
“Beyond well. You’ve more than done your bit for the evening. How about we relax?” He plucked her plate from her hands and set it on a nearby table. “Want to sit and eat, or dance?”
She almost blurted out a vote for her food, but then the heat of Jason’s hands on her waist stirred a deeper hunger. More than anything, she wanted to be in his arms. What better way to test the waters on whether or not to pursue her sensual longings than to take to the public safety of the dance floor?
After all, what could happen there?
Three gyrating songs later, Jason pulled Lauren into his arms as a slow song came over the loudspeaker. She stiffened almost imperceptibly before sighing against him, a light sheen of perspiration adding an extra glow to her skin. The musky scent reminded him too quickly of sex. Of course, that tended to be a common thought for him whenever he saw Lauren, much less pulled her close.
She was temptation personified.
The dance made for the perfect chance to move forward with his plan to persuade her while holding back a while longer. He wanted her in his bed with no regrets this time.
He rested his forehead against hers. “Thank you for being so great this evening.”
“Just holding up my end of the bargain.” Her legs brushed lightly against his, her breasts pressed to his chest.
Okay, so maybe this hadn’t been the brightest of ideas, after all. But hey, in for a penny—
“You really are amazing, and not just in a work setting. Do you know that?” He angled to skim his mouth against hers. Holding. Not so long as to make a sideshow event of things, but long enough for her to soften against him as he grew hard against her. Her lips tasted like a sweet ripe cheese and the lime from her water. And he didn’t want to stop.
A couple jostled them and he eased his head away with more than a little regret.
Lauren looked up at him through thick eyelashes. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Her voice came out husky and sexy, her chest rising and falling faster against him.
He slid his hands low along her waist, his finger aching for a more thorough exploration. “I only kissed you.”
“You call that only a kiss?”
Her words revved the adrenaline zinging through him. “I do believe you complimented me.”
She swatted his chest lightly, her cheeks a pretty pink. “You know full well what you were doing, what that was doing to me.”
“You liked the kiss.” He nestled her closer.
“Again, obvious.” She swayed against him. “My body turns traitor when it comes to you. So are you trying to seduce me?”
Too obvious would lose the day here. He needed a more subtle, more romantic approach. “Who said a kiss has to lead to bed?”
She blinked back at him, surprise stunning her quiet.
“What?” He tucked her away from the crowded floor toward the outer edges, away from the speakers. “You disagree?”
Lauren shook her head quickly. “I don’t disagree at all. I just didn’t expect to hear something like that from you. From a man.”
“I can assure you I am most definitely a man.”
“I know.” She rocked her hips lightly against his erection pressed undeniably against her soft stomach.
“Kissing you—” he brushed his mouth against hers lightly with promise “—brings me much pleasure.”
And torment. But he didn’t want to lose precious ground here by mentioning that.
MC’s CFO—Ash—strode past on his way to dance with his longtime girlfriend, a local law student. Did Ash remember that not more than three weeks ago right here at Rosa Lounge, they’d both declared themselves confirmed bachelors? Of course, Ash already had a failed marriage behind him.
Jason thumbed his wedding ring, reminding himself of the importance of patience. Keeping Lauren here in San Francisco required finesse. They’d already gone the route of jumping each other’s bones at warp speed and that had not ended well for him.
He did not repeat mistakes.
The band cranked up the pace and Jason linked fingers with Lauren, leading her away from the increasingly packed space. He ducked closer to her ear. “Want to drive up to Twin Peaks for a romantic view of the city, perfect place to make out? I promise not to take advantage of you on our first date.”
She snorted a laugh. “It may have escaped your notice, but we’ve already had sex.”
“Believe me, I noticed.” And remembered. And wanted more. Which meant sticking to his plan. “I take it that’s a no to making out. Damn shame.”
Her eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “Jason, I don’t understand you tonight. I’m not sure what you expect or want—”
“Shh.” He pressed a finger to her lips. “And by the way, nobody asked you for sex tonight. I’m an ad man, remember?You need to pay close attention to my words.”
He stepped back and kissed her hand before letting go. “Thank you for a most enjoyable dance, Mrs. Reagert. I’ll think about you all night long… while I’m sleeping in my chair.”
Two restless nights later, Lauren mingled at the MC dinner party. As unsettled as she was in her personal life, this business party did remind her of all the things she enjoyed about her job, the wheeling and dealing, the exchange of ideas with the best in the industry. She thrived on it.
Of course, that provided a whole new layer to her frustration.
Because this party also reminded her of all the reasons she wanted and needed to go back to her business in New York City, especially when her body screamed even more loudly for satisfaction with Jason. He was tormenting the hell out of her with his “accidental touches” and surprise kisses at every turn. Her skin felt on fire.
The live band segued from the swing music they’d played during dinner to classic rock. She wasn’t sure she could hold out through another dance with Jason. Except it wasn’t just on the dance floor where they were so in synch. In the upheaval of the past few months, she’d almost forgotten what an awesome team she and Jason made professionally. Tonight’s gathering brought that all back to her.
Swaying to the beat, she nodded her thanks to the congratulations zinging from all sides as she made her way to the bar for a refill on her water. For the first time this evening,