Burn Me Once / Boardroom Sins - Clare Connelly Mills & Boon Dare

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are all voices and forces throbbing in my head. But one voice is loudest of all.

      Desire shouts through me.

      ‘Can we go yet?’

      * * *

      Every time I question the wisdom of this I think of the freaking Tweet. #soinlove

      Sienna’s moved on. Why the hell shouldn’t I have some fun too?

      Something squeezes inside me and my past with Sienna flashes before me. The years we spent together. The way we came through the industry together. I get her and she gets me. It damned near killed me when we broke up. Only her promise that it was temporary eased that pain.

      And now she’s fucking engaged to another guy.

      A new sense of urgency powers my intent.

      ‘Hell, yeah. Let’s get out of here.’

      I drain my beer, noticing she’s hardly touched her drink. I nod towards it but she shakes her head.

      ‘I’m okay.’

      She’s better than okay. Briefly I feel a wave of guilt. To Sienna. To Ally. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m not thinking one hundred percent clearly, but my instincts are telling me to go with this—or is that my cock?—and I’m not going to ignore them.

      ‘Let’s go.’

      I hold my hand out and she places her palm in mind. Her hand’s small, and yet it fits into mine perfectly. I stand and pull her closer to me as I do. She smells like vanilla and moonlight.

      Someone’s tipped the press off as to my whereabouts, so that when we step out of the club there’s flashes everywhere. Ally’s surprised. She’s not used to fame and its pointed intrusion. I pull her closer to my chest. The desire to protect her is instinctive. I don’t want her being collateral damage in all of this.

      I hail a cab and it stops instantly. I hold the door open for her and she slips inside, a blur of pale skin, bright blue eyes and long red hair. I follow, moving close to her in the back of the cab.

      I hear every single one of Ally’s rushed breaths echo inside my soul.

      I give the driver my hotel address and then I turn to Ally. I don’t know what I’m going to say to her. Thoughts fly from my head at the sight of her huge wide eyes and parted lips.

       Fuck it.

      I want her.

      I kiss her as though my life depends on it. I kiss her with an aching hunger and desperation that surprises us both.

      Or maybe it doesn’t—because it’s exactly how she kisses me back.

       CHAPTER THREE

      IS IT POSSIBLE to pass out from pleasure? I know that’s generally the body’s response to painful stimuli, but is it possible to be so turned on that the pleasure almost becomes pain? I’ve never had sex in a cab, but if this drive takes any longer I’m going to do just that.

      His hand is on my thigh and his tongue is tangled with mine, his lips move over mine and I am melting into the leather of the seat. Desire is like a volcano in my core, bursting with lava-like heat. He runs his fingers higher, confidently, firmly, until he reaches the lace of my thong. He pads his fingertips across me there and I groan into his mouth, my fingers lifting to knot into his thick hair, my body weak and strong all at once.

      He removes his hand from between my legs and his desertion is a wave that flushes me with ice. I grind my hips impatiently and make a whimpering sound as his flat palm drags up my body, over the softness of my clothes to the curves of my breast. He rolls his hand across me as though I am an object and he its owner. His touch sends spirals of fire deep into my body, affecting me on a cellular level.

      I make a gurgling sound and laugh, pushing up to kiss him harder, to let my breasts flatten his hand between us. We are wedged together and my hands are curled around his neck and, God, he tastes and feels amazing. Better than amazing.

      Finally the cab pulls to a stop and I am flushed with relief—until I realise it’s a stop sign.

      ‘You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,’ he snaps, his brow furrowed as he shoots an impatient look through the glass of his windscreen.

      He feels it too, then. This need that is reverberating through the back of the cab somewhere in the middle of Park Avenue. It makes me feel inexplicably relieved, knowing that I’m not the only one out here on this limb.

      He turns to look at me and I laugh at the bewilderment on his features.

      ‘I swear to God, if this takes much longer...’

      I totally get it. Hadn’t I just been thinking the same thing?

      I swallow, trying to bring moisture back into my parched mouth. My hand is still on his chest; I can feel the rapid beating of his heart. Thump, thump, thump.

      Craning my head around, I can just make out the street sign that shows we’re on the corner of Park Avenue and East Twenty-Second. ‘You said the Gramercy?’

      ‘Yeah.’

      ‘It’s like a block away. Let’s walk.’

      He arches a brow, and heat simmers through me as he reaches forward and taps on the glass.

      ‘We’ll get out here.’

      He tosses some money through the window and winks at me, opening the door and stepping out so that he can hold it wide for me. I follow, my foot landing on the pavement for the briefest moment before his arm wraps around my waist and draws me to him.

      I don’t think the cab has even driven off before his lips are back on mine, with renewed intensity and urgency. His body is strong and he pushes me easily, guiding me to the sandstone wall of some building. It’s cold and hard behind me, and he’s hard and hot against me, his body all angles and planes and thick strong legs surrounding me, holding me still as he grinds against me. His arms are my cage and, oh, the sweetness of being trapped by him!

      His mouth holds my head to the wall and I devour him as he devours me, my hands curling around his back to find the waistband of his jeans. I slide my fingers beneath his shirt, groaning as warm skin rewards my seeking. It’s so soft and smooth beneath me. I draw my fingertips on a slow exploration higher, along the ridges of his spine and then to his sides, to hips that are carved and firm.

       ‘Fuuuuck...’

      He groans into my mouth, wrenching his head away—and it is a wrench. Every line of his body speaks to that. It is as though he’s had to fight his way through quicksand just to find space between us.

      Maybe it’s the whole rock star thing. Maybe it makes him sexier than mortals. I don’t know. This is so not normal, though. Is it for him?

      ‘I need to get you to my hotel. Now.’

      I nod, not even bothering to argue with him. But there’s a frown between his eyes, just like I always get.

      I lift my finger to it, absentmindedly exploring the groove. ‘What’s wrong?’

      The line deepens. He has a dimple in his cheek and when he frowns it’s deliciously seductive.

      ‘Nothing. I...’ And then he shakes his head, steps back, reaches for my hand.

      We’ve just been simulating sex with our clothes on, and yet there is something bizarrely intimate about the simple act of lacing our fingers together. His, mine, his, mine, his, mine—in and out, they are woven together, and it’s a new kind of coming together.

      ‘Let’s go.’

      I nod, not sure I’m capable of speech anyway.

      After a few paces he looks at me with an almost embarrassed grin.

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