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"I promise to get her back to work safely. I'll arrange
transportation or bring her myself."
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Chelsi gaze snapped toward him, shooting daggers. Most
likely she didn't appreciate his high-handed manner. Tough.
He allowed her to get away from him once; he wasn't about
to let it happen again.
"Oh..." Peter allowed that single word to trail on.
"I really have work to do, Mr. Poindexter." Chelsi spoke
through gritted teeth.
He didn't like the sound of his last name coming from
Chelsi. If she called him anything he wanted to hear Vincent
rolling off her tongue. In the throes of passion would have
been better.
Waving her comment away, Peter chimed in, "We'll be fine
until you get back."
Vin watched the visual exchange of communication
between Chelsi and Peter. Even without words, she was
pinning her boss with a disgruntled stare while Peter smiled at
her in return, wiggling his eyebrows.
Two things were evident to him Chelsi was angry her
boss had removed her option of escape, and Peter was up to
a little matchmaking. Maybe Peter thought Chelsi being
around him would impact their contract bid in a good way.
But the contract was the last thing on Vincent's mind. That
decision was already settled.
Right now, the only person he was thinking about was
Chelsi.
As the door closed quietly behind Peter, Chelsi shot her
furious gaze at him. Her heels ate up the carpet between
them as she crossed the floor to him, saying, "What game are
you playing, Mr. Poin "
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"Vincent," he declared stepping towards her. All he wanted
was a moment of her time. Maybe a chance to discover why
she was running away from him as if she'd heard he had the
plague virus in his pocket.
Her face turned up as her gaze locked with his. "I'm not
one of your hundreds of employees. You can't just order me
around, Mr. P "
Reaching out, he took hold of her arms and pulled her to
him. The quick motion he used to drag her body against his
made her place a hand against the center of his chest to
balance herself against him. He wondered if she could feel the
hard beat of his heart against her palm. "My name is Vincent,
or don't you remember how to say it?"
"There's nothing wrong with my memory." Her hand
pressed as she tried to move away from him, creating the gap
between them again.
He wasn't having it as he continued to hold her firmly in
place. "Say it."
Why was she making this so difficult? He'd thought that
they'd been friends as well as lovers. Was there something he
was missing?
Frowning, she stared at him and licked her lips. "S...ay
what?"
His gaze followed the stroke of her tongue along her
bottom lip. The delicate pink tip and her plump lip made the
heat level in his blood increase. "My name. Say my name,
Chelsi." His words came out gruffer and lower than he would
have liked. However, in that moment, he felt like he was back
in the computer lab at Tyler T. High School, staring at the
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prettiest girl in school. Back then he had wanted her; now he
desired her. It was a ridiculous emotion, but he couldn't stop
it. He became in tuned to everything about her.
Chelsi's gaze softened. The tension around her mouth
released, and the tempo of her chest rising and falling
increased. Her lips parted then she said, "Vincent."
Hearing his name on her lips caused the leash he had on
himself to break. Lowering his head, he claimed her mouth.
Moving his lips along hers, he teased her. Licking the seam,
he flirted with her, taunting her to open up and let him in. It
had been twelve years since the last time he'd tasted the
sweet nectar of her kisses, and he refused to be denied
another second.
Slanting his mouth, he increased the pressure, wanting her
to be aware she wasn't dealing with a nervous teenage boy
but a determined man. He heard the whimper before lips
parted and allowed him entrance. Seizing his chance, he
drove his tongue inside and knew he'd touched paradise. A
haven that he'd allowed to be held away from him for too
long.
It didn't take but a few passes of his tongue along hers
before Chelsi was chasing him. They circled each other as
they moved from her mouth to his. Her tongue entered, and
he closed his lips around it and gently bit the tip. She gasped,
and he slipped inside her again.
When she began to suckle him, he growled. Lowering his
hands to her waist, he held her body against his as he pushed
in and out of her mouth. Images of them mimicking their
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mouths in a different way flashed in his mind. He'd never
been so turned on by a simple kiss in all of his adult life.
The desire to feel her arms and legs wrapped around him
while he thrust between her thighs like he was doing to her
mouth grew stronger. Urgent steps carried them across the
carpet until they bumped against something.
The jolt startled Chelsi, causing her to pull away. "Oh, my
God, what are we doing?" she babbled. "What am I doing?"
The sensual haze cleared from Vincent's mind. He glanced
down at the anxious woman in his arms. They stood beside
the conference table. Correction, he had Chelsi pinned
between him and the table. If she hadn't stopped them, there
was no doubt in his mind he would have had her laid across it
as he drove them both to completion between her legs. Unlike
Chelsi, he had been completely aware of what he'd been
prepared to do.
Shit, we're in the boardroom. His actions, even though
they were prompted by lust, were stupid. There were no locks
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"I promise to get her back to work safely. I'll arrange
transportation or bring her myself."
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Reignited
by Bridget Midway
Chelsi gaze snapped toward him, shooting daggers. Most
likely she didn't appreciate his high-handed manner. Tough.
He allowed her to get away from him once; he wasn't about
to let it happen again.
"Oh..." Peter allowed that single word to trail on.
"I really have work to do, Mr. Poindexter." Chelsi spoke
through gritted teeth.
He didn't like the sound of his last name coming from
Chelsi. If she called him anything he wanted to hear Vincent
rolling off her tongue. In the throes of passion would have
been better.
Waving her comment away, Peter chimed in, "We'll be fine
until you get back."
Vin watched the visual exchange of communication
between Chelsi and Peter. Even without words, she was
pinning her boss with a disgruntled stare while Peter smiled at
her in return, wiggling his eyebrows.
Two things were evident to him Chelsi was angry her
boss had removed her option of escape, and Peter was up to
a little matchmaking. Maybe Peter thought Chelsi being
around him would impact their contract bid in a good way.
But the contract was the last thing on Vincent's mind. That
decision was already settled.
Right now, the only person he was thinking about was
Chelsi.
As the door closed quietly behind Peter, Chelsi shot her
furious gaze at him. Her heels ate up the carpet between
them as she crossed the floor to him, saying, "What game are
you playing, Mr. Poin "
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by Bridget Midway
"Vincent," he declared stepping towards her. All he wanted
was a moment of her time. Maybe a chance to discover why
she was running away from him as if she'd heard he had the
plague virus in his pocket.
Her face turned up as her gaze locked with his. "I'm not
one of your hundreds of employees. You can't just order me
around, Mr. P "
Reaching out, he took hold of her arms and pulled her to
him. The quick motion he used to drag her body against his
made her place a hand against the center of his chest to
balance herself against him. He wondered if she could feel the
hard beat of his heart against her palm. "My name is Vincent,
or don't you remember how to say it?"
"There's nothing wrong with my memory." Her hand
pressed as she tried to move away from him, creating the gap
between them again.
He wasn't having it as he continued to hold her firmly in
place. "Say it."
Why was she making this so difficult? He'd thought that
they'd been friends as well as lovers. Was there something he
was missing?
Frowning, she stared at him and licked her lips. "S...ay
what?"
His gaze followed the stroke of her tongue along her
bottom lip. The delicate pink tip and her plump lip made the
heat level in his blood increase. "My name. Say my name,
Chelsi." His words came out gruffer and lower than he would
have liked. However, in that moment, he felt like he was back
in the computer lab at Tyler T. High School, staring at the
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by Bridget Midway
prettiest girl in school. Back then he had wanted her; now he
desired her. It was a ridiculous emotion, but he couldn't stop
it. He became in tuned to everything about her.
Chelsi's gaze softened. The tension around her mouth
released, and the tempo of her chest rising and falling
increased. Her lips parted then she said, "Vincent."
Hearing his name on her lips caused the leash he had on
himself to break. Lowering his head, he claimed her mouth.
Moving his lips along hers, he teased her. Licking the seam,
he flirted with her, taunting her to open up and let him in. It
had been twelve years since the last time he'd tasted the
sweet nectar of her kisses, and he refused to be denied
another second.
Slanting his mouth, he increased the pressure, wanting her
to be aware she wasn't dealing with a nervous teenage boy
but a determined man. He heard the whimper before lips
parted and allowed him entrance. Seizing his chance, he
drove his tongue inside and knew he'd touched paradise. A
haven that he'd allowed to be held away from him for too
long.
It didn't take but a few passes of his tongue along hers
before Chelsi was chasing him. They circled each other as
they moved from her mouth to his. Her tongue entered, and
he closed his lips around it and gently bit the tip. She gasped,
and he slipped inside her again.
When she began to suckle him, he growled. Lowering his
hands to her waist, he held her body against his as he pushed
in and out of her mouth. Images of them mimicking their
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mouths in a different way flashed in his mind. He'd never
been so turned on by a simple kiss in all of his adult life.
The desire to feel her arms and legs wrapped around him
while he thrust between her thighs like he was doing to her
mouth grew stronger. Urgent steps carried them across the
carpet until they bumped against something.
The jolt startled Chelsi, causing her to pull away. "Oh, my
God, what are we doing?" she babbled. "What am I doing?"
The sensual haze cleared from Vincent's mind. He glanced
down at the anxious woman in his arms. They stood beside
the conference table. Correction, he had Chelsi pinned
between him and the table. If she hadn't stopped them, there
was no doubt in his mind he would have had her laid across it
as he drove them both to completion between her legs. Unlike
Chelsi, he had been completely aware of what he'd been
prepared to do.
Shit, we're in the boardroom. His actions, even though
they were prompted by lust, were stupid. There were no locks
to the doors in this room, and anyone could have walked in [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]