Sinful Nights: Sinful Longing Part 11

From the twenty-ninth floor of his office building, the icons of the Strip looked like Monopoly hotels. Up here, they became little Lego structures with playful shapes and Lilliputian charm-the pyramid of the Luxor, the miniature Eiffel Tower, the rollercoaster that wrapped around the New York-New York hotel...

The view from miles away was akin to how an idea took shape for Colin. It started small, but as he zoomed in closer it had the potential to become a glittering star on the skyline. That was what he was looking for today from his team of venture capitalists as they presented the startups they were considering funding.

When La.r.s.en, one of the youngest and brightest staffers at Redwood Mountain Ventures, finished his presentation, Colin leaned forward in his chair, ready with questions.

"What is your risk a.n.a.lysis? Is it worth it?" Colin asked, wis.h.i.+ng he could apply a simple mathematical formula to understanding Elle and her radio silence like he did with sc.r.a.ppy little startups. But as La.r.s.en shared both the potential of the advertising tech firm under consideration as well as the risk, Colin was reminded once again that even black-and-white business decisions weren't rubber stamped through mathematical equations. There was no formula to tell if a company was the next PayPal, Google, or Uber.

It was math plus intuition. It was a.n.a.lysis plus gut. In business, Colin had always relied on razor-sharp instincts. He'd leaned on them, too, with Elle. But all of a sudden, they'd stopped working. She'd stopped writing, stopped talking to him, stopped engaging. And he had no clue what to do next.

"I'm not convinced consumers want this technology yet," he said to La.r.s.en, and the sentiment was eerily similar to how he imagined Elle felt about him.

When the meeting ended and the other team members left, Colin pulled La.r.s.en aside. "Thank you for all your hard work. As always, your presentations are top-notch. I want you to find the next game changer. You're close. Keep searching."

"Thank you, Mr. Sloan," the young man said before he scurried out.

"It's Colin," he shouted in a light-hearted voice. "How many times do I have to tell you it's just Colin?"

"Probably a lot. Thank you, Colin," La.r.s.en said from down the hall.

As he headed to his office to dive into work, his a.s.sistant rang. "There's someone here to see you. She has a delivery of flowers."

The big bouquet of orange lilies and purple asters hid her face. Clutching the blue gla.s.s vase tightly, Elle walked into Colin's office, nerves bouncing across her skin.

She had no clue if he was p.i.s.sed at her.

She had no clue if he even wanted an in-person delivery.

But this was the least she could do.

She'd never been to his office before, and from her spot behind the vase, the first thing she noticed was the burgundy carpet, then a soft beige couch and a s.h.i.+ny oak coffee table arranged in front of his desk. Slowly, like in a game of peekaboo, she moved the vase and revealed her face.

Holy s.h.i.+t.

She nearly dropped the flowers.

The view from the window was stunning, but it had nothing on Colin.

He stood, resting casually against the edge of his desk, wearing the hottest two pieces of a three-piece suit. He didn't have a jacket on; he wore tailored pants, a white s.h.i.+rt, and a vest, and she had to force her lips together so she wouldn't start panting, drooling, or just gaping at him. The sleeves of his s.h.i.+rt were rolled up twice, revealing a hint of the infinity symbol on his forearm.

She wanted to lick it. She wanted to lick him. If ever there were a more perfect image for edgy businessmen than this one-Colin, with his dark eyes, s.e.xy scruff, rolled-up sleeves, and that vest, that f.u.c.king vest that was killing her with hotness-she wouldn't believe it. Nope. The evidence was in front of her, and she had to have him. She had to somehow cordon off the secrets she couldn't reveal from the man she couldn't resist.

Two Elles. Plain and simple. Here and now, she declared herself cloned.

She cast her gaze to the bouquet. "They call it a carnival of color," she said, her voice dry.

He didn't move an inch. His arms were crossed. "It is colorful. What do you call it?"

She stepped closer. "A thank you. An in-person thank-you for your firm's amazing generosity in supporting the community center."

He walked to her, took the flowers, and set them on the coffee table. "You're welcome," he said as he sat on his couch.

Her chest tightened with nerves. "It's also an apology."

He c.o.c.ked his head. "For what?"

"For canceling."

"You don't have to apologize for that."

"I do, though," she insisted. "Because I didn't want to cancel."

"Elle, you don't have to say you're sorry. I don't expect an apology. I don't expect anything."

Maybe he didn't. Maybe she'd trained him to expect nothing from her because she felt like she had nothing to give.

And while she couldn't give him the full truth, she could offer him her truth. So she marched to the door and shut it, giving them complete privacy, and returned to him, sitting on the edge of the coffee table.

"I know you don't expect anything, but I just left you hanging, and that's not fair, no matter what this is," she said, gesturing from him to her. "I just had a lot of stuff on my mind, and I kind of freaked out, and that's why I was out of touch." He parted his lips to say something, and she kept going in a rush. "But right now, I only have one thing on my mind."

He raised an eyebrow, this time inviting her to say more.

She reached for his right wrist, tracing the infinity symbol, forcing away the thoughts that threatened to touch down in her head-he'd gotten this ink to symbolize the connection between him and his siblings. The four of them. But there were more. Except this Elle didn't know that. This Elle was the one having the affair with Colin Sloan.

She stroked the lines on his wrist. He hissed in a breath as she made contact with his skin. She raised her chin and met his eyes. "You look so f.u.c.king hot," she said in a whisper.

"So do you," he said, his eyes blazing.

She glanced at her attire-a summery skirt and a sleeveless top. Hardly her hottest outfit. She let go of his wrist and leaned closer to him, dropping her hands to his thighs, so strong and firm under her touch.

"I bet I'll look hotter when I do this," she said and palmed him through his pants. A burst of sparks ignited in her belly as she stroked his erection, loving that he was already rock hard, that all it took was this momentary closeness, the heat of suggestion, and a few words to ratchet him up. But then, maybe he was just like her. Maybe he'd wanted her from the second he'd laid eyes on her today, too.

In a flash, she unzipped his pants, pus.h.i.+ng them open so she could see his newest ink. Her breath caught as she gazed at the Phoenix tattoo on his hip. She ran her thumb over it then lowered her lips to flick her tongue across it. She raised her face. "Does your door lock automatically?"

He shook his head. "But they know not to come in if it's shut."

She arched an eyebrow, her unsaid question clear. Have you done this before?

He shook his head. "No. They know because I like to be able to focus at times. And when I need to focus-ah, f.u.c.k. Could you just lock it so we can get to the good part?"

She laughed and practically vaulted over the chair and table to flip the latch on the door. When she turned around, he'd pushed his pants to his knees and was stroking himself. Her mouth watered as he worked his fist slowly up and down the length of his gorgeous shaft.

"Don't do that," she said as she stared at him, so turned on by the sight of the man's hand wrapped around his hard-on. "I want it all. I want all of you in my mouth. All to myself."

"You can have all of my d.i.c.k anytime you want," he said, and in seconds she was on her knees, licking the head. They groaned at the same time, their sounds making it clear how much they both wanted this. She glanced up at him as he watched her draw his c.o.c.k into her mouth.

"I definitely accept your apology now," he said with a light laugh then threaded his fingers into her hair, pus.h.i.+ng it all over to one side so he had a perfect view of her face.

She flicked her tongue along the hard length of him as she sucked.

"You can cancel on me anytime," he said.

She grinned even with her mouth full, then her smile vanished as he groaned louder and gripped her hair with both hands. There was no time for smiling or laughing with his c.o.c.k all the way in her mouth. All she cared about was making him feel good, because he'd only ever made her feel amazing. Beautiful. Craved.

She wanted him to feel the same. She drew him in deep, opening her mouth wide but sucking hard, the way he liked. Friction, lots of friction, and speed. She'd only done this to him once before, in a bathroom at a j.a.panese restaurant off the Strip one night after they'd finished an appetizer of edamame and were waiting for their sus.h.i.+. He'd come hard and fast, and she'd loved it. But not as much as she loved it now-on her knees, in his office, with the stunning view of Las Vegas splashed behind them.

"Suck me harder," he urged in a heated whisper, and she couldn't resist. She loved that he was vocal and direct. That he told her exactly what he liked. She moved faster, cupping his b.a.l.l.s in one hand, playing with them as she licked, sucked, and aimed to steal every last breath from his lungs with a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b that would blow his mind.

"Ah," he said on a moan. "Like that. Just like that. I f.u.c.king love it when you do that."

She knew what he meant, so she moved her hands faster across his b.a.l.l.s, gently tugging as she showed him how incredibly much she loved his c.o.c.k. Heat blasted through her like a rocket. She was so G.o.dd.a.m.n turned on from blowing him. Another pair of panties melted-wetness pooled between her legs, and she ached. Her s.e.x pulsed with need. She could practically come like this. She rocked her pelvis as he f.u.c.ked her mouth. Her hips moved back and forth because she wanted to be riding him so badly. But she wanted this more-all of him between her lips.

"Yeah, that's perfect. So f.u.c.king deep," he said as his fingers gripped her skull, and he kept her head firmly in place.

Faster and harder, more frenzied than ever, she sucked his c.o.c.k, imagining him as king of this town, presiding over partners.h.i.+ps, striking deals and making decisions, but here, for these few moments in his office, she controlled all of this man's pleasure. With her mouth. With her tongue. With her lips.

With her ravenous appet.i.te for him. With her bottomless desire to touch him, to taste him, to feel him.

He groaned louder, and rocked up into her mouth. A quick, hard thrust. Then another. He was starting to lose control, f.u.c.king her mouth harder than he ever had before. She nearly gagged.

But she didn't, because she needed his pleasure desperately. Had to give it to him. Had to take him deep.

He shuddered, grasped her head as if holding on for life, and grunted. There were no words left to say. Only feelings. Only pleasure. Only release. She swallowed every last drop of him then licked his c.o.c.k up and down before letting go and meeting his eyes.

"Can I come over tonight?"

There was only one answer.

Still, he wanted to know something. Pulling her up on his lap, he adjusted her skirt so she straddled him. "You said you kind of freaked out. Why did you freak out?"

She gulped. Pushed her hair-slightly messy from his hands-away from her cheek. She looked him in the eyes. "Because I like you."

Oh h.e.l.l. There it was. His heart hitched a ride on a hot-air balloon, sailing away to the sky. He was hopeless with her. "I like you, too," he said, looping his arms around her and planting a quick kiss on those wickedly talented lips. "Does that scare you?"

"To like you? Or that you like me, too?" she asked.

He smiled. "Both."

She nodded. "Both scare me."

"Just be honest with me. That's all we have, Elle," he said, cupping her cheek, keeping her gaze on him. "That's all I ask of you. I respect your boundaries and your wishes. All I want is your truth."

She closed her eyes. Her face looked pained and she sighed, but when she opened her eyes, she nodded.

"So listen-no strings, no promises, nothing more. But if you cancel, don't say something came up. Say I have to see my sister, or I'm too tired, or I need to work late, or I don't want to see you again. Or I met a guy with a bigger c.o.c.k, and-"

She grabbed his hand and squeezed. "Just go ahead and strike that excuse. Because you know that will never happen."

He wiggled his eyebrows. "Good. It's my secret weapon."

"You can use that weapon against me anytime."

He gave a quick thrust up, showing he was always armed around her. "Another option would be: I'm going to surprise you at your office tomorrow with flowers and the b.l.o.w. .j.o.b of a lifetime."

A grin spread across her face. "Was it the b.l.o.w. .j.o.b of a lifetime?" Her voice was so d.a.m.n sweet as she asked.

"f.u.c.k yeah. It was so good I might even add some new ink that says 'I am a lucky son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h. I've had the best b.l.o.w. .j.o.b ever.'" She cracked up, then her laughter was cut short when her phone buzzed.

"That's probably my son texting me again."

"Everything okay?"

"Yes. But apparently it's impossible to find a decent history quiz app in the entire app store," she said drily as she stretched back to her purse, grabbed her phone, and slid open a text. "Yup. That's him. He claims he still can't find one."

"He really tells you that?"

She rolled her hazel eyes, and grasped his s.h.i.+rt, tugging for emphasis. "I made him a deal-if he studies history before school starts, I'll let him try his new strategy for State of Decay. By the way, thank you for sharing that little tip with him. Very a.n.a.lytical," she said, and he nodded a you're welcome. "But he claims he can't find a decent app at all. That a good history app doesn't exist."

The corner of his lips quirked up. This was too easy for him. This was a piece of cake. "I know a few. We were pitched on an e-learning company a few weeks ago. We didn't invest because there's no huge market upside, but I was pretty d.a.m.n impressed with the ease of use, and the focus on actual facts rather than earning points in gameplay or something."

Her eyes widened, and she gripped his s.h.i.+rt even harder. "Are you serious?"

"Totally serious. Let me go back through my notes and send it to you later."

"You can send it to him directly, if you don't mind. I'll text you his number. But copy me, so I know he got it."

He grinned. Progress. This was a big step forward. "Absolutely."

She leaned forward and dropped a kiss on his nose. "Thank you," she said softly. Then once more, in an even quieter voice, "You are my hero."

That's all I want to be.

But aloud he said, "I'm glad I can help you."

"Isn't there anything I can do for you? Help you find the next Snapchat to fund?" she asked, teasing.

"I'm always on the hunt for the next thing."

"Or should I just get to work on topping the b.l.o.w. .j.o.b of a lifetime?" She winked. "Now that you've set the bar so high for me."

"Yes. That. Do that. And you set the bar yourself with this fantastic mouth," he said, running his fingertip across her lips. "But you know what I also want?" He dipped a hand under her skirt and stroked her damp panties. Ah, nothing he loved more than the evidence of her desire.

She moved gently against his hand. "What do you want?"

"G.o.d, I want to f.u.c.k you right now," he growled as he slid a finger inside her underwear, feeling her slick flesh.