From Boardroom to Bedroom

Those fingers in his hair tightened, pulled, and only further aroused him. Roslyn had all this pent-up passion and he was about to make her come undone.

He curled his fingers over the scraps of material at her hips and slowly eased the panties down her legs. She still wore those bedroom heels and he most definitely wanted those to stay in place. He was a sucker for a woman in heels.

“Nigel,” she whispered.

He stilled, raking his gaze up her body until he met her eyes. “You trust me?”

She bit her lip and nodded. Nigel slid one fingertip over her, earning him a soft moan.

He eased farther down, settling his shoulders between her parted legs. She continued to thread her fingers through his hair, as if she couldn’t stop touching him. He was so damn aroused and turned on, but this moment, this night, was all about her. He never believed selfishness had any place in the bedroom and he sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.

While he’d love nothing more than to shed this suit and show her exactly how much he wanted her, that would do Roslyn no good. He wanted her to see exactly how great this could be, how perfect her first sexual experience should feel.

No pressure, right?

lips barely grazed her center and her hips bucked. The need for more

absolutely loved the sounds she made...loved

mouth, Nigel knew he’d never experience a sweeter, more erotic moment in his life. Roslyn moaned as she arched

and fisted her fingers in his hair, pulling tighter than before. Her heels locked behind his back, the point of her shoe dug in and he

This. Was. Everything.

woman. She had an abandon that proved she wasn’t ashamed to be herself, to expose

he glanced down, he took a mental picture, never wanting to forget this for a second. Her hair had come undone, now spread all around her. Her

exactly like what she was...a woman well

do now. Nigel had never been in this situation before. He’d never been so bloody attracted to a

brand-new hire to bed, his reputation would be shattered. It would give weight to every doubt and reservation his family had expressed, every time they’d told him that New York wasn’t his

gift? Besides, she was showing him such trust—surely

Because right now, and for the foreseeable future, all he wanted was to continue showing

Eight

shaky breath and attempted to sit