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

absolutely loved the sounds she made...loved knowing he was the one making her

a sweeter, more erotic moment in his life. Roslyn moaned as she arched into

his name 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 didn’t

This. Was. Everything.

abandon that proved she wasn’t ashamed to be herself,

before he kissed her inner thighs and eased up. When he glanced down, he took a mental picture, never wanting to forget this for a second. Her hair had

looked exactly like what she was...a woman

he had no clue what to do now. Nigel had never been in this situation before. He’d never been so bloody attracted to a woman, and a virgin at that. And she still was a

and reservation his family had expressed, every time they’d told him that New York wasn’t his place and he should come home where he belonged. He’d built a life for himself

yet how could he resist this woman who had given him this beautiful gift? Besides, she was showing him such trust—surely he could show a little trust

right now, and for the foreseeable future, all he wanted was to continue showing this woman just how much she

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in a shaky breath and attempted to