Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Dominic’s lips are against my ear, and his hand is on my hip. I can feel the warmth of his body passing across the inches of empty space between us.

I swallow. Can he feel that I don’t have underwear on? That I obeyed his commands?

“Being early is being on time,” I say, impressed with how steady my voice is.

Who is this woman, with her straight back and unwavering charm? I don’t know her, but I love her.

Without touching me again, Dominic leads me to the far corner of the bar counter. We sit as the bartender places a glass of dark liquor and a glass of bubbly before us. Dominic must have placed the order before I even arrived.

Okay, why is that hot? I sit down, acutely aware of how nervous I am. Dominic sits next to me, raising his glass to his full lips.

Which Dominic am I getting tonight? The confident CEO of a multimillion-dollar conglomerate? The soft-spoken, sensitive father with a broken heart? Or the insatiable sex god I’ve recently come to know and crave?

Based on his criteria for my wardrobe this evening, I’m guessing it’s the latter.

“How was your day?” he asks, his lips twitching with a smile as he watches me. “Did you keep yourself entertained?”

Nodding, I reach for my glass of champagne and take a slow sip. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time, that kissable smirk still plastered across his mouth. “I made do.”

“That’s good to hear,” he says, his tone low.

“And how about you? Did the amazing Mr. Aspen lock down any deals today?” I bat my eyelashes for effect, and he laughs. God, that laugh. I’ve missed it more than I thought possible.

This feels a little surreal right now—us flirting like this when he’s barely spoken to me since I walked into his penthouse. Just days ago, all hope seemed lost. Maybe rules on heartbreak and betrayal don’t apply when you’re on a different continent. Who the hell knows. I feel so out of my element and consumed, but there’s one thing I’m certain of—Dominic is staring at me.

As his dark blue eyes roam over me, examining every curve hidden by my dress, warmth spreads across my chest and neck. I return the favor, enjoying his look for the day—a slightly stubbled jawline, a navy-blue suit jacket, and a matching tie now pulled loose from his throat. He takes off his jacket, folds it, and sets it on the bar. I would be lying if I pretended I didn’t want to kiss every inch of him—starting with his full mouth, and then down the thick column of his throat.

I don’t have long to fantasize about touching him because he beats me to it.

I almost don’t feel the brush of his fingers on my knee, his touch is so soft at first. But then more firmly, his hand presses against my leg, his thumb rubbing pulsing circles into my skin. I don’t break his searing eye contact, afraid that I’ll lose him to some passing thought or whim if I let go of him now. And there’s no way in hell I want that hand pulling away.

He does move his hand, though, but not away from me. Instead, his fingers inch up beneath my dress, caressing my inner thigh.

panties. While my heart hammers against my ribs, he casually takes a sip of his drink before setting it down, and

lap. My dress covers everything still, even if I do feel exposed. With the cover of the bar, no one would know what he’s

a low groan of approval and

you’ve followed my

breath and give him a shaky nod. “Of

shakes his head in

to call him Dominic instead of Mr. Aspen. I was only trying to be cheeky just now—trying to regain some of

part me, his index and ring fingers sliding up and down my soft folds while his middle finger teases my center. He presses deeper, and I shudder and whimper audibly, finally breaking eye contact. I take a long swallow

Well, that’s obviously impossible.

touch is soft and gentle and wholly focused on my pleasure. He knows exactly what to do to bring me right to the

hand. I’m remembering exactly how it felt to have him press

“Dom, is that you?”

My heart stops.

stands just behind us, his hand on Dominic’s shoulder. Dominic turns and

been so

hand, don’t shake his hand,

shakes his

the one not covered

removed his hand from between my legs, and I can’t decide if I want him to or not. I just

one confident finger inside me. I clear my throat to hide the squeal I make, then snatch Dominic’s jacket

great. And

Fuck my life.

thin blond hair and the appearance of a man who could definitely get you fired with one wrong look. Rather

What the hell are you doing in London?

loose ends

imagine. Relocating your headquarters

move has been a good one. So you’re still

“Rain or shine.”

“That’s a good spot

rhythm. My hands shake as they grasp at his jacket, which barely hides our dirty