Shattered Virtue by Alexander Magda

Author:Alexander, Magda [Alexander, Magda]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2015-09-22T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Madrigal

He pushes me against the elevator wall and kisses me senseless. His tongue sweeps into my mouth. He tastes of wine, tomato sauce, and the man I’ve come to crave. His hands go to the hem of my skirt and ride up. “Wait.” I push him back. “Cameras.”

“Fred knows better than to look. I tip. Big. And the camera can’t see you, only the back of me.” His hands find my hot button, and I whimper, moan. Should have known he’d try something like this. Right in an elevator.

“Steele.” I intend the word to come out as a warning, but instead it emerges as a purr.

In the ambient light, his eyes flash with heat. I love it when his eyes turn that molten shade of gray. They’re like liquid silver.

Before he can do much more, the door slides open. His hand slips away, allowing my skirt to drop back to my knees.

On wobbly legs, I stumble out and try to fashion a logical thought. “It opens right into your apartment.”

“Condo. Yes.”

It’s stunning, his space. A living room that contains a white sectional sofa, side and coffee tables, lamps. Mirrors everywhere, and a chandelier over it all. Through the glass window, which looks over a balcony, I spot the Washington Monument illuminated at night. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Thank you. I bought it just for that view. I take it in every night over a glass of wine.” His lips quirk into a smile. “Now where were we?” Pulling me to him, he wraps one arm around my ass and lifts me. With the other, he angles my head and kisses me. He’s so very good at this. He doesn’t attack so much as cajole, seduce me to open for him. He takes immediate advantage and sweeps his tongue over my mouth. His kisses are everything I ever dreamed about—soft, tender. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him back. He nibbles my lower lip. He doesn’t invade or force himself on me, but licks the seam of my mouth as if he’s asking for permission. Eager for his taste, I give it to him. Gently he proceeds to taste every corner of my mouth. He’s so big, so strong. I enjoy the feel of Steele against me as he tussles his tongue with mine in a battle as old as time. My pussy grows wet as he drops us on the white sofa. He frees his hand from the back of my head and finds the hem of my skirt again, which he lifts. But I didn’t come here to screw. I came to talk.

Breaking the kiss, I lean away from him. “What are you doing?”

His brow scrunches. “If you don’t know, I’m doing a lousy job.”

“I came here to talk, Steele. Not for . . . this.” Scooting off his lap, I tug down my skirt.

“Very well.” He pinches my chin. “Let’s talk.”

Popping open my briefcase, I retrieve my netbook. “Where does Michael Haynes live?”

He widens his arms across the back of the sofa and crosses his right leg over his left knee.

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