Unlaced by Jaci Burton & Jasmine Haynes & Joey W. Hill & Denise Rossetti

Author:Jaci Burton & Jasmine Haynes & Joey W. Hill & Denise Rossetti [Burton, Jaci & Haynes, Jasmine & Hill, Joey W. & Rossetti, Denise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Erotica, Anthologies (Multiple Authors)
ISBN: 9780425223819
Google: 9e9a8w8PnR0C
Amazon: 0425223817
Barnesnoble: 0425223817
Goodreads: 2881727
Publisher: Berkley Trade
Published: 2008-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Something loosened in Cass’s chest. It didn’t alleviate the deeper concern, her personal uneasiness with her more-than-sex reaction to him, but she could manage that. Men often lied, but she could tell he wasn’t lying about being professional. Unfortunately, the integrity in his eyes made the deeper concern worse. She liked him.

“I don’t have to fight about it.” Tilting her head away, she gave him an arch look. “You’re just not going to get everything you want.”

“Oh, really?” His gaze lifted to the mirror again. “This is looking pretty close to everything I want. In fact, I’m not seeing a reason to go back to the meeting at all.”

She shoved him back, with a tentative smile. “All right, get out now. I want to put myself back together. Then I’ll come cut you down to size.”

Thinking she’d delivered that line with the proper nonchalance, she stepped into the stall, only to look over her shoulder and see that humor had become laced with fire.

“Jesus, you should see yourself walk in those heels bare-assed, wearing a corset. Sweetheart, you’re going to make me embarrass myself. I haven’t come in my pants since I was twelve. Care to bet dinner on how things go this afternoon?”

“I have plans,” she said, trying to ignore the heat that washed over her from his words, even as her heart began to pound again. “Indefinitely.”

When his gray eyes rose to her face, she caught a thrilling glint of danger there. But his tone stayed mild. “Okay, then. We bet something different. We have nine clauses to resolve this afternoon. If I get the balance of what I want, I win. Which means tomorrow I choose a different way to make you come.”

“What if I win?” She congratulated herself for not showing any reaction to that, for sounding unimpressed.

He gave her a smile that Lucifer could borrow. “That’s up to you. For example, maybe your idea will be to yank me into the men’s room for the wham, bam, thank you ma’am sex you act like we both want. Though I warn you, the men’s room doesn’t have a lock.”

“I’m beginning to understand why the women feel they need one. I’m not going for it.”

“Are you worried you’ll lose?”

“That was a pathetic attempt at peer pressure. I outgrew that a long time ago.” Even though she closed the stall door, she sensed he was watching her feet shift, the deft balancing act as she shimmied back into her skirt. When she heard a step, she looked up to see him in the stall next to her, looking over the edge.

“That’s a sexy little wriggle you’ve got there. If this business thing doesn’t work out, lap dancing might be in your future.”

“Now that’s just the type of obnoxious remark I expect from manufacturing moguls.”

“I figured. Wanted to put you back in your comfort zone.”

She would not smile. She made herself send him a frown instead, buttoning her blouse. “If I concede to play at all, a game I don’t have to play, you’ve already won.