Her Silver Fox Page 17

  “Very few people can carry off this color. You wear it really well.” Eyes gleaming with admiration, she stared at his hair. “Makes your hair look silver.”

  She knelt at his feet.

  “What are you doing?” he choked out. Despite his protest, he edged closer. So close, when she looked up her lips hovered only inches from his crotch.

  Her brown eyes glittered with amusement. “I’m tailoring. Now look at the hem and tell me if it’s fine.”

  Patrick eyed the tacked edges. His gaze didn’t remain there for long. A more pressing matter tugged his eyes upward.

  Shit, shit, shit, shit! There was no way she could mistake that. The pants slim fit did little to hide the swelling evidence.

  “It’s fine,” he choked out, wishing she’d hurry up and finish.

  “Are you sure? We can take in as much as you like. I even think an inch—”

  “I said it’s fine.” He tried to back out of her hands. Her fingers caught in the fabric and he found himself caught in the crosshairs, her eyes fixated on his crotch.

  “Say something,” he rasped.

  With those big luminous brown eyes locked on his cock, she whispered, “I’m trying.”

  As he stared at her, the room grew uncomfortably warm, and his shorts a tad bit snug.

  “You have to say something?” he whispered.

  “Better I show you.”

  She grasped his jacket lapels and used them to stand. Her hands slid over his collar. A slight tug brought their bodies together. Their lips collided, tongues pressing forward in an anxious tangle.

  Growling, he yanked at the edges of his jacket, popping the stitches.

  “Wait,” she breathed. “You’re going to ruin your suit.”

  “Better help or I can’t be at fault.”

  “And I am?”

  He nodded. “You started this.” He rolled the jacket off his shoulders. “And you’re going to finish it.”

  ***

  She couldn’t believe she was doing this. But there was nothing she wanted more than to have him buried inside her.

  A jolt of excitement pushed through her while her fingers carefully undid the buttons lining the front of his shirt. He pressed into her hands as if urging her on with both his body and his tongue. She did a little urging of her own by steering him to the chairs behind them. The matching pair had enough room for two.

  One part delirious, two parts raging hormones, she pushed him. The chair caught him and she quickly climbed onto his lap, settling her sex against his erection.

  “Wanted to play it cool.” he paused to lick her neck. “Tried and failed.”

  “Want me to stop?” Skin feverish, she angled her head just so giving him better access.

  “Pull up your skirt.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. She gathered the folded pleats of her leather skirt so the only thing that separated them was a thin piece of cotton. He reached between them and hooked two fingers inside her panties.

  “Damn,” he rasped, knuckles grazing her clit “All this cream just for me.”

  He straightened two fingers and pushed deep.

  “So tight,” he sighed as if in defeat. He withdrew his fingers then pushed in again. “Gonna make it good for you.”

  “Already have a head start,” she panted.

  He fisted the thin lace of her panties, twisted them counter-clockwise, ripping them.

  “Turn around.”

  She didn’t think she could get any wetter but his words triggered a deluge.

  “Keep your eyes on us,” he commanded. “Always on us.”

  With her back to him, he slipped his hands around her waist and lifted. The head of his cock penetrated her labia. She breathed out heavily in short bursts as the insistent pressure of him pushing inside made her eyes roll back.

  “Watch.”

  When she didn’t readily obey, he nipped the side of her neck. Jolting her into compliance, she met his hot gaze in the mirror.

  Oh vey! Their bodies fit together perfectly. His body surrounded her, filled her. His dark stare fixated on her the entire time, he slammed her onto his cock. Turned on by the rawness of the moment, she rocked against him, wanting more, needing it harder.

  “I think someone likes it,” he purred into her ear. His strokes were strong and fluid, pushing her toward the edge.

  “Asshole.”

  He chuckled into her ear. “I can’t wait to see your reaction when you come.”

  Unable to form a response, she moaned. He slid a hand down to where they were joined. His fingers touched her clit. He applied perfect pressure generating an exquisite ball of tension.

  Bangs, bumps and muted conversation filtered from the showroom. Shoshana bit down on her bottom lip. The thought that they could be discovered at any moment only made this better.

  “Say thank you.”

  “E–e–excuse me?”

  He used his cock to explain. Holding her closely, he lowered and dropped her over him. Scorching kisses rained down her spine and across her shoulders.

  “I’m about to cum,” she panted.

  “You’re welcome.” He wrapped his hand around her throat and gently squeezed. Like pressing a trigger, he’d set off a maelstrom. The blinding pleasure hammered her senses. Brain scrambling, her inner circuitry going haywire, she squeezed her eyes shut and silently thanked him for the orgasm ripping through her.

  On wobbly legs, Shoshana stood. She smoothed her pleated skirts over her hips and immediately noted a lack of panties. Her gaze dropped to the fitting room floor. All she needed was one of her clients or the cleaning crew to find them.

  Thankfully, she spotted a burgundy slip of lace peeking from under the arch of his left foot. Relieved and someone miffed with herself for allowing him to tear up her favorite pair of Walcott briefs, she squatted down at the same time he stood but not before he retrieved her undies. Surprised, still on all fours, she peered up at him.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m about to get dress…unless…you want some more. Afternoon’s open so no need to rush back to the office.” He stepped closer, lining his cock up with her mouth. A jolt whizzed down her spine. Trembling, she rose to her feet. Once had been risky. Anyone could have walked in on them. A second time would be downright foolhardy.

  “I don’t think that would be wise.”

  His blue eyes crinkled at the corners. “You were pretty loud.”

  Shoshana gasped. “I was so not loud.”

  His smile widened.

  “Okay. I was rather loud. I couldn’t—”

  She pressed her lips together before she embarrassed herself any further. She almost admitted he’d driven her completely out of her mind she couldn’t help all the moaning and screaming.

  Silently, she watched him saunter over to the valet stand. He pulled his pants off the stand then stepped into them. The muscles in his legs flexed and contracted, triggering that tell-tale ache between her legs which made her lose all common sense.

  “Since that’s settled, let’s grab something to eat.”

  The hum of indecision and possibility vibrated in the air. Tyson hadn’t prepped her for this turn of events. And she hadn’t thought any further than seducing him. Still, she wasn’t some timid intern uncertain in masculine company. She was more than capable of keeping men in their place.

  “I’m sorry but that won’t be possible.”

  One eyebrow shot skyward. “And why not?”

  “My day’s not done.”

  “Well, end it.”

  His arrogant assumption raised the hackles on the back of her neck. “Because the dick was good?”

  An instant smile creased his cheeks. “I didn’t say that.”

  “But you’re presuming that it was and that I should be drooling after you like some puppy and follow you anywhere.”

  “Now you’re definitely putting words in my mouth.” She must have touched a nerve because he shoved the tails of his shirt in his wais
tband. “I just assumed you wanted to get better acquainted.”

  “Because we had sex?”

  “Well…yeah.”

  His flabbergasted expression was comical. Poor baby. He probably rarely felt the sting of rejection since his balls dropped, and that number fell exponentially when he scored his first million. Too bad she had to break his streak. Patrick Kelly rounded out her top five of the best sex she ever had, but she didn’t do complicated. Her sanity couldn’t afford.

  “Look, Mr.—”

  “Patrick. We’re beyond last names at this point.”

  Her husky tone stoked his senses, and she recalled his whispered words of encouragement while she rode his lap.

  “Umm…Patrick. I’d really like to but—”

  “Here it comes, the list of excuses.” Now fully dressed, he slowly stalked toward her. “Allow me to outline all the debilitating reasons why you won’t have dinner with me. First and utmost, the fact that I’m your client is a major obstacle. What would your employees think? What if the other clients found out?

  “Then you need to consider my reputation. A handsome devil like myself must have a trail of broken hearts from here to Hoboken.” When her eyebrows rose in surprise, he went on with a smile. “Last but not least, you’ve been hurt. You measure all other men by the asshole that trampled all over your heart. Have I hit all the bases?”

  “You’re one for three.”

  “I am?”

  She found it hard to keep a straight face in the wake of his flummoxed expression. Chuckling, she said, “I’m not interested in your fandom,” She held up her hand to provide finger quotations, “A handsome devil like yourself whose left a trail of broken hearts from here to New Rochelle.”

  “Hoboken.”

  “As I was saying you being a heartbreaker doesn’t bother me in the least.”

  “Really?” He stood closer to her now. So close, his cologne tickled her senses. As if his unfinished suit could ward off his iniquitous charm, she held it between them.

  “Not in the least,” she continued. “Your past is your past. I had nothing to do with it. And as far as being hurt,” she lifted her shoulder. “I’ve never been invested in a person to really feel hurt when things ended.”

  “Maybe I can change your mind.”

  Four simple words and he put her hormones on ice. He must have noticed her expression. “That wasn’t very original was it?”

  “There could still be a few women out there who’ve never had the pleasure of coming across a man who can’t take no for an answer.”

  “It’s a requirement in my line of business. It’s served me very well.”

  “I’m sure. But it won’t get you anywhere with me. Look, a week from now your suit will be finished. You have your life. I have mine. And like you said a handsome devil like you has a trail of broken hearts in your wake. I don’t see an entanglement as being a win-win for me.”

  He reached up and rubbed his palm across his neck. “Christ! I thought I was the master of the hard sell.”

  “You probably are. And I would’ve bought what you’re selling, but I have too many people who count on me. I barely keep this place running with a clear head. Add you to the mix and it’s complicated.”

  A sly smile curled his lips.

  “Why are you smiling like the cat that caught the mouse?”

  “You left the door open.”

  Like a magnet drawn, her eyes followed him. “You’re full of it,” she gushed. “A rejection hardly qualifies for an open door.”

  He leaned in and whispered, “Oh, I disagree. You said you would’ve bought what I’m selling. That means you want to accept but right now you can’t.” Their shoulders brushed and she suddenly felt like a giant throbbing hormone. “I’m not only patient, I’m also persistent.”

  “Enjoy the rest of your day,” she said her voice no more than a whisper.

  “A kiss for the road?”

  “Please go.”

  “I will.” He lowered his mouth to hers. And it seemed like an eternity since their last kiss despite being only minutes ago. His lips tenderly caressed hers. Like the touch of butterfly’s wings.

  He lifted his head a hairsbreadth. “Kiss me back.”

  “And if I refuse?” She said it, but her body had already signed off.

  His brilliant blue eyes flashed. “Then I’ll just wait until you do.”

  A quick study she appreciated that he didn’t try bullying her into a kiss like he’d tried with dinner.

  “One kiss and then you go.”

  “One is all it takes.”

  What was the harm in a kiss? They’d done that in spades and then some. And it was much safer than christening another arm chair. Rising on her toes, she twined her arms around his neck. His hands came around her waist to balance her. She took a deep calming breath then pressed her mouth to his.

  She intended to give him a quick kiss then send him on his way. But when he pulled her into him, pressing the length of him against her a delicious shock tore through her. From tender to passionate, she kissed him like she wanted dinner and breakfast.

  “We really shouldn’t,” she murmured as her temperature began to skyrocket.

  “We can and we should,” he countered, rocking her hips against him.

  “I’m on the clock,” she groaned.

  Chuckling, he nipped at her bottom lip.

  “You’re with a client. Technically, you’re still working.”

  “I—”

  His mouth blotted out any forthcoming objection. And instead of calling him on the carpet for being a bad influence, she laced her fingers in his hair, fisting the gray streaked strands.

  He picked her up by the waist and walked them toward the club chairs.

  “Someone’s going to hear us.”

  His mouth brushed her temple with a tender kiss. “You can put this in your mouth,” he offered, dangling his tie near her nose.

  His necktie was better than her torn panties. No way was she putting them in her mouth. But as she wound the silken cravat around her fist, a governing impulse struck her.

  Shoshana crossed her arms behind her back. Toes already curling, she whispered, “wrap it around my wrists.”

  He stiffened. “I think this is the hardest I’ve been in my life. Stand still.”

  Her breath quickening in anticipation, she didn’t move while he bound her wrists. And when he sat down in the chair, she remained rooted to the spot, feverishly waiting his next command.

  “Come here,” he directed.

  Pulse racing, she stepped forward.

  He reached out and lifted the hem of her skirt. Her breath caught in her throat as his warm fingers slid along her inner thigh. That familiar ache built between her legs. She sidled closer.

  “Sit.”

  Feverish with need, she straddled his lap. He caught her by the hips, and warmth flowed through her.

  “Say you want me.”

  “I want you.” To prove her point, she wiggled her bottom.

  Hearing the unclasping of a zipper, her inner muscles contracted, and she clenched her fists at the throbbing intensity between her legs.

  He entered her immediately, gliding inside her effortlessly courtesy of an overabundance of natural lubricant. Moaning with pleasure, she rested her head against his shoulder against the back cushion, letting it take the brunt of his demanding thrusts. Each stroke proved better than the last, his fluid penetration and withdrawal both breaking her and building her back up at the same time.

  “More,” she begged

  He answered her plea by grasping her arms and lifting her. The position–albeit odd–was somewhat uncomfortable, but it placed his cock at the perfect angle. Every time he entered her and withdrew he massaged a sweet spot that fanned her desire, turning it white hot. Running headlong into another orgasm, feverish abandonment propelling her, she rocked her hips and bottom to meet him.

  His fingers dug into her flesh. Possibly leaving marks she wouldn’t
be able to explain. Caught up in the moment, slavishly dependent on his touch, she didn’t care. At this point, she likened him to a superhero with the ability to climb into the very heart of her psyche and give her exactly what she needed.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

  A pulsing heat coiled in her core, harvesting pressure like a hurricane. Thankfully, his hands supported her because she felt weightless and oddly disembodied. Enslaved by an all-encompassing need for release, she arched into him, moving against him in a purely primal dance of give and take, unhearing, unseeing, hurtling toward only one destination.

  “I’m cu—”

  He covered her mouth with his for the save. She squeezed her eyes shut and let the wave overtake her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  It was a miracle he made it back to his office in one piece. Ever since leaving Haufman’s clothier, he’d been on autopilot, deep in his thoughts trying to find a solution to a problem he couldn’t quite shake or wrap his head around.

  No ifs or buts about it, he was officially Shoshana Haufman’s in-house booty call.

  With any other woman, the circumstances would’ve suited him just fine. Finding unnecessary entanglements bothersome, he normally petitioned for no strings attached sex upfront. If they couldn’t come to a settlement, then he walked. If one woman didn’t accept his terms he could find a half a dozen that would.

  Muttering angrily, Patrick stabbed the elevator call button. He glanced up at the floor stops and resigned himself to a long wait. Despite being after hours, a steady stream filed out of the elevators into the twilight hours.

  Maybe he’d been working too hard, clocking so many hours, it was finally affecting his behavior, making him want things he’d never wanted. Like wanting all her free time and demanding exclusivity. For sure it was a virgin feeling and it horrified him. But the idea of Shoshana Haufman spreading her legs for another man made his inner caveman awaken, and with his favorite punching bag in the basement gym, and unable to shake his frustration, he tagged the call button again.

  Okay, that was a lie. His work schedule had nothing to do with earning a one-way ticket to clown town. Ever since he’d been promoted to a full-time position, busting out a sixty-hour work week had become routine, and one of the contributing factors for his steady rise in the firm. Shoshana Haufman was the sole reason for the shakeup of his scruples, the revocation of his man card and why he was feeling like a tool.