Marni Mann

“That I would do anything to taste you.”

Say I can have you.”

“I want to tell you something, Kendall.”

Her cheeks reddened, and her breathing sped up, her chest rising faster with each inhale.

“Since the moment I saw you, there’s only been one thought in my head.”

She pushed herself further against the wall, her knee bending so she could place her heel there as well. “And that is?”

“That I would do anything to taste you.”

“I do everything in my power to make it mine.” I leaned in close, my lips hovering inches away from hers. Her eyes told me she was preparing for me to kiss her, but after a few exhales, I moved my mouth to her ear. “You’re all I can think about.”

“Four, three.”

Her chest stilled, telling me she was holding air in her lungs.

“Two.”

“Dominick …” My name came out like a moan.

“One.”

“Have you ever considered getting into television?” I asked her.

She immediately shook her head, those seductive, dark curls falling across her cheeks. “No way. I don’t have the face or the personality.”

It was my turn to laugh. “I would have to disagree.”

“When I sat at that conference table, the chance of being James’s agent dangling right in front of me, I had the same goddamn look on my face as you did when Kendall was sitting next to you.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Brother, it takes one to know one, and I saw that shit coming from a mile away.” He took a drink of his coffee. “Kendall was the girl in the green dress, the one I assume you took to your hotel room last night?”

“Fool, who do you think you’re talking to? Do you really think I fucking believe that?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

His eyes narrowed. “I saw the way you were looking at her. You were doing everything in your power not to throw her across my desk.”

“You’re so fucking hot.”

I wasn’t just igniting a blaze between us; I was playing with fire.

I felt that in my chest.

I saw it in his eyes.

“That fucking ass …” he hissed in my neck. “Keep rubbing it against me, Kendall, and you’re going to get my cock inside it.”

“From me?” He stopped a few inches away. “From how badly you were turning me on?”

I couldn’t think when I was around him.

I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t do anything aside from feel how aroused I was.

“Do you know how fucking hard you made me on that dance floor?”

“I felt that … yes.” My exhale came out as a moan. “I didn’t mean to.”

His laugh sounded more like a roar. “You knew exactly what you were doing to me.” He lifted his arm, his hand now pressed above my head.

“Dominick …” I tried to inhale and couldn’t. “You’re my lawyer.”

Is that even relevant?

Another question that went unanswered, my brain unable to process anything.

“Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”