From Boardroom to Bedroom

Chapter 23

“Were you that focused on work you didn’t take time for yourself?”

“I want to make a name for myself,” she told him. “Personal life could always come later.”

Or now.

Nigel leaned in and slid his lips across hers. Her swift intake of breath and the increased pulse at the base of her throat only increased his need to make her feel everything she’d deprived herself of.

The fact that he was the first one to even make her think about giving herself up in such a way was more than an ego boost...it was a bloody treasure.

“So why are you here with me?”

She licked her lips and he knew the act stemmed from nerves and not some practiced ploy. “Because I can’t help myself,” she murmured honestly. “I’ve never felt drawn to someone the way I’ve been drawn to you. I know it’s not right since you’re my boss and I’ve tried to ignore what I feel.” Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Nigel eased the jack

et from her shoulders and tossed it aside. “What do you feel?”

He tipped her head and braced one arm around her lower back to hold her firmly against him.

“Attracted, desired.” Her eyes dropped to his mouth. “Aroused.”

For someone so innocent, she knew all the right words to say. She raised her hand, hesitated, then placed it on the side of his face.

There was that hint of insecurity. He’d never seen even an inkling of that in the office. She’d always been confident and strong. Even in the minor position she’d been hired for initially, someone like

Roslyn was too big in life to be a simple consultant.

“Don’t be afraid,” he told her, even though fear pumped through him. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. Roslyn deserved more than for him to swipe off the top of his desk and lay her out.

She’d never done this before and he had to respect her reasons why...even if they were foreign to him.

Nigel took her hands in his and stepped back. Then he led her to the oversize leather sofa and urged her down. As she sat, those expressive eyes stared back at him. He’d have given anything to rip that excuse for a dress off her body and explore her tempting curves with his eyes, his hands, his mouth, but he didn’t want to rush or frighten her.

Self-control was key here.

Roslyn started to reach for the top of his pants, but he pulled away. Confusion flashed across her face as she stared back up at him.

Nigel dropped to his knees in front of her, circling her waist with his hands, and leaning in to brush his lips across the swell of her breasts where her dress dipped.

“Trust me,” he murmured over her heated skin. “Let me make you feel good.”

“I’m feeling pretty good already,” she sighed, settling deeper into the sofa.

The flare of her hips beneath his hands had him eagerly roaming down and pulling the skirt of her red dress back up over her shapely legs. He shifted his focus between her eyes and the dark skin he revealed inch by inch. He didn’t want to miss a single part of her experience.

Roslyn stared down at his hands, her mouth open, her lids heavy. Desire looked good on her and he planned on making sure she knew just how desirable she truly was.

Anticipation pumped through him, knowing no other man had ever touched her in such a way. The experience seemed heightened, the intensity raised to a dizzying degree. He was too far gone, and from the little pants and sighs, so was she. Obviously she wanted this just as much as him.

Nigel glanced down to peek at the black lacy panties visible from beneath the slit of the skirt. He slid his thumb over the delicate material, right at the point where he knew she ached.

Her gasp had him smiling. So responsive, so passionate. She was utterly perfect, and he hadn’t even pleasured her yet.

When the snug dress wouldn’t move anymore, Nigel gripped her hips and tugged her into a half-laying position. Better. Now he could shift the dress a bit more and expose the rest of those lacy panties.

His breath left his lungs as he finally took her in from the waist down. He’d never seen a sexier sight and he ached to touch her, to taste her.

Roslyn’s hands threaded through his hair as she continued to stare back at him. The want and need he saw looking back at him had Nigel ready to give her anything she wanted...and more.

Unable to wait a moment longer, he leaned down and slid his lips over her, where the lacy seam met skin. She trembled beneath his touch and Nigel continued to hold onto her hips as he explored her with his mouth.