James stayed still for a moment before grabbing my legs and hiking them over his shoulders. The unexpected angle gave him deep access to my womanhood and I moaned and gripped his shoulders as our bodies began to rock back and forth in the graceful rhythm of love. Soon, we were drenched in sweat as James pumped in and out of my waiting body. Ecstasy and lust were swirling through my veins and I tangled my hands in James’s dark, unruly hair and moaned loudly, thrusting back against his body until our skin was practically stuck together.
“Hanna,” James grunted in my ear, bucking and gasping and groaning.
I could feel that he was close. As I rocked my body against his, James slid a hand between us and began rubbing my clit with his thumb as he thrust in deeper and deeper. His touch was just enough to push me over the edge and I moaned loudly as the pleasurable sensations rocked my entire world.
James bucked his hips and arched his back, groaning through his clenched teeth. He was silent for a moment, and then he growled before leaning down to kiss me. I felt his teeth nipping at my lower lip and a little aftershock of lust went surging through my body as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close.
James sat up and climbed onto the leather bench seat before reaching down and taking me into his arms. We were both breathing hard and covered in sweat and I pressed my face to his chest and listened to the frantic sound of his heartbeat as the car moved slowly through the Boston night.
“So,” I said with a grin. “Have you ever done that before?”
James snickered. “No,” he said. He leaned down and brushed my sweaty bangs away from my forehead. “But I couldn’t wait until we got to your apartment to kiss you. I needed you, Hanna.”
James’s words sent a hot thrill of pleasure and excitement through my body and I smiled happily as I nodded.
“But there’s just one thing,” James continued. He smirked lazily.
“What?” I narrowed my eyes and sat up. “What is it? Are you going to tell me that Nick was listening the whole time?”
James snickered. “No. But he’s been circling your building for the last twenty minutes.”
I groaned. “Oh my god,” I said, burying my face in my hands. “I’m so embarrassed!”
James pulled my hands away from my eyes and leaned down. “Don’t be,” he said tenderly as he pressed his lips to mine. “It was perfect, wasn’t it?”
I flushed. “Yes,” I said softly. “Yes, it was.”
Chapter Nine
James
“So,” Harry said with a lazy grin as he reached for his Manhattan and took a long swig. “Your plan worked?”
I shrugged. “Actually, it worked much better than I expected,” I said. “Hanna took the job on the spot. Now she’s off my desk…”
“And on your cock?”
I narrowed my eyes. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about,” I said. “Don’t make me regret telling you.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I have no idea when you got so stuck up,” he said, shaking his head in obvious disgust. “Besides, I thought you just had to get her out of your system. Isn’t that what you said?”
I glared at him. “In no way I did say that,” I said. “I said I wanted to reconnect with her.”
“And so now you have, and you can get over this stupid schoolboy crush,” Harry said dismissively. “I’m going to a great party later – you should come, James.”
“I should catch up on work,” I said. In my excitement over my date with Hanna, I hadn’t been paying as much attention to my duties at Magnate Group. I knew that my father was probably rolling in his grave, but so what? It was my company now, after all…of course, that didn’t mean I was going to drive it into the ground or anything like that.
“Boring,” Harry said. He groaned and got to his feet. “At least come with me now,” he said, turning his attention to the end of the bar where a group of young women were sitting. “I need your help.”
I got to my feet and followed Harry across the bar, rolling my highball glass in my hand and thinking about Hanna. It had only been a few days since our date – I’d texted her a few times, but I hadn’t seen her again. I was already dying to make plans, though. I couldn’t wait to show her everything I loved about Boston – the good restaurants, the tiny little wine kitchens and cellars hidden in back alleys that most people would ignore. I knew Hanna was a few years younger, and just out of college…she wouldn’t have had a chance to discover a lot of those places on her own.
And I couldn’t wait to be the man who showed them to her.
Harry led me across the room and paused in front of a group of blondes. They were laughing and smiling, but when they saw us, their giggles fell silent.
“Hello, ladies,” Harry said. “My friend and I were feeling lonely. Would you join us for a drink?”
Inwardly, I groaned and shot Harry a dirty look. But he ignored me.
One of the girls blinked. She locked eyes with me and her cheeks turned pink.
“Oh my god,” she said. “Are you James West?”
I nodded.
“Wow,” she said, fanning herself and biting her lip. “I read that profile about you in The Sun, and I can’t believe it’s really you!” She leaned in closer and winked. “And you’re much cuter in person.”
“She thought you would be ugly,” another blonde interjected. She, too, batted her lashes at me. “But obviously you’re not, or anything,” she added quickly.
I laughed. “That’s flattering,” I said. “But I was just leaving.”
Harry turned to me and frowned. “No, you’re not,” he said. “Come on, James – stay and have a drink with us.” He turned to the girls with a flirtatious smile on his broad face. “James is such a workaholic,” he said. “That’s part of what makes him so charming, don’t you think?”
The blonde turned back to me and I could practically see dollar signs in her eyes. I felt like groaning – she was just another Boston wannabe socialite, someone who saw my charge card instead of my eyes.
Hanna would never be like this.
“Yeah,” the blonde said. She licked her lips and pursed them seductively. “I think you should stay, James. Is it okay if I call you that, James?”
“It’s my name,” I said drily. “But I’ll be going now. Bye, Harry.”
Harry tried to grab my arm but I stepped backward and smiled ironically. He stared at me for a long moment before rolling his eyes.
“Don’t forget about the Langdon’s Christmas party,” Harry called as soon as I started walking away. “You still need to find a date.”
“So I do,” I said, smirking as Hanna’s face filled my mind. “So I do.”
The next week of work was like torture. I was insanely busy – I barely had time to take a piss, much less go down a floor and see Hanna. My new secretary was unremarkable – an older woman, who took great pleasure in forgetting my daily coffee every morning. But I was glad for that, the lack of excitement…especially after what had happened with nearly every secretary before her.
Finally, on Thursday, the offices closed early for the holiday. Just as I was stepping onto the elevator, I saw Hanna waiting in the lobby. Pushing past everyone else, I grinned at her.
“Hey, you,” Hanna said coyly. She cocked her head to the side and smiled, showing her creamy white teeth. “I thought you’d forgotten about me.”