It was just as well he had a reliable capable team running his business over in the Cayman Islands, thought Will, striding along the pavement towards Bella’s shop, his body tight with anticipation and desire pounding through him. Because if it had been solely down to him, he’d be heading for bankruptcy.
Work? What a joke. Since their affair had started he’d barely been able to focus on anything other than Bella and when he’d next be seeing her. She was amazing. Insatiable. Utterly intoxicating, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She had him thinking about things he couldn’t have and behaving totally out of character.
Why else would he have ditched the meeting he was supposed to be having in response to her phone call an hour ago? Why else would his body have leapt to attention when she’d suggested he meet her here in half an hour? Why else would he have made himself sit on his chair and coolly tell her to make it an hour when every cell of his body urged him to make it five minutes? What on earth had he been trying to prove by doing that? That he did in fact have some sort of masochistic streak? That he was in some sort of control over this?
Will stopped at her front door and pressed the buzzer. That was even more of a joke. He’d lost control over this the minute she’d stared up at him at the museum and told him she wanted an affair with him.
Which could well be why the idea of her not being around for his birthday in March was beginning to feel distinctly unappealing. Why he was beginning to get the feeling that at the end of the month he might not be able to let her go.
Will froze as something punched him in the stomach. His heart skipped a beat. And then he gave himself a quick shake and forced himself to relax.
Not be able to let her go? That was ridiculous. Of course he’d be able to let her go. Because that was the agreement. That was what they both wanted. And basically because he didn’t have any choice. And come March he’d be … well, who knew where he’d be? But wherever he was Bella definitely wouldn’t be with him.
Whatever was going on in his poor perplexed brain, one thing was clear. They only had another two weeks and he intended to make the most of every minute.
‘Come on up.’
Starting now. Her voice, lower and more sultry than he remembered from this morning, had lust pounding through him so hard and so fast that all thoughts of where Bella might be in March vanished. All he was interested in was where she was right now.
He pushed the door open and attacked the stairs two at a time. He got to the top to find the door to her flat ajar and for some reason his pulse began to race.
‘Bella?’ he said, stepping over her threshold, shrugging out of his coat and dropping it on the chair.
‘In here.’
Her voice came from the direction of her bedroom and Will strode along the passageway and threw open the door.
And nearly passed out. He stopped, his breath shooting from his lungs and the bolt of lust thundering through him almost slammed him back against the wall.
Bella was lying on her bed, reclining against a bank of pillows and wearing nothing but a kind of black lacy corset, black stockings, black high heels and a very sultry smile.
All he could do was stare at her, desire punching him from the inside out, his mouth dry as his eyes roamed over her.
‘Hi,’ she said huskily, her eyes dark and inviting and promising things that made his stomach clench.
Will swallowed. Coughed. Wondered if he’d ever be able to speak again. ‘Hi.’ Hmm. Barely.
She rose off the bed and swung her legs to the floor and stood up. The corset pulled in her waist and made her breasts swell over the top. Her heels made her legs look endlessly long. She sidled over to him, her hips mesmerising him as they swayed from side to side.
Unable to take his eyes off her, Will couldn’t move. His feet seemed to be glued to the floor. He clenched his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching for her and thrust them into the pockets of his jeans just to make sure. She’d clearly put a lot of thought into this seduction routine and who was he to spoil it?
‘So how’s your day been?’ she said, standing right in front of him, placing her hands on his chest and planting a hot wet kiss on his mouth.
‘Fine,’ he said raggedly when she eventually drew back. ‘Getting better by the second.’
‘I do hope so.’
Glancing up at him from beneath her lashes, she gave him a smile that wiped his mind and then set about undoing the buttons of his shirt. As she slid his shirt from his shoulders, down his arms and off, she pressed a kiss to his chest, flicked her tongue over his nipple and Will shuddered.
Achingly slowly she unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans and sank to her knees as she pushed them down his legs. Her hair brushed over his throbbing erection and he had to clasp his hands behind his head to stop himself from burying his hands in her hair and guiding her head and her mouth to where he desperately wanted her.
His legs feeling weirdly weak, Will stepped out of his jeans and kicked off his shoes and then Bella was sliding her hands over his calves and the backs of his thighs and he closed his eyes in desperation.
Her breath whispered over his skin and then she was brushing her mouth up his thigh and over his erection and then higher, across his stomach, his chest until she was standing up and he was a moment away from dragging her to the floor and burying himself inside her.
‘Lie on the bed,’ she murmured, her voice low and husky.
‘Bossy.’