MrTemptation by Annabelle Weston Page B

The only movement she made was to
put her foot back on the floor.
    Preston slowly unwound their fingers and pressed a searing
kiss to her swollen lips. Then he released her.
    Unhappily for Cadence, he had more self-control than she
did.
    “Cadence, I…”
    She put her finger across his lips. “Don’t apologize.”
    “I shouldn’t take advantage of…”
    “A client?” she scoffed. “Could you forget about the Burkes
for one night? I have.”
    “We’d better go,” he said.
    She shrugged to hide her disappointment. “Whatever you say.”
    He reached around and opened the door. His hand brushed the
bare skin of her arm. She loved what his touch did to her. She was giddy. She
was lighthearted. She was ready to fuck.
    Why he had backed down was the million-dollar question.
    I mean, who’s taking advantage of whom?
    As the elevator descended, Cadence relived the kiss over and
over and fought the urge to press him against the wall until he kissed her like
that again. Her entire body sang for more. She tingled all over and the ache of
unfulfilled satisfaction throbbed in her pussy. He could kiss her senseless for
all she cared.
    She coughed and cleared her throat. When had she become a
vixen? When had she become one of those kinds of girls?
    Frank was waiting by the open door of the Escalade. He
looked very macho wearing a leather jacket. She climbed in first and stole a
glance at Preston. His gaze met hers with an invitation. He sat next to her,
picked up her hand and squeezed it.
    Shafts of fire ran up her arm, bull’s-eyed to every nerve in
her body. Her nipples were permanently hard and her clit throbbed for more of
his cock to press against her. That single act of holding hands became one of
raw sensuality and she envisioned his hands holding hers above her head again
and again and claiming her in the most earth-shattering way possible.
    Her pulse quickened and her pussy twitched. She was a wanton
hussy tonight. It thrilled her to think of herself as brazen.
    Preston gave Frank an address downtown. Tribeca. Sweet.
    They pulled away from the curb. Cadence sat back and rested
her head against the headrest.
    “I remember when you were sixteen,” Preston said.
    She turned her head to look at him. His voice wasn’t as
serious as his expression. “You do? That was a long time ago.”
    “Almost ten years.”
    “I vaguely remember you. You were a tall, skinny guy and
wore wire-rim glasses.”
    “That’d be me,” he said.
    “You were always so glum.”
    The corner of his mouth turned up. “I had a lot on my mind.”
    “Were you at Mother’s funeral?” she asked.
    “Yes. I’d escorted my mother.”
    “Really? Did we talk?” She wished she could remember more
but the whole day was a blur.
    “You asked me where the bathroom was. I couldn’t stop
staring at you.” His eyes, even in the dim light, mesmerized her, and his lips,
full and luscious, begged her to try them out again for size.
    “Oh really?” she teased.
    “I remember my mother giving me a look that said ‘you better
turn around right now and wipe that drool off your face’.” His laugh was low in
his throat and stroked her insides.
    It seemed impossible he could’ve had the hots for her all
those years ago and she hadn’t picked up on the vibes. Just good luck, from
what she’d experienced upstairs, that he still did.
    “Well I assure you I’m all grown up, so you can look all you
like.” A wicked laugh escaped her. “I’m not so sure about the drooling part.”
    She could try to convince him she noticed him now but words
were so inadequate. Her thoughts wandered to how she could hike up her dress
and straddle him, eagerly and with no reservation. The image made her smile.
Her face coming down on his at the same time as she gripped his hips and met
his mouth passion for passion.
    Would that just take the starch out of his collar? What was
she waiting for?
    She swept her fingers through his hair and tugged, pulling
him closer. His