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Theo gave discreet orders to his butler, and within five minutes, bride and groom were heading for the car, showered with rice, praise and some good-natured teasing by their guests: “I’ve never seen anyone so keen to start their honeymoon!”
But once the two of them were sitting in the back of the Rolls-Royce, as Bernard drove them through the dark, empty streets of a late weekday evening in Manhattan, it was suddenly far too quiet for Theo’s liking. Especially with their suitcases in the trunk for their honeymoon. He’d picked the location as an act of bravado, a way to prove to himself how far he’d come. But had he? Had he really?
For his whole adult life, he’d managed to contain his emotions, to avoid even having them. But now, for some reason, they were suddenly circling.
Emmie’s eyes caught his in the back seat, and he looked away sharply, his heart in his throat.
Normally, he would have thrown himself into work for four days or ten, until he was too exhausted and distracted to feel anything. But he could hardly work now, when he’d insisted on dragging his new bride from their wedding. He couldn’t exactly jump out of the car and run a quick ten miles, either.
Only one other stress reliever would do.
His gaze slid sideways to the curve of Emmie’s breast. They were married now. Leaving on honeymoon. He didn’t believe for a second that Emmie actually intended their marriage to be in name only. She’d enjoyed their night together as much as he had. So either she was lying to him, trying to gain the upper hand in their relationship—good luck with that—or else she was lying to herself for some reason. Either way, it was time to clear the air and fall into bed. He couldn’t wait until they arrived at their honeymoon destination. And his private jet did have a bed...
In Midtown, he strode into his office building to get this errand done so they could reach that jet as quickly as possible. Emmie followed in her wedding dress. He greeted the security guard, who took in their attire and smiled.
“Congratulations, sir.”
“Thanks for coming—” Catching his automatic response too late, Theo corrected himself. “Er, thanks for keeping an eye on things here.”
Upstairs, Theo found his empty office floor and all the unfilled cubicles deathly quiet.
“Why are we here?” Emmie asked behind him. He glanced at her, then without responding, kept walking.
His private office was large, with high ceilings, and a very expensive desk. His company had offices in cities around the world, but New York City was technically his headquarters. Unlocking his safe hidden behind a black-and-white Jackson Pollock painting, he pulled out a small, plainly wrapped package, three inches square. His hand trembled a little as he looked down at it in his palm.
“It’s funny to be here.” Emmie gave a low laugh as she looked around the office. “So much has changed since I was here last...”
Moonlight from the high arched window flooded his private office, illuminating dappled patterns on her wedding dress and the white rose in her hair, her eyes bright. She looked like an angel. An angel he didn’t deserve.
And a sensual one, a divine angel of sin. His gaze fell to her full breasts and belly, straining against the thin white of the silk, and he shuddered. There was no way he could wait until they reached the jet at Teterboro.
Now. He needed her now.
Locking the safe, sliding the painting back over it, he dropped the small package in his jacket pocket. He crossed the office, standing inches away from her, towering over her.
Emmie looked up in the moonlight, and her expression changed. She said brokenly, “Theo—”
But he didn’t want to hear arguments or reasons. He didn’t want to think at all. After everything he’d endured to do the right thing—marry her—he wanted only to claim his prize.
Pulling her roughly into his arms, Theo kissed her. No soft short kiss, either, like the one he’d given her at their wedding. No.
This kiss was hungry. Dirty. Hard. He plundered her mouth in an intensity of need. She gasped against his lips, and for a moment he felt her hesitate. His grip tightened.
Then she returned his kiss with a desperation that matched his own. A bed, they needed a bed—
The desk. The big desk where they’d spent over a year working together, where for months he’d tried not to notice how beautiful his secretary was, when he’d tried and failed not to desire her. Yes. He’d take her on the desk, right here and now—
Cupping her breasts through the sensuous silk, he deepened the kiss as she trembled in his arms. Reaching beneath the fabric of her bra, he felt the warmth of her skin against his palms and stroked her nipples between his fingers.
Ripping away from the kiss, he lowered his head to one nipple, then the other, savoring the taste as each pebbled in the heat of his wet mouth. He heard her moan and was suddenly so hard his whole body shook with need. He had to have her—now. Pushing her against the desk, he fell to his knees in front of her, yanking up her wedding dress, reaching for her white lacy panties, pushing her thighs apart—
“No,” she choked out suddenly, and then, “No!”
Roughly, she shoved him away. Startled, Theo stumbled back. Regaining his balance, he straightened. For a moment, they stared at each other in the shadows, blinking in the moonlight.
“I meant what I said,” Emmie said hoarsely. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
Then she slid off the desk and, without a single backward glance, left him standing in the shadows of his office.
