Page 276 of Manhattan Bossholes

“Are you that desperate, Hellcat?” Her breathy little sighs were like music to my ears. It was torture not touching her, but a delicious kind of torture. I knew the anticipation would just make it better in the end.

“Aren’t you?”

I stroked my thumb along her cheekbone. “There’s nothing I want more than you right now.”

Her brow arched, her hand running down my chest to the bulge in my pants. She squeezed lightly, smirking as I jerked against her. “Just making sure.”

“Trust me, I want you to have the full Trent Saunders experience. And I can’t do my best work in the back of a moving vehicle.”

The car came to a stop. Thank fucking God, because I didn’t know if I was going to be able to hold out much longer. Natasha tugged her dress back into place as I pushed the door open, climbing out. I reached back for her hand, helping her out of the car.

“Just so you know, I would have settled for subpar work,” she whispered as she passed me.

“You shouldn’t have to settle for anything,” I growled, staring down at her in the amber glow of the streetlights. She gave a sharp little inhale, shivering in the night’s chill.

“Trent,” she said.

“Yes?” Her eyes sparkled as much as her dress. I couldn’t wait to get it off her.

“Take me upstairs.”

I kissed her hand, then escorted her into my building, past the concierge. I hustled us into the elevator, hitting the button for the top floor. As soon as the door closed, Natasha was immediately in my arms, my hands fisting in the fabric of her dress, hiking it up her body. I didn’t know if we were even going to make it out of the elevator as she started pulling my shirt from my pants.

Natasha turned in my arms, grinding back against my lap. I smoothed my hands over her shoulders and across her collarbones, squeezing her full breasts through the dress. “You’re so sexy,” I growled into her ear.

Natasha’s head fell back against my shoulder, her curls a little wilder than they’d been when I picked her up.

The elevator door finally opened, and we stumbled into the hall, my shirt half untucked from my pants. I kissed her up against my front door, grinding against her as I fumbled with the lock.

When it opened, I caught Natasha before she could fall. I’d left a couple lamps on. She turned her head long enough to glance around. The front room was an open concept space with large windows, a massive fireplace, and towering built-in bookshelves. The best part was the wrap-around balcony that overlooked the city. Maybe I’d save that for another night when we could be bundled up together. Right now, I wanted Natasha naked.

Very, very naked.

“Nice place,” she whispered, kissing my neck.

“Thanks.”

“Sorta thought it might be bigger.”

I scoffed. “Bigger?”

“Bigger is better, you know.” She bit her lip teasingly.

“I see.” I dropped my hands, grabbing her ass, letting her feel the strength of my erection. “Is that big enough for you?”

“I’ll have to inspect it more closely,” she said.

With a smirk, my hands fell to the button on my pants, then the zipper, tugging them down my waist enough to free my erection. It hung there between us, aching and hard. “See what you do to me?”

Natasha’s lips parted, her eyebrow arching slightly. I took her hand, guiding it to my cock, basking in the pleasure that rocketed through me as she squeezed once, twice, three times. “Don’t get carried away,” I warned, threading my hands into her curls as she explored, her thumb bushing over the head of my cock. “I have big plans for you tonight.”

She swallowed hard, her chest heaving, then I tugged slightly on her hair, bringing her face to mine. I caught her in a searing kiss, my tongue slipping past her lips, driving sounds from her she’d be embarrassed about tomorrow.

“Trent,” she whispered, breaking the kiss to squirm against me. When she caught my eye, I could see how desperate she was.

I took control, backing her toward the couch, my pants sagging around my hips. I paused long enough to rifle in the drawer next to the couch for a condom.

“Let me,” Natasha said, taking the wrapper from my hand. She tore it open, rolling the condom onto my cock in one smooth motion.