Leather
& Lace

“What makes you think I’m offering what you want?” Cleo asked, more as a statement than a question. She was so
close to him that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face.
“I’m all about negotiating the best terms,” Luke said with a crooked smile. “That’s my specialty,” he said with a wink.
How could she not love this guy?
He had all the right answers, which usually annoyed the hell out of her. He was also invading her space and personal
boundaries, a major no-no in her line of work.
But the very fact that she didn’t want to kick his ass said more than she wanted to consider.
“What exactly are your terms?” Cleo asked as he moved in closer and pressed her back to the door. Body to body, the
steel hard against her back, she felt helpless and heard herself whimper.
Actually, whimper.
She should be pissed off at him, at herself and frightened at her reaction.
Instead, it felt so hot.
She wanted him to touch her. To explore her body. She wanted to feel him against her, flesh to flesh, to have him
inside her, his cock thrusting into her pussy, her legs spread wide.
“One kiss,” Luke proposed. He cupped her waist with his hands, kneading her flesh with limber fingertips.
Cleo knew that if he wanted to, he could take her here. Ram her against the door. She saw the desire in his eyes, felt
the bulge in his pants and saw the trickles of sweat that ran down his temple. He wasn’t so prim and proper after all.
She loved it. She couldn’t help but smile, knowing that she’d taken away his self-control. His money, his manners,
none of it mattered right now, right here.
Eyes wide, daringly, Cleo slid her lips over his in the most tender of kisses. Soft as a whisper, she teased, coaxing
him along.
“Jesus—”Luke swallowed. She could see his control slipping. Even a man with his restraint had his limits. “You
taste…amazing,” he groaned. “Amazing.”
Cleo seized his mouth, harsh and hungry. Her tongue invaded, darting in and out of his mouth and devouring
everything in her wake. She couldn’t be sure who was seducing whom and at this point, she didn’t care.
He pushed his body against hers and crushed her breasts against his chest. Cleo ground her hips into his groin and
his cock pulsated. She wrapped her arms around his neck and just as she imagined, shoved her fingers through his
silky blond hair.
The kiss deepened and she tugged his head from side to side, working her tongue inside his mouth with greedy
strokes. He was making her insane.
Leather and Lace
“Hurry,” Cleo demanded between wet, sloppy kisses. She was ready to tear him apart. God, his mouth, his tongue, he
was amazing. “Up—” she panted, “upstairs.” She backed him toward the private area of her loft, tearing at his clothing.
She was being paid to learn everything she could about Lukas Nathanial Lace, after all, and she supposed this
qualified.
It was a dirty job but somebody had to do it.