MrTemptation (10 page)

She gripped his hand and lowered it to her crotch. She
sucked harder on his tongue as his strong fingers pressed and stroked over her
clit. She caressed his hard-muscled chest, down to his rigid abs and didn’t pause
at his belt buckle. She wanted to touch his cock and she went for it, palming
over his thick, stony erection. He was huge.

Preston growled deep his thought at her touch and stroked
her clit faster. Her legs shook as he elicited pleasure from her. He stroked
her clit in easy, quick circles, with just the right amount of pressure. His
lips traveled from hers to her neck, nipping at her collarbone. His other hand
pinched her nipple—hard.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“You’re so hot… I want you so bad,” he murmured against the
flesh at the top of her breast. He pulled her shirt down and clamped his hot
mouth over her nipple through her bra. “You smell so good, taste even better.”

Cadence could think of nothing but pleasure. What he was
doing with his hands and mouth, the way his cock pulsed as she stroked him
through his pants. She wanted to tear off her clothes and fuck him right there
on the seat.

“Come for me, Cadence,” he demanded. “I want to watch you
come and think of what we can do later all through dinner.”

Her breath hitched at his words. She was so close. Sparks of
pleasure fired along her nerves. Her insides fluttered and with one more stroke
of Preston’s thumb and suck of his lips on her nipple, she was flying over the
edge.

“Here we are, sir.” Frank’s voice interrupted from the
intercom.

Cadence sighed. Preston chuckled. She hoped dinner would be
quick.

He pressed a kiss to her lips, his fingers pressed to her
pussy. “Are you all right?” Preston asked.

She licked her lips. “Oh yeah.”

“We’ll finish this after dinner.”

“Without a doubt.”

She climbed out her side of the Caddy, and she saw where he
had taken her.

Nobu. She’d heard it took six months to get a table. He
really had found somewhere special. He joined her on the sidewalk, shifting his
cock in his pants—even still he couldn’t hide how much he wanted her.

She turned and smiled at him. “Good choice. The food is
supposed to be fabulous here.”

“It is,” Preston replied.

She grasped his hand. “I feel like a kid who’s just gotten a
treat.”

“I wanted to impress you.”

“Oh, you have.”

Preston led the way toward the entrance of the restaurant.
His sturdy grip made her feel connected to the past in a strange way. Her mind
spun off in every direction again, remembering his strong hands as they gripped
her, stroked her.

If he wanted her, he could have her. She’d give him no
arguments. Wouldn’t play hard to get. If he wanted to bend her over right here
in the lobby of the restaurant, she would gladly accept him.

She laughed. Maybe not a PDA. That would be going too far
for the daughter of a former mayor.

“Something funny?” he asked.

“I was just thinking how scandalized the management would be
if you kissed me like you did in your SUV.”

“Would you like to find out?”

She widened her eyes in mock horror. Until tonight, she
hadn’t even considered doing such a thing.

“Behave yourself,” she said. “I have a reputation to uphold
in this city.”

“Not anymore.”

She squeezed his hand. Preston was right. The perfect
daughter no longer existed.

As she led them through the doors of the restaurant, she
noticed other how women watched him, followed him with catlike gazes. She moved
closer to him, possessive in a way that was so unlike her. He was hers tonight
and how dare they look at him? Of course she was being silly. He was an attractive
man. The women were showing their appreciation of one of the finer things in
life.

They were seated next to a window, with city lights and
bustling crowds creating a mood of excitement.

Preston swore he was an expert with chopsticks but when
their orders of sushi arrived, his tuna roll went flying through the air. With
a gasp, she covered her mouth with both hands and tried to control a fit of
giggles as she watched the flying piece of fish land in an elderly woman’s
glass of saki, spilling the drink on the man with her.

The lady wore a crepe sheath cut low enough to see her
considerable cleavage. To think where the fish could’ve landed.

Laughter bubbled to the top. To hell with it, Cadence
decided. She didn’t try to hide her emotions any longer. She laughed openly and
loudly.

Preston stood, his eyes sparking with a potent combination
of confidence and humility.

“My apologies!” He bowed to the elderly woman, who glared at
him. He asked the waiter to send the couple a round of fresh drinks on him. He
took his wallet out of his jacket pocket and handed the man his business card.
“Please send the dry-cleaning bill to me.”

His thoughtfulness and abundant charm quelled the matron’s
hostility and Preston had her smiling with good humor seconds later. Her escort
joined the laughter.

Cadence smiled as Preston resumed his seat opposite her. He
was everything she wanted in a man. He was perfect.

He picked up the chopsticks.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing with those things,
they seem more like deadly weapons for you,” Cadence teased.

“I think the lady over there would agree with you.” He put
them down and picked up his fork. “I’ll stick with this bad boy.”

“You could always use your hands,” she said with a devilish
wink.

“Technically the proper way to eat sushi.” He wiggled his
fingers, only causing further interest on her part of what exactly he could do
with them.

The food was delicious. The service was faultless. The music
in the background soothed with the soft purr of Alicia Keyes. Cadence listened
intently as Preston told her more about his practice and his desire to set up
an office in London.

Every time his gaze met with hers, her heart turned over.

“I’m going to be busier than ever,” he said between bites.

Cadence nodded. “When am I going to see your mother?”

“Tomorrow. Can you come to the office at ten?”

“Yes and no.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Depends on how my evening goes.”

“He’s a keeper, young lady.” The elderly woman who had been
the victim of Preston’s flying appetizer had finished her meal and was leaving.

“I think so too.” Cadence smiled, her face coloring
slightly.

The woman bent down to whisper in Cadence’s ear. She was a
little tipsy. “If I were younger…”

Cadence looked at Preston. He was smiling rather smugly.

She turned to watch the elderly couple walk out hand in
hand. A feeling of longing stirred inside her. Of completeness.

What was with her? She was turning into a hopeless romantic
with a couple kisses and caresses.

It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fling. Especially with a
man whose list of good qualities was a mile long. And who happened to be an
excellent kisser. She was wet with just the thought of one of his kisses. Her
nipples pebbled beneath her shirt at the thought of his hands wandering there
again.

Her imagination ran wild, thinking about what else he could
do, where his fingers would explore, the other places he’d kiss her.

The rest of the meal went without incident. It was the most
fun she’d had in a long time. They got along so well. She was excited to find
out that he also had a fascination for history, and they were able to a share a
few stories about their travels abroad.

He’d just returned from Paris last week, where he’d insulted
his landlady by calling her
mademoiselle
.

Cadence added a quirky sense of humor to her list of all of
his wonderful qualities. He made her laugh until her sides ached.

“You have an apartment in Paris?” she asked.

“A
pied-á-terre
,” he replied.

“I’d love to see it,” she said and realized she’d just
invited herself.

“You will one day,” he said.

He sounded so certain. She didn’t doubt his sincerity.

The waiter cleared their empty dishes and brought a pot of
tea and two tiny cups. Cadence poured, adding a packet of Sweet’N Low to hers.
Preston took his tea straight.

“I used to hate going out in public,” she confessed to him
after a few sips. “There were always paparazzi popping out of nowhere, taking
pictures. They wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Is that why you hid out in New Haven?”

She frowned. “I wasn’t hiding. I was studying. I was doing
research.”

“In the university library.”

“And the Museum of Art,” she protested.

He covered her hand. “Don’t be defensive. Being a
politician’s kid was tough duty and I know what you’ve been up against.”

She realized he did know and wasn’t just saying the words to
sound like a nice guy. He was someone who said what he meant.

“Thanks for the sympathy.” She smiled.

“Your happiness is important to me.”

The conversation was getting entirely too serious. “Let’s
have some fun,” she said.

“What do you have in mind?”

She wanted Preston to spend the night with her, to make love
to her. “You’ll see.”

He used his cell to call Frank. The SUV was waiting by the
time he’d paid the check and she’d used the ladies’ room.

“Where are we going?” Preston asked.

“To my hotel, Frank.”

The big man nodded and headed uptown.

She composed herself and turned to look at him. Right this
second, his pant leg was snug against his crotch. Certainly, he knew how
irresistible he was. So what if she was another of his conquests?

“I’m thinking about firing you,” she said petulantly.

“What have I done wrong?”

“That’s the problem. It’s what you haven’t done.”

He stared at her but she didn’t explain. She shouldn’t have
to.

They arrived at her hotel. Frank cleared his throat.

“Would you like to come up for a drink?” she asked Preston.
She held her breath and bit her lower lip. She looked out the window, hiding
her face, which she was sure had turned the color of a New England sunset. Why
had she been so embarrassed to ask him up to her room for a nightcap? Hadn’t he
given her the signal all evening?

“I would love to.” He got out of his side of the SUV.

That was easy. Frank opened her door. Preston was there with
an outstretched hand and helped her out.

“I’ll call you when I need you,” he told Frank.

Cadence winked at Frank and he winked back.

A cell phone rang. “That’s me,” Preston said. “Excuse me,
just one moment.” He pulled the phone from its case on his belt.

Cadence looked at the brightly lit hotel entrance as he
talked. What was she doing? She didn’t want to seem too desperate. Maybe she
shouldn’t do anything but offer him a drink. Maybe he was right. They should
talk, get to know each other better.

Who was she kidding? She itched to get her hands on his
naked body. He’d agreed to come upstairs with her for round three, he wasn’t
interested in conversation. Most likely, he wouldn’t even be able to pour a
drink, she’d be on him so fast.

“Cadence, I have to apologize,” he said, returning to her
with irritation and disappointment etched on his perfect face. “I have to go.
Something’s come up in our London office.”

Cadence hid her own disappointment. “Don’t worry about it.”

“How about a rain check?” he asked.

“Sure.” She turned to leave him. She wanted to be anywhere
but here on the sidewalk.

“I’ll pick you up for some breakfast in the morning before
we meet with my mom?” he said behind her.

She looked over her shoulder. “Breakfast? I don’t usually
eat breakfast.”

He caught up with her and grabbed hold of her arms. “There’s
a bagel and coffee shop near my office.”

She sighed. His power of persuasion was more than she could
resist. His touch sealed the deal. “Okay. That sounds great.”

He leaned over to kiss her but she shied away. She was
keeping him from his work. She didn’t want him to kiss her as an obligation.

“Thank you for dinner, I had a fabulous time.”

“Me too.” He let her go.

She’d had such a great evening with him. She really did like
him. She wanted to see him again, even if it was only for breakfast.

He held his BlackBerry in his hand, ready to make a call.

Don’t be so uptight
, she thought.
How many
opportunities do you have to kiss a great guy?

Cadence turned to face him, wrapped her arms around his neck
and pressed her lips to his. He returned the kiss. Boy, did he return the kiss.
He sucked on her lower lip sending her body into spasms.

Reluctantly she pulled away, knowing if they kept it up she
would be stripping on the sidewalk.

She laughed. When did she become this brazen, thinking such
bawdy thoughts?

“That’s better,” he said, holding her by the waist. “I’m truly
sorry our evening has to end so soon.”

“Yeah? Well…” She could say something smart, sophisticated,
but she opted for honesty. “I know you’re busy and I’ve taken up too much of
your time today already.”

He let her go. “It’s been my pleasure.”

“I’ll see you in the morning.” She smiled and, despite her
body screaming for another round of kissing, headed for the entrance, giving
her hips a little extra sway for his benefit.

She pushed through the revolving door and when she was
inside the hotel, looked outside. The Caddy was already gone.

That was a quick getaway
, she mused. Was he really
going to the office? Maybe he’d made up the excuse to ditch her? It was early
in the morning in London. Who’d be up at that hour?

She berated herself for such thoughts. She was being
ridiculous, why ruin a perfectly wonderful and erotically charged evening with
her insecurities?