The Sextet - Sharing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2 page)

more wrong. She didn’t get Dumbledore. She got Gerard Butler.

Heavens, but she was having trouble catching her breath. The guy

was gorgeous. Dressed entirely in black—linen shirt, creased trousers,

leather loafers—he could have been a model for
GQ
. His straight

ebony hair brushed his shoulders, and his day-old set of dark whiskers

gave him a dangerous air. As he slowly descended the staircase, his

grace made it appear as if he floated a few inches above the stone

steps.

“And you are…?” that silky voice asked.

She couldn’t even force a response to form in her mind, let alone

get one to slip out of her mouth. The last time she’d been that tongue-

tied was when Jimmy Hanson asked her to the junior prom.

This guy made Jimmy Hanson look like a rube.

Get it together, Kat. You need your job!
“Um... Hi. I’m—”
Geesh,
what’s my name?
“Katrina Mason. I’m here—”

“With the papers from Gregory Peterson. Thank you for coming

so quickly. I’m anxious to get this business settled.” When he finally

stood in front of her, he reached out a hand. “I’m Adrian Bishop.

Such a pleasure to meet you.”

Holding her breath, Katrina tried to complete the handshake.

Instead, Adrian grasped her fingers and lifted her hand so he could

press a kiss on her knuckles. The touch was only a quick brush of his

lips, but a responding thrill sizzled through her body. When he

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released her hand, she almost begged for him to touch her again. She

turned to try and focus on her task.

She wanted to ask why he’d requested her specifically, but she

couldn’t seem to make herself stop staring at the man. By the time

Adrian pulled out a chair, she was so hypnotized by him, she couldn’t

have moved if she wanted to. God, she hoped she wasn’t drooling. No

man had ever affected her this way—primitive. Visceral. Sexual need

raced through every cell in her body, making heat pool between her

thighs.

With a flourish of his hand, he invited her to take a chair. She

replied with a quick shake of her head. He sat on the dusty velvet.

Funny, but none of the dust rose in the air or clung to his black

trousers, events just weird enough to break Katrina out of her stupor.

“I’m pleased to help you with this closing, Mr. Bishop.” She reached

for the stack of papers. “I have a few things for you to sign. Then I’ll

take everything down to the courthouse and get the proper forms filed

so this place can be officially yours.”

“Wonderful.” His voice seemed to reach deep down inside her and

infect her blood like some kind of rapidly spreading virus.

Am I running a fever?

Katrina sidled up to him and set the first page on the table. His

pleasing scent of cologne surrounded her, drowning out the home’s

musty odor she’d hated so much. He smelled good. He looked good.

She physically responded to him before she could try to grasp any

self-control, growing wet and decidedly hot. She shifted to squeeze

her thighs a little tighter together. What woman wouldn’t react? The

guy oozed sensuality from every pore.

“Here, Mr. Bishop.” She fumbled with her pen, feeling clumsy

and awkward, but she had to be sure he used it because the county

recorder always freaked when things weren’t signed in black ink.

“Please call me Adrian.” The man was practically purring, and his

smirk told her he knew she was rattled. Probably because he had that

effect on all women.

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“Adrian.” His name was poetry. Trying to ignore the heat still

shooting to her pussy and making her squirm in want, Katrina handed

him the pen. His fingers brushed hers as he took it, and she couldn’t

stop the soft moan that escaped when skin touched skin again. A

tremor ran through her gut, the same kind she always got when

reading a hot sex scene in a book, making her womb spasm. No man

had ever affected her this way, especially with such an innocent

gesture.

His smile told her he’d heard her, and all she could think was

what other embarrassing sounds she’d make if he put those warm

hands on her breasts, her ass, her...

A dimple creased his cheek. “Where exactly should I sign? Or is

anywhere acceptable?”

She needed to pay better attention to her job and less to her hunger

for this man. Katrina leaned over him to point to the signature line,

letting herself draw close enough to get another pleasing whiff of his

masculine fragrance. Adrian scrawled his name in big, bold letters,

and as he turned his face up to meet hers, his cheek and chin brushed

her breast. The warmth of his skin branded her through her thin silk

blouse. With closed eyes, she gasped with desire before she caught

herself. Mumbling an apology, although she wasn’t sure why when

he’d been the one to almost cop a feel with his face, she ignored his

knowing grin, picked up that page, and set another in front of him. As

he read through it, she affixed her notary seal to his first signature.

The process was repeated until all papers were signed.

Katrina couldn’t figure out if she was happy her business was

done or horribly sad. His scent had surrounded her, infected her. The

need she felt for Adrian was terrifying. Her pussy throbbed in need as

she pictured what he looked like under all that black clothing.

Muscular chest. Firm biceps. Washboard abs. Just imagining his cock,

hot and hard, made her close her eyes and take a deep breath so she

wouldn’t start panting. Where had good, old-fashioned Katrina gone?

She needed to get out of there before she lost her mind.

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As she reached for the pile of signed papers, Adrian got to his feet

and put his hand on the stack. Before Katrina could even touch the

documents, he slid the paperwork farther down the table. Not a speck

of dust rose in the process. She tried to turn to ask why he’d done that

and found him right behind her. The question froze in her throat.

Strong hands settled on her hips and roughly pulled her back

against him. The hard proof of his desire brushed her buttocks, telling

her he wanted her, perhaps even as badly as she wanted him. She

closed her eyes again, trying to regain a little sanity and self-control

before she did something very, very stupid. Like sleep with a client.

But she wanted Adrian naked. She wanted to squeeze those slim hips

between her thighs. She wanted that gorgeous body pounding into

hers while she scraped her fingernails down his strong back.

“You smell good,” he whispered in her ear. “Like
Chanel
.”

So perceptive of him to identify the one luxury she afforded

herself. She would have returned the compliment if she could have

spoken at all. Her teeth tugged on her bottom lip as she tried to find

the strength to step away from him. Not an easy task when everything

inside her screamed to get closer. For the first time in her life, she was thinking about abandoning all control, grabbing his hand, and

dragging Adrian up to the closest bedroom. All the cool, calm control

she’d always practiced around men had vanished like fog in the

morning light.

Adrian never gave her the chance to flee. His arms snaked around

her waist as he nibbled on her earlobe. The heat inside her exploded

into a melee of wild fantasies. Adrian’s cock in her mouth. Adrian’s

face buried between her thighs. Adrian bending her over that table

and taking her right there. She didn’t resist when his hand moved to

cover her breast, wanting to see exactly where he planned to take this

little party. Through her barely-there lace bra, she felt him pinch her

nipple until it peaked. Another moan slipped from her lips, and his

knowing chuckle followed.

“I can smell the heat in you, the passion, the desire,” he whispered

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in her ear before his tongue traced the curving lines. For several

heartbeats, his warm lips pressed against her throat. “I can feel it

flowing through your blood. You want me. Inside you. Now.”

Even if she was supposed to say something in response to that

daring comment, Katrina couldn’t utter a single word. Her body rose

to his caress as she arched her back, pressing her ass harder against

his swollen cock. Oh, how she wanted those pants off him! And she

wanted them off him right now!

What in the hell was wrong with her? This man, though delicious

and hypnotic, was still a client! A paralegal at a huge and powerful

law firm didn’t fuck a client—not if she wanted to continue being a

paralegal at a huge and powerful law firm.

“Of course she fucks a client,” Adrian said before his teeth

scraped the sensitive skin of her neck, the sting of the action warring

with the pleasure of the lick that followed.

Had she spoken aloud?

Katrina found herself suddenly turned in his arms, and before she

could say anything, his mouth covered hers. Hard. Demanding.

Consuming. God, she wanted him, wanted to feel him ramming into

her until she tightened around him and screamed as her orgasm rushed

over her.

His tongue stroked hers, stoking the fire running through her

body. Sharp teeth brushed the sensitive surface of her bottom lip, and

she pulled back, frightened, before she tasted a bit of blood.

Stepping back, her hand flew to her mouth, her fingertips touching

her lips. “Did you just...
bite
me?”

“I’m sorry, my darling. Forgive that little...scratch. You’re just far

too sweet to resist tasting.” Adrian drew Katrina back into his arms

and tilted up her chin with his thumb. “Let me soothe the hurt.”

As his mouth covered hers again, she felt the need inside her

pulsing, growing faster with each stroke of his tongue. Fear washed

over her in a wave that threatened to drag her under, a relentless

undertow she was too weak to fight. It was all suddenly too much, too

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soon. Her hands flattened against his hard chest as she pushed until he

finally released her and took a step back. Only then, could she find the

strength to breathe. “I...I sh...should go.”

Fumbling to gather the signed documents and stuff them in her

briefcase, Katrina strained to not appear like a frightened child

running away. Every cell in her body felt alive, on fire, and that

scared the crap out of her because it took every ounce of her strength

to keep any distance between them. As much as she wanted this man,

she needed her job. She barely lived hand-to-mouth as it was. If she

made love with this guy, she could kiss her pathetic career goodbye.

She’d end up in a “career” where she asked people if they wanted

fries with their orders.

With a calmness so in contrast to Katrina’s emotional turmoil,

Adrian led her to the door, opened it, and threw her a perfect smile.

“I’d be honored if you’d join me for dinner this evening.”

“D...d...dinner?” She sounded like Porky Pig. A quick swallow

followed a deep breath. If she saw him again, she knew exactly what

would happen. “I’m afraid…I can’t.”

He was even handsome when he frowned. “And why not? Are

you married?” His tone was decidedly concerned, the note of barely

restrained jealousy making her pounding heart skip a quick beat.

“No. Nothing like that...”

His warm hand reached out and captured her hand, his long

fingers wrapping around hers. “Then I would consider it an honor if

you would join me tonight.”

“Mr. Bishop—”

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Adrian. You promised to call

me Adrian, my Kat.”

The endearment only made her want him more. “Adrian…as

much as I want to, I can’t. You’re a client. I shouldn’t date a client.”

Unless I plan to be unemployed ’til the end of time.

A smile lit his face. “But our business is complete. I am no longer

a client.”

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Yes!
He was right. A thrill ran through her, and she had to resist the urge to jump up and down in glee. “Well, then. I’d love dinner.

When and where?”

“Here, of course. Why don’t we say eight o’clock?”

His mansion? That could only mean sex would be dessert.
Please

God, that I could be that lucky
. Katrina made a quick mental note to stop by CVS for condoms and breath mints. And she’d have to shave

her legs when she got home. “Wonderful.” She took a long look

around the hall. “Do you dress for dinner? Should I go to the back of

my closet for my cocktail dress?” At least her normal, controlled

personality was firmly back in place.

“Let’s just say...” Adrian’s gaze wandered the big room. “My

home is suited to playing dress up. I’d be honored to see you in your

finest. I shall return the compliment, of course, and dress in my best.”

He squeezed her fingers and lifted her hand. When his lips

touched the back of her hand and Katrina felt a quick tingle of teeth

gently scraping the sensitive skin, her knees almost buckled.