Two hours later, dressed appropriately, they made their way to the terrace where the ‘couple du jour’ would exchange their vows. As they reached the door leading out, Lance slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side. “You look astonishing, angel,” Lance whispered in her ear and then left a little kiss on her cheek. “I would like to get back to our suite and undress you slowly.” Warmth spread through her cheeks until Annalise remembered that this was all for show. She’d been so stupid to forget it. Their weekend was almost over… And their night together was just one night… One wonderful, spectacular, passionate, life-changing night. When navigating the chairs and the people mingling became too difficult, Lance loosened his hold on her waist and tucked her hand in his instead. His fingers laced with hers and his thumb rubbed her palm as Lance smiled and said his hellos. The pre-ceremony was a bit of a madhouse and was wi
Perplexed, Lance drank the champagne in one breath, left his empty glass on a table, and quickly followed her on the terrace. Annalise was standing there, looking at the ocean. She was the most heavenly vision... Lance came near her and pulled her towards him until her back went against his chest. Annalise was trembling and he kept her in that embrace. “Angel, are you alright? Did I say something wrong?” When she finally spoke, her voice was so shaky and Lance held her even more. “No… You said everything I needed to hear…” “Good…” he whispered into her ear. “Then why did you run away from me?” “Because I felt… I suddenly felt overwhelmed and I couldn’t breathe.” Annalise wriggled out of his arms and took a few steps away. Then she turned to face him but, somehow, she kept her head down. Lance felt the urge to take her in his arms again, to… comfort her, if that was what she needed. “Listen, I know why you brought me here,” Annalise continued. “I also under
A week without her. Seven days since he’d let Annalise go... Since he saw her disappear into the night... Going away from him like what they’d shared a few hours earlier had been a figment of his imagination. A week since he had held Annalise in his arms, enjoying the wonderland that was her naked body, tasting every inch of her hot, velvety skin, coming undone every time she called his name while orgasming. Being away from Annalise, away from her hands, from her eyes, not being able to hear her voice, or smell her perfume had been pure torture. Remembering the look in her eyes, and the sound of her voice, watching her going away from him that last night, was still the most unsettling thing Lance had experienced in his life. Lance had wanted to stay with Annalise, especially that night. Unfortunately, he had several meetings and issues to deal with including talking to his team about John Beckett. They needed to come big with an offer
After a quick wave to Tara at the reception desk, Annalise rode the elevator down to the first floor. She exited the building and saw Lance standing at the curb, one hand resting on the open door to the backseat of his car, the other shoved into his pocket. Lance looked so damn arrogant but sexy as hell! That quick glance at him made her heart skip a beat. Lance looked like the rightful King of the Universe. Not only did he belong in this Universe, but he owned every inch of it. He nodded as Annalise approached and motioned her inside the car. Then he slid in beside her and shut the door. “I thought we could eat at this restaurant I know across town. The food there is excellent and grants us a lot of privacy.” Lance looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure we both need privacy right now… after a week away from each other…” She tilted her chin up and stared coolly at him. Lance continued looking at her totally calm. A
Annalise entered her office with a heightened sense of anticipation. She was feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Lance was dragging her on the path to perdition one smile at a time, one deep kiss at a time, one sexy look at a time, one amazing speech at a time. The words he’d said… He’d seemed so sincere and so passionate… Her mouth curved into a mischievous smile to match the naughtiness of her and Lance’s plan. It was wicked, forbidden, and she was so turned on that she was ready to jump out of her shoes. With a sigh, Annalise sank into her chair behind her desk and logged on to catch up on e-mails. She was looking for the last report from Howard on her client meetings he covered while she was taking care of the last details on “HL Sportswear”. There was just one short e-mail from him. “Hmm… Maybe he wanted to talk to me in person but he hadn’t found the time…” she said a bit confused. She sent Howard a text, asking hi
For her night of passion with Lance, Annalise chose the most sinful set of lingerie she owned. On top of that, she chose a pair of ripped high-waisted jeans that were hugging her curves, and a white shirt. Why bother wearing something more elegant? He was going to strip her naked the moment she entered his suite, so… “This is it,” she added, after one last look in the mirror. Unsure of whether she’d return to her apartment before going to work the next day, Annalise threw an outfit into an overnight bag along with her toiletries and a lavender bra and panties. Annalise did a quick check of her texts, and then she did something she never did. She turned off her phone and tucked it into her overnight bag. She needed no reminders from the real world. If she was going to indulge in this fantasy, she was going whole hog. She locked up the apartment and hurried out her door to the street where the driver was waiting for her. He ushered her into the backseat
“Your taste… Oh, Anna… You’re so addictive. I swear I’ll never get tired of eating you,” Lance whispered, pulling her head back and to the side, exposing her neck to the sharp, hungry press of his teeth. Still shaky, she lifted her lashes as Lance sighed roughly, pulling away from her just for a fraction. Unwittingly, her tongue slid out, capturing his taste on her lips. Her lashes fluttered closed as she savored it. Forcing a breath into her lungs, Annalise opened her eyes. A shudder wracked her. “I’ve got no problem with that. Not one,” she replied in a husky whisper, watching him as she lifted her hand and pressed her index finger against his lip. The pounding of her heart seemed to roar in her ears as Lance opened his mouth and bit down lightly on the tip of her finger, stroking it lightly with his tongue. “Good,” Lance said and swept her up in his arms. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” “I sure as hell hope not.” His bed cradled he
While recovering in his arms, Annalise became aware that he was stroking her back and her hair. He was murmuring little sweet words in her ear, words that weren’t making much sense, but she didn’t care. She was completely and utterly taken by Lance, by her reaction to him. “I think I blew it again,” he said playing with her hair. Annalise smiled and snuggled a little closer, tucking her head under his chin and nuzzling his chest. “You blew, all right, Mr. Hamilton. But I think I blew first… again and again…” His chest heaved as he chuckled. “You’re such a naughty girl, Miss Walsh.” She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. “I’ve missed this so much, Lance… I’ve missed you.” That confession popped up so unexpectedly… It left Annalise perplexed and excited at the same time. It was true, she not only missed Lance and his presence, but she also missed being with him, touching him, kiss