Seduced by the Boss 3: For Her Pleasure (2 page)

Jemma walked quickly into
the office and took her seat behind her large, top-of-the-line desk.
She could hear Adam
’
s voice through
his open office door and realized he must be on the phone. Flicking
through her Inbox, she randomly selected a file and tried to focus on
the information, but her mind kept replaying the scene in the coffee
shop.

A few minutes later, Adam
strode out of his office.
“
Everything
okay?
”

She looked up and nodded,
finding it hard to meet his eyes. It wasn
’
t
as if she had cheated on him by having coffee with Matt, so why did
she feel guilty?

“
What
’
s
wrong?
”
Adam was suddenly beside
her, his intense gaze practically forcing her to look up at him. As
usual, her pulse raced when she was in his presence. The combination
of his age (early thirties), dark hair, ocean blue eyes and trim,
muscular physique made her heart flutter every time she saw him.

“
Nothing.
”
She tried to smile, but didn
’
t think
she succeeded.
“
I
’
m
sorry I
’
m late.
”

“
I
’
m
not worried about that.
”
He grinned.
“
There are certain perks that come
with dating the boss.
”

When she didn
’
t
respond, Adam
’
s hand stroked her hair
and she leaned into the soft caress.
“
Jem?
Is there something I should know?
”

She took a deep breath.
“
I had coffee with Matt this
morning.
”
The words were rushed.

“
I
see,
”
he said softly, his eyes
narrowing.
“
And you didn
’
t
think to mention this before?
”

Jemma tried to shrug.
“
I
didn
’
t think it was a big deal.
”

“
Have
I got something to worry about?
”

“
No.
”
She rose and faced him, her eyes begging him to understand.
“
No,
Adam, it
’
s
not
like that. When Matt came in here the other day, I knew I was over
him, and this morning only confirmed it.
”

His hands rested
possessively on her waist.
“
So why
meet him then?
”

“
Because
I was curious,
”
she admitted.

“
Did
you satisfy your curiosity?
”
he
growled, his hand trailing down her back.

“
Yes,
”
Jemma whispered, the electricity of his touch sending shivers of
excitement through her body.

“
Good.
”
His lips covered hers, his tongue demanding entry. She moaned, her
hands tightening on his shoulders as Adam plundered her mouth. He
molded her to him, his hard length
pressing against her softness, and she
couldn
’
t think about anything else
except being wrapped in a web of desire.

Adam cupped her derriere,
bringing her even closer against him. Jemma sighed softly against
his mouth as he deepened the kiss further. He slid his muscular
thigh between hers and she ground herself against him.

She could feel moisture
dampening her panties and longed for Adam to take her right now, on
the desk.

Suddenly the phone rang,
the sound breaking through Jemma
’
s
sensual haze. Her eyes fluttered open, and she reluctantly tore her
mouth from Adam
’
s.

“
I
should get that,
”
she said
breathlessly, leaning sideways to pick up the receiver. Adam
’
s
hands remained curved around her bottom, and she realized she was
still straddling his thigh.

“
Good
morning, Sinclair Consulting. How may I help you?
”
She sounded a little husky, and Jemma hoped it wasn
’
t
noticeable to the other party.

She suddenly stiffened at
the sound of the male voice on the other end of the
line.

“
No,
I haven
’
t changed my mind.
”
Abruptly ending the call, she turned back to Adam and tried to free
herself.

He looked at her
curiously.
“
Who was it?
”

Jemma frowned.
“
Matt.
”

Adam
’
s
face darkened.
“
What did he want?
”
She started to answer when he continued,
“
Forget
it.
”
He raked his hair back and
sighed.
“
I believe you when you say
you
’
re over him, but does he know
that?
”

“
Yes.
I made it clear to him this morning that I wasn
’
t
interested in him romantically.
”
She
hesitated, feeling her cheeks heat.
“
In
fact, I told him I was seeing someone.
”

“
Good.
”
He pulled her closer
to
him.
“
Did you tell him it was me?
”

“
No,
”
she confessed.

His lips brushed against
hers as he spoke.
“
You know you can
tell anyone you like that we
’
re
exclusive, don
’
t you?
”

“
Yes,
”
she replied breathlessly.

His ocean-blue eyes
smoldered.
“
Then tell him the next
time he bothers you. Or better yet, I
’
ll
tell him.
”

She realized now was the
perfect time to tell Adam the truth.
“
Actually,
Matt wanted something else - information on the Walker account.
”

Adam tensed.
“
What
kind of information?
”

Jemma tried to shrug.
“
He wanted to know everything about
it. I told him I couldn
’
t help him.
”

“
Good.”
His mouth swooped down to capture hers.

She finally drew back to
look up at him.
“
You do know that
I
’
d never betray you like that, don
’
t
you, Adam?
”

###

The following week, Jemma
put the finishing touches to the chicken chasseur and placed the
casserole in the oven. Adam would be coming over soon for dinner.
They
’
d been working hard on the
Walker account for the last several days and they had finally
completed their pitch.

Adam had offered to take
her out to a fancy restaurant, but Jemma wanted to show off her
cooking skills and make him a delicious meal instead. She also had
an ulterior motive - although she
’
d
been dating Adam for just over three weeks now, she couldn
’
t
get enough of him. And since they
’
d
been putting all their time and energy into the Walker account for
the last week, they hadn
’
t had much
personal time together.

Having dinner at her
place would make it a lot easier to segue from the dinner table to
the bedroom. In fact, she was hopeful that Adam would stay the
night.

Jemma walked into her
bedroom and pulled her little black dress out of the wardrobe. She
’
d
bought it a couple of weeks ago and it fit perfectly. The style
flattered her slightly curvy figure and even her brown eyes and
shoulder length brown hair didn
’
t
look so girl-next-door as usual.

Black thigh-highs and
heels completed the ensemble, along with a touch of smoky eye-shadow
and an application of lip-gloss that made her mouth glisten.

She had just finished
checking her appearance in the mirror when the doorbell rang.
Anticipation fluttered in her stomach as she went to answer the door.

“
Hi.
”

"Hi,
baby.
”
Adam stood in the doorway.
Just being close to him sent a sensual thrill down her spine.
He handed her a bottle of expensive
wine, and she placed it on the hall table next to her.

He reached for her,
barely giving her time to put down the wine. She entered his
embrace,
her arms winding around his neck. His scent enticed
her - clean and fresh with a hint of spice.

“
I
’
ve
missed you,
“
he murmured against her
mouth. His lips claimed hers, and a ripple of excitement raced
through her as she surrendered to his hungry kiss.

Adam
’
s
lips trailed down to her neck, and she shivered.
“
I
’
m
sorry we haven
’
t had much time
together lately. But I
’
m going to
make it up to you,
”
he vowed.
“
Starting tonight.
”

Jemma gave herself up to
the erotic promise of his kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth,
foreshadowing his intentions, and she felt her panties start to
dampen with anticipation.

Adam cupped one of her
breasts, his thumb rubbing her nipple through the layered fabric of
her lacy bra and silky
black dress.

Arrows of desire shot
down to Jemma
’
s lower body, until she
realized that they were still standing in the doorway of her
apartment. She reluctantly dragged her mouth from his and took a
shaky step backwards.

“
Come
in,
”
she urged, pulling him inside.

Adam shut the door behind
him and reached for her again. Just as their lips touched, the oven
timer went off.

Jemma silently groaned.
Forcing her mind to focus on practicalities, she took Adam by the
hand and led him into the small kitchen.
“
I
have to check on dinner. Why don
‘
t
you take a seat at the table?
”
A
fancy white tablecloth, her best china, and two red candles set the
scene for a cozy, romantic dinner in the dining nook.

She felt his smoldering
gaze on her as she bent over to take the casserole out of the oven.
Lifting the lid, she sniffed the savory aroma of herbs, mushrooms and
chicken.

Once they sat at the
table, Adam clinked his wine glass against Jemma
’
s.
“
I
’
ve
got big plans for you tonight,
”
he
murmured, smiling suggestively.

Jemma
’
s
nipples tightened at his words and she found it hard to concentrate
on the appetizing meal of chicken chasseur, steamed baby potatoes and
green beans. They
’
d been so busy
concentrating on the Walker account lately that they hadn
’
t
spent much time together as a couple. She had missed Adam
’
s
sensual kisses and the hot sex they had enjoyed ever since they had
started dating.

Adam
’
s
eyes gleamed wolfishly as they flirted with one another during
dinner. Jemma
’
s pussy quivered with
impatient anticipation as the last spoonful of dessert lingered on
her tongue. Although the chocolate mousse had tasted heavenly,
nothing could compare to one of Adam
’
s
passionate kisses.

“
Are
you staying over?
”
Jemma asked
hopefully
as she rose from the table.

“
I
was planning to.
”

She smiled, her nerve
endings sparking under his smoky gaze.

“
Come
here, Miss Jemma Jones.
”