Free Beautiful Surrender (The Surrender Series Book Three) by Priscilla West Page B

I had prepared for presenting the strategy I had in mind for his assets.
“We should get through this,” I said. “It is important, after all. I also have
something else to tell you afterwards, something unrelated to business.”
    “It
must be about pleasure then. I’m looking forward to it, Kitten.”
    I
smiled but inwardly resisted letting his usual effect on me take hold. Vincent
didn’t need any extra encouragement to keep teasing me and I didn’t need him
trying to derail my carefully laid plan.
    “Not
quite, let’s just take it one thing at a time.”
    He
sighed. “You’re right. Where do you want me?”
    In
context it sounded sexual and my sex instinctively tightened at his tone. With
how busy he’d been the past few weeks and the crazy events that happened, it
seemed like forever since we had sex. I needed to focus. One thing at a time. First get through your presentation and then you can tell him about the baby.
    He
cocked an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”
    I shook
my head. “Yes, sorry. I was just thinking about my presentation.”
    He
laughed. “I hope you’re not as nervous as you were the first time we were in
this office. Though I rather enjoyed that conversation . . . ”
    Even
though he got a smile out of me, I knew I had to get this discussion back on
track. “Sorry Vincent, don’t think that’s happening today.”
    “Okay,
well once you’re done presenting these materials maybe we can move on to phase
two of the meeting.”
    Vincent
clearly had a different idea of how phase two of the meeting was going to go.
    “We can
just sit on the couch,” I said.
    How
would he react when he found out about the baby? It was clear from our weekend
visit with Giselle that Vincent loved Brady, but that was his nephew. He didn’t
have to take care of Brady every day. Would he feel the same way if the child
was his? Would he be willing to sacrifice his lifestyle for that?
    He took
a seat. “I hope I can have your undivided attention here,” he said. “Otherwise
I’ll have to make sure.”
    Lewd
images of the different ways he’d “make sure” flashed in my mind beforeI
took a deep breath and smiled up at him. “Sorry, I’m just preoccupied with some
things at work.”
    Hopefully
a discussion of the facts and figures of his wealth would deflate things. I
handed him the binder I had put together for this presentation.
    He
smiled at me. I waited for him to speak, but he continued to watch me, saying
nothing.
    I
blinked and plowed ahead, opening the binder and turning past the cover page to
the executive summary. I launched into an explanation of the different
strategies we had prepared for him.
    He
nodded, attentive, though there was also still a knowing smirk on his face.
    “Any
questions so far?” I asked.
    He
shook his head, pursing his lips as if to avoid smiling.
    “What’s
so funny?”
    He
looked at me a few beats. Still fighting back a smile, he finally spoke. “Are
you listening to yourself?”
    I
scrunched my face. What was he talking about? “Did I say something wrong?”
    “No,
you’ve been doing fine. It’s just . . .” He trailed off.
    “What?”
    Then I
heard it. I had the tiny rasp I sometimes got in my voice when I was turned on.
    I
cleared my throat then pursed my lips, trying to think of what to say. This was
not going to plan. Not my plan anyway, though Vincent seemed to be enjoying
himself. Damn these pregnancy hormones.
    “Vincent,
this is important.”
    “Do you
know how you look right now?” Vincent’s eyes flickered up and down my body, I
could almost feel his invisible fingers caressing my curves slowly. His tongue
darted out and wet his lips slightly.
    “You
should see yourself in a mirror, you look too fuckable. I could just tear your
clothes off right now. It’s been too long. We both know we’re far overdue for
sex.”
    The
desire in his voice sent a spike of heat to my core. I squirmed, rubbing my
legs together. For some reason, I thought about the