Free Seduction in Session by Shayla Black, Lexi Blake Page B

tragedy should force us to look at funding for police officers and first responders . . .”
    While her father went on, Connor expertly maneuvered her to the front entrance and had her through the door before she could explain her stance on gun control. He walked straight to the bank of elevators. “What floor? Quickly before they decide to follow.”
    “I’m on ten.” She looked back out the windows. The reporters surrounded her dad, pointing cameras and microphones in his face. They seemed to be honoring his request to give her privacy—for now. She breathed a sigh of relief . . . before she realized something was wrong. “How did you get in? You need a keycard to have access to the building.”
    The elevator doors opened, and he hauled her in. She noticed that the way the ball cap sat on his head obscured his face. He set his duffel at his side, punched the button for ten, and turned to her. “I stole yours. You need to keep it in a better place than loose in your purse.”
    “Well, I didn’t expect anyone to try to steal it.”
    “Because you’re naive, and I’m convinced of that because you think it’s a good idea to let the fiancé you dumped in on your secrets. Why don’t you just take out a billboard? Put your secret in neon lights.”
    It had really been a hell of a day. “It’s my life. I run it the way I want.”
    “Not while I’m in charge, you don’t. And you need to relax around me. If your father hadn’t distracted those reporters, there’s no way they would have believed we’re in a relationship. You were stiff. Hell, you barely looked at me. You certainly don’t act like a woman who has an attentive lover.”
    Had he not heard a damn word she’d said? “Because I don’t. This is all stupid. It will go away. I’ll hide out in my apartment for a few days and this crap will be behind me. Then you can go back to California and order around all the women you like. And I’m stiff around you because you scare me.”
    He was suddenly in her space, and it felt as if all the air had been sucked from the elevator. His chest brushed hers and she couldn’t help but tilt her head up to meet his demanding stare. He was so tall, so big and broad and manly.
    “Then I have to make you comfortable around me in case this threat doesn’t go away. You’re stuck with me for a while. We might as well enjoy the time, sweetheart.”
    “What does that mean?” The question came out all breathy and come-hithery when she’d really meant it as an intellectual question. Mostly.
    “It means follow my lead and we’ll get along nicely. Relax, Lara.”His mouth hovered right over hers, and she felt his hands trail up her shoulders and caress her neck until he cupped her face. “I’ll take care of you.”
    “They’ll never buy it.” She couldn’t quite believe she was standing here with him, her heart threatening to pound out of her chest.
    “I’ll make them. And I’ll make you believe it, too.” His mouth descended, covering hers.
    Connor was so hard. His lips shouldn’t be that soft. But they were, as well as plump and sensual. It had been years since she’d pressed her body to a man’s and felt his dizzying heat seep into her cold bones until she melted into him.
    His hands sank into her tresses. “So fucking much hair. It’s going to make me crazy.”
    She wasn’t sure how her hair could do that, but then he kissed her again and she couldn’t think about anything beyond the tingles she felt from having his hands and his mouth on her. He was utterly in control and she didn’t care. So much of her sex life up until that moment had been unremarkable. She loved to cuddle, but the actual sex act hadn’t thrilled her or even meant much. She’d certainly never just given over to a man. Her high school boyfriends had been too shy, and Tom had never liked kissing much. Lara hadn’t minded because he’d been a little sloppy.
    There was nothing sloppy about Connor. As he backed her against