Free Determined (Determined Trilogy Book 1) by Elizabeth Brown

people on the far side of the room. “Listen, I just wanted to thank you for your generous donation.”
    Donation? Ah. Of course. Mr. Moneybags was a philanthropist, too. A little ember of pride glowed within me.
    “Of course, Robert. You know why UCSF means so much to me. I was just so pleased to be able to support the project.”
    Robert beamed. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from your evening.” He smiled, glancing at me. “I’ll see you at the board meeting in two weeks?”
    “Indeed, sir,” David replied, and the two shook hands. He turned back to me. “My apologies, Ms. Sharp.”
    “Indeed, Mr. Keith,” I teased back, daring him with my eyes.
    We resumed our dash for the car.
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    The ride back to his place was quick. Thank God. We purposely didn’t touch each other, fearing we wouldn’t be able to stop once we started. The wait itself was erotic. Thomas dropped us off at the front of the building, and we flew inside, past the valet, the bellman, and security. We got in the last elevator, and David ran a plastic key card by a black panel and punched the single button marked “P.” He turned around and his eyes, dark with desire, fixed on mine. My knees wobbled, and I leaned back against the elevator wall for support. The elevator ride felt like an eternity. We surveyed each other. David looked so good, dressed to the nines. So neat and elegant. It made me want to mess him up. He looked me over, and I wondered if he could see my heart beating below my swollen breasts. The anticipation was painfully sweet, and we both reveled in it as we rocketed toward the top floor. Finally, a bell rung, and the doors parted into his apartment.
    Inside, he pulled me down a hallway toward his bedroom.
    “I suppose I should offer you something to drink.”
    “I suppose so.”
    He stopped and looked back at me. “Do you want something to drink?”
    I shook my head gently.
    He managed to keep his mouth in a thin line, but I could tell a fire had erupted behind his eyes. We resumed our rush down the hall.
    In the bedroom, the lights were dim. He didn’t touch me, and instead I stood by the bed as he took off his tuxedo, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.
    First came the bow tie. Oh, God, that bow tie. He placed it on the dresser nearby. Then he took off his cufflinks one at a time and added them to the bowtie. The irony was that this suit that looked so good on, took forever to get off. With each button on the shirt I felt myself getting warmer and warmer. By the time he had peeled off the shirt, and exposed his taut torso, I felt like I was going to burst into flames. His countenance was unwavering; his gaze fixed on me. Finally he was naked, save for a pair of black boxer briefs.
    “Turn around,” he ordered. I followed his directions and turned around so that he could unzip me. He came up behind me and grasped my hips and started kissing my neck softly. I could feel his length against my ass, and I ground into it a bit, impressed with its strength . He pulled down the dress zipper slowly, torturing me. Once it was down, he turned me around to face him again, and with one quick movement, he tugged it off, leaving a pool of sparkles around my ankles.
    “Leave the heels on,” he whispered lasciviously in my ear, as he eased me down onto the bed. I complied, silently, moving my mouth to his. He kissed me softly at first and then deeply, owning my mouth.
    His hands traced the outline of the delicate bra he had bought for me. I pushed my chest out, and he took the cue, grabbing my breasts with his hands. He rubbed them rhythmically, gently. I pushed his face down into my décolletage, and he murmured approvingly, kissing them softly. Then, he pulled my breasts free of the cups, and teased the nipples with his fingers before gently tugging them with his teeth.
    My hips moved up and down, begging for attention. He moved one hand to cradle my head while the other moved to attend to my hips. He took his palm and