Free Take Me (Power Play #1) by Kelly Harper

slept with him a number of times, but those had been different.
    This is business, not personal, and my sex isn’t for sale.
    “You’ve got to be joking.”
    He gives me a reproachful look, his lips pulling together into a tiny oval.
    “When it comes to business I never joke.”
    “So let’s talk about whatever it is you wanted to discuss over dinner.”
    He gives me a wolfish grin and leans forward. His eyes sparkle as they hold my gaze.
    “I want to fuck you.”
    I scowl indignantly at his words.
    “You’re joking, right? Or is sex the only thing you can think about?”
    “It’s not the sex.” His brow draws down as he gives me a serious look. He reaches for my hand, gently taking it in his. I can’t muster the willpower to pull it away, this time. “Do you remember the bar, when you stumbled as you stood up and I caught you?”
    I nod my head, slowly. I’d been way more drunk than I’d realized at the time. If Isaac hadn’t been there I would have fallen flat on my face, for sure.
    But he’d caught me. He’d made it seem so effortless, like he was my guardian angel.
    “Since the moment I held you close to me I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. With every breath I take I smell the soft lavender scent of your hair, and every time I lick my lips I can still taste your essence. I haven’t eaten a thing today for fear that I’ll never have you on my lips again.” His eyes are a smoldering haze of sparkling gray. He leans even closer, his voice lowering. “So when I tell you that I want to fuck you, it’s because that is the only thing that makes any bit of sense to me right now. It might be the only thing that’s ever made sense in my entire life.”
    I swallow. Hard. My lips are dry, but I don’t trust myself to wet them.
    “Do you have some place we can go?”
    The words are out of my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying. But the thought of taking them back never even crosses my mind.

Chapter 18

    “I thought you were joking about the Jag,” I say.
    I’m still in shock after having seen the valet pull the car around. It’s one of the nicest cars I’ve ever been in.
    Isaac gives me a wolfish grin as he pulls up to a red light.
    “One of these days you will learn that I will never lie to you.”
    “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before.” I give a slight roll of my eyes as I smile over at him. His face is stony and blank.
    “Not from me you haven’t.”
    The nervous butterflies erupt in my stomach again. The light turns green and we jet through the intersection. We don’t stop again until we pull up to the St. Regis Hotel. I gasp at the luxurious entryway. It’s a landmark hotel that I’ve always marveled at but never had the chance to visit.
    “You’re staying here?” I say, shocked.
    He gives me a snide grin.
    “I’ve seen your place. I hope you don’t think the St. Regis is the slums or anything.”
    I shake my head, my jaw still hanging open in surprise.
    “It’s beautiful.”
    “Wait until you see the room.”
    I grin and follow Isaac as he leads me through the magnificent foyer. We take the elevator to the top floor where he leads me to a penthouse suite. My jaw drops open when he swipes his key on the magnetic lock and pushes his way into the room.
    “You really travel in luxury, don’t you?” I say, marveling at how nice everything is. Even if we could have afforded it, my dad had always been too frugal to spend more money than was absolutely necessary.
    Isaac comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my hips, pulling me tight against his hard body. I can already feel the familiar bulge of his cock pressing into my hip. How many times have we had sex in the last twenty-four hours? I’ve lost count. But my body responds to the feeling. Heat rushes between my legs as I grind myself up against him.
    “It’s not where, but who you’re with that’s important,” he whispers into my ear.
    I feel a rumbling growl beginning in his chest