Free The Do It List (The Do It List #1) by Jillian Stone Page A

to call it a day.
    I shut the door with a soft click.
    “I believe there’s a light switch on the wall.” He used a huskier voice, more like the elevator Bradley. The man who had asked politely if I wanted to be held, then boldly stated his desire to fuck me.
    I pressed the controls and the conference room dimmed. We wouldn’t be seen by passersby as long as we kept things quiet.
    Nose to the door, I stared at the matte-black surface. “I know things got a little heated—” I stopped myself and cringed. Was I talking about last night or the testy words between us several minutes ago? And since when weren’t things heated between us? I sucked in a calming breath and exhaled silently.
    It occurred to me, this attraction to Bradley might well be the hottest, most erotic experience of my life. I pivoted away from the door to face him. “Sorry I can’t be more enthusiastic about testing, it’s just that I’ve been screwed by research in the past, and not in a good way.”
    Bradley flopped down on the sofa and raked me over with his gaze. He patted the seat next to him. “You and I need to build some trust.”
    I approached slowly. “Have you any idea how many focus groups I’ve sat through where smirking research geeks underlined every word or phrase that didn’t test high enough—some of them the best words and phrases I’ve ever written in my life?”  
    I dropped my bag on the floor for emphasis. “Just once, I’d like to believe research has my back.”
    He clasped my wrist and tugged. “Since we’re going to be working closely together…” He pulled me lower.  
    I settled a knee to each side of his thighs and straddled him. It was about time I climbed on the man. “How close?”
    “Intimate close.” He easily worked through the buttons of my pants.
    “You’re staring at my belly button.”
    “You have a piercing.” His gaze turned darker, hungrier—as if I were a mocha chocolate truffle and he had a craving for Godiva.
    I looked down at the diamond dangling from its white-gold post. “I took it off last night so it wouldn’t catch in my dress.”
    “You are a beautiful woman, Gracie. And you’re beautiful here as well.”
      He grabbed my hips and lifted. Using his tongue, he swept the jewel between his teeth and tugged gently. The surrounding flesh trembled, sending a shockwave of desire through me.
      “Bradley.” I exhaled his name, as he kissed and licked his way down to the edge of my panties. He had me aching hot for him in what—two seconds?
    He eased me back onto his lap. “Was that Bradley, please more?” He laid his head against leather cushions. “Or ‘Bradley, please lower’?”  
    “More like I want to see you naked, Bradley.”  
    I shoved his tie aside and unbuttoned his shirt. Even with clothes on, it was obvious he had a trim, fit body, but this was lovely. A nicely muscled chest and ripped abs were proof that he took care of himself.
    I ran my tongue over a pec muscle and circled his nipple. His eyes closed as he caught his breath. My fingernails moved lower, picking up the trail of fuzz that disappeared under his trousers. He exhaled a ferociously sexy groan.  
    “Did you see the look on Derek’s face? He thinks I’m being hard on you.” His erection pressed into me, divinely hard and insistent. “Am I?” He thrust forward. “Being hard on you?”
    I let my hips answer him.
    “Easy—“ He sucked in a bit of air. “You’re going to make me explode.” His stare was unrelentingly fierce and sexy.
    I was on the verge of ripping off my fatigues and impaling myself on that thick cock of his. “If I didn’t need to get to Chelsea Studios, I’d throw the biggest hump on you.” I forced myself to ease back and catch my breath. “I have dance class in”—I checked the time—“half an hour.”
    “No.” He growled.
    “Yes.” I climbed off him. “And I have Hannah. This is my usual night to take her.”
      Reluctantly, we both buttoned