Free Corporate Daddy by Arlene James

added in a hair-raisingly silky voice.
    “D-don’t be silly,” she stuttered. “A-anyone w-with a little experience could—”
    “But you are here,” he interrupted, lifting his free hand to stroke her hair.
    Emily swallowed, her heart beating a mile a minute. He was flirting with her! She should have known that Logan Fortune would not let a convenient flirtation pass him by. She put on a smile, saying, “It’s late. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
    “Oh, right.” He dropped her hand, and she turned toward the bedroom. He fell in beside her. She quickened her pace a bit, but he was still at her elbow when she reached the door. Eyes widening, she turned and lifted a hand to his chest. For a moment he seemed puzzled, but then he chuckled. “Good grief, I forgot I wasn’t sleeping in my own bed.”
    Emily relaxed. Of course, he forgot. Why shouldn’t he? It was his bedroom, after all. Perfectly natural. So why was her heart beating so hard it was choking her? “Everything will settle down soon,” she told him, appalled at her breathlessness.
    A slow, lazy grin spread across his face. His gaze lowered pointedly to her mouth. He lifted an arm and braced a hand against the door frame, leaning close. “We could always share,” he said huskily. “It would save me the effort of going all the way back up those stairs, effort that could be better used in more enjoyable ways.”
    Stunned, Emily stared up at him, completely at a loss for words. Before she recovered herself, he bent his head and covered her mouth with his. All the breath left Emily’s lungs. He sucked it up greedily, widening his lips to fit them more perfectly to hers. The room spun, up and then down again. Her arms floated away from her sides, her hands looking for an anchor and finding it in his upper arms. Sheclamped her fingers tightly to his bunched muscles, reassured somehow by the hardness beneath the smooth, warm skin.
    He dropped his arms around her, his hands rubbing up and down her back as he pressed her against him. Emily was shocked, first by the thinness of pajamas that had seemed perfectly acceptable only moments earlier, then by the weightiness of her own breasts as they encountered his chest and, finally, by the hard ridge that pressed against her quivering belly.
    He really was trying to seduce her—and succeeding unless she took control this very instant. Almost reflexively, she did just that, simultaneously pushing away and telling herself that it was the situation more than herself spurring his actions.
    “Emily,” he protested softly, and the heat in those blue eyes nearly melted her where she stood.
    She slipped through the doorway, one hand seeking the edge of the door itself as her brain searched frantically for some word, some quip to put an end to the insanity. Her wits, thankfully, were in better working order than she suspected, the words slipping out almost before she thought them.
    “It isn’t that far to the other bedroom.”
    With that, she stepped back and shut the door in his face, collapsing against it as her knees threatened to buckle. She heard him chuckle on the other side, and after a while, he said a silky good-night and seemed to go on his way. She knew he’d sensed her waiting there, but she couldn’t think about that now. It was enough to have escaped the desire that had threatened to swamp her good sense and was even now turning her legs to water.
    She stumbled over to the bed and dropped down onto it. Long minutes passed before her heart rate slowed and she began to wonder how she was going to face him in the morning. She felt alive with his touch, awash with his kiss, and some part of her marveled that such a man as LoganFortune might actually want her, Emily Applegate. It seemed that hours passed before she could stop reliving the moment and surrender to desperate sleep.
    Logan strolled into the kitchen the next morning as if that kiss the night before had never happened.
    “Good morning!” he