Free Ultimate Surrender: The Surrender Series, Book 2 by Jennifer Kacey Page B

stubble on her neck made her shiver, and he held her closer, protecting her, shielding her. From what, she didn’t know, but another tremor raced up her spine as he licked the pulse point frantically ticking in her throat.
    His mouth was back on hers again and she squeezed him tight. Delicious awareness pulsed through her groin as he ground himself against her clit. Pointing her toe, she pulled with her leg against his, using her added leverage to ride him.
    Dry humping.
    She hadn’t done it since she was in high school. Apparently she’d been missing out. The anticipation factor alone of what he’d feel like bare made her pussy lock down on emptiness.
    “So sexy.” His phone pinged again and then it rang.
    “What the fuck?” he cursed, yanking it out of his pocket. “Campbell.” His other hand still fisted Natalie’s hair as he licked up her throat.
    Clay’s voice floated out of the phone and she froze. “You’re setting off the door sensor to your office as you get better acquainted with your client.”
    “Shit,” he cursed again, pocketing his phone. After tugging Natalie out into the hall along with all of their crap, he slammed the door to his office and moved her against the door. “You are the biggest distraction. Ever.” He lifted her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. “Now where were we?”
    With her heart pounding erratically in her chest he came at her again with those gorgeous blue eyes and lips that could talk a virgin out of her chastity belt.
    His mouth collided with her hand that she’d put up to cover her mouth.
    His kissed her hand, smiled, pulled her hand away and then leaned forward.
    Kissing her cheek probably wasn’t what he was aiming for, but she turned her head to the side. Unable to speak, she closed her eyes, trying to find some kind of traction on the very slippery slope she now stood on.
    He let her slide down his body until she had her feet beneath her and then palmed her cheek. Bringing her face back around to him, she wanted to clamp her eyes shut for like…ever, until she could figure out why he made her feel the way he did.
    The last thing she needed was her feelings, long since dead, to come back to life for the likes of a too-hot playboy. “Talk to me,” he finally prompted after he’d waited for who knew how long for her to stop hiding. “Open those pretty eyes up and tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. You’re so ridiculously hard to read.”
    After a deep breath she finally got her eyelids to open.
    And there he was.
    No cocky expression of knowing how hard he’d thrown her with that kiss. No attitude or, even worse, disinterest twisted his features.
    None of that.
    Just concern.
    Which made the next thing out of her mouth that much easier to say. “You’re fired.” She was proud because her voice didn’t sound nearly as shaky as she expected it to. Her insides reminded her of gelatin on a hot day and she knew she’d made the right decision.
    “I don’t accept that decision.”
    She almost rolled her eyes at him again, but at the last second she remembered what happened the last time she’d done that and stopped herself.
    Moving to the side, he let his hands fall from her waist and she bent to pick up her coat. She put it on and shrugged, not an easy task. “Sorry ’bout your luck. This actually doesn’t need your approval.”
    She looked for her purse, which he was holding for her with a scowl. Taking it, she put it on her shoulder and walked toward the entry door as he snatched up his bag.
    “Well, someone has to talk some sense into you.”
    “Oh and that someone is you? As if.”
    “You aren’t safe.”
    “I know.”
    “You need protection.”
    “I’ll hire someone else,” she fired right back at him as he disarmed the security system and opened the door for her. “You don’t need to worry about me.” Arguing with him she could handle. Nothing else. Nothing. Else.
    Turning on the system again, he