Any Way You Want Me by Jamie Sobrato Read Free Book Online

the spectacle of a bunch of techno-geeks dancing without rhythm.
    “Want to dance?” Yasmine said.
    “Um…” He didn’t especially, but he loved the idea of watching her dance. “Sure.”
    A few seconds later that’s exactly what he was doing, and Yasmine’s moves were even hotter than he’d imagined. Mesmerized by the sway of her hips, he forgot about everyone else in the room.
    They danced through one song, then another and another. Finally a slow song came on, and they moved close together.
    Her hands slid up his chest, around his neck. Their first real physical contact. Her body pressed against him, moving to the slow beat of the music, coaxing him into an intimate dance with a promise of something more.
    Where their bodies met, he burned.
    He wanted her, no getting around it, no ignoring it for a second; his body wouldn’t let him. And as he grew hard against her, she couldn’t help but know it too.
    Then she did something unexpected. She pressed her abdomen more firmly against him, against his erection, stoking his desire. Her gaze sparked with daring.
    “I’ve got a thing for you, you know,” she said into his ear.
    “You do?”
    “And it has nothing to do with your feet.”
    “I’ve got good feet, just so you know.”
    She smiled. “I’ve been having trouble concentrating at work.”
    “Because of me?”
    She nodded, her eyes locked on his.
    “I’d hate to affect your job performance.”
    “Then I think we need to come up with a fix for this.”
    The last shred of Alex’s will to resist disappeared. Whatever fix she proposed, he was all over it.
    What the hell. Didn’t he deserve one night without self-control? He wanted Yasmine, she wanted him—what was the harm in giving in to their urges? If anything, it would help him get closer to her, right?
    Right.
    The music changed to an Elvis rendition of “White Christmas.” Alex took Yasmine’s hand and led her off the dance floor.
    Who needed mistletoe and chestnuts roasting on an open fire? They’d started a fire of their own, and it was time to put it out.
    As they passed a huge, twinkling Christmas tree atthe edge of the dance floor, she tugged him behind it and pinned him against the wall, where they were concealed from the crowd. Her hand grazed his thigh, then traveled across his pelvis, barely missing his cock. A smile played on her lips, and he knew she was teasing him.
    “Am I being too forward?” she asked.
    “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
    “So you’re getting my message loud and clear?”
    “I think so,” he whispered as he traced his finger along the neckline of her dress, brushing the soft flesh of her breast as he did so.
    “Let me spell it out for you,” she whispered. “I want you to take me home and have hot, nasty sex with me all night long.”
    He went from half-mast to full in an instant. This didn’t feel like an investigation. It just felt right. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than Yasmine naked in his bed.
    “Right now?”
    “Right now.”
    “What about dinner? Aren’t you hungry?”
    “Not for food, but we can pick up carryout on the way home.”
    Alex didn’t need any further invitation.
    He took her by the waist and guided her out from behind the Christmas tree. Through the crowd, out the door, across the hotel lobby, to the parking lot—he didn’t stop until they were at the valet parking stand.
    “You think everyone will forget about our having shown up here together by Tuesday?” she asked as they waited for her car.
    “Not a chance.”
    “You think we’ll inspire a new sex game idea? Maybe a holiday-themed one—Christmas Party Hookup?”
    Alex laughed. “If that’s the title of our next software release, we’ll know where the idea came from.”
    “I guess a little gossip’s not so bad. They’ll have something more interesting to talk about than the latest gadgets they got for Christmas.”
    “You don’t care what people think?”
    “It doesn’t