once I want to hear you vocalise what you actually feel, Bastien.â
He closed his eyes for a split second.
âMon Dieu...â
She rose on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his, the need a wild clamour that wouldnât be stopped. His hands clamped on her immediately. One at her waist, the other in her hair. He held her prisoner and deepened the kiss, his groan a rough, hungry sound. He branded her with his mouth and his hands and she willingly gave him complete access.
It might have been seconds or minutes later that she found herself on her back on a lounger, his head between her bared breasts, her swimsuit bunched somewhere around her waist. Her hoarse cry when his fingers slid beneath her suit to tease her wet heat made him raise his head. His eyes were molten with intense need.
âYou want to know how I feel? Right now I want to take you, possess you, make you forget every other man who has come before me.â
âWhy?â
âBecause youâve been under my skin since the first time I saw you. A precocious kid who wouldnât take no for an answer. You watched me with those soulful eyes and dogged my every step until I couldnât move without you tripping me up. Youâre
still
under my skin. Everywhere I look youâre on a billboard or on the side of a bus. Except now you make me acheâmake me crave things I do not want to crave.â
âAnd you hate me for that?â
His smile made her breath catch.
âI hate that you have a certain...power over me. I cannot allow that.â His fingers moved and his mouth closed over her nipple.
She shuddered as his imposing erection pressed deeper into her belly. âSo...what? Youâre going to use your position to bring me to heel? Or are you going to use sex?â
A part of her couldnât deny the thought excited her, but another part recoiled from the idea.
He froze and locked eyes with her. A frown slowly creased his brow, then his gaze drifted over her semi-nude body. He swallowed and shook his head, as if divesting himself from the clutches of a bad dream.
He started to rise but she locked her fingers behind his head.
âBastien...â She wasnât sure what she wanted to say but she hated the look in his eyes.
He firmly disentangled himself from her and stood. âIâm ashamed to admit that was my intention.â He shoved a hand through his hair. âWhat did you sayâsex sells? How very right you are.â
The delivery was cold. And although most of the censure in his voice was directed at himself, a healthy dose spilled her way.
Rushing to rise and right her clothes, she felt fury cut through her lust haze. âYou canât fire me for doing my job, Bastien!â
He turned away, as if he couldnât bear to look at her. âNo, but I
will
keep a close eye on you from now on.â
âGo ahead. And be sure to send me a thank-you bonus when your sales go through the roof.â Burning at the thought of that day, Ana glared at Bastien. âSo things got out of hand before we could stop ourselves? Thatâs what you get for being so vile!â
He stared back for several seconds, then shrugged. âLetâs blame my unexpected discovery of just who it was my marketing people had chosen for my campaign.â
She frowned. âYou mean you didnât know?â
âIâm not in the habit of micromanaging my businesses. You, on the other hand,
knew
who you would be working for. Why did you take the assignment?â
âBecause I foolishly hoped the past could remain in the past.â She locked eyes with him, saw the stormy emotions swirling in his grey eyes. âSurely you canât blame
me
for what happened sixteen years ago?â
She hated herself for caring enough to want to know, but the idea that they would be locked in that volatile winter for ever made her heart lurch sickeningly.
For several seconds he said nothing. Then, âNo, but
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