Raashh Decisions (Xxan War Book 3)

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Book: Raashh Decisions (Xxan War Book 3) by Brenna Lyons Read Free Book Online
Authors: Brenna Lyons
She’s here.
    “Is it a problem? I can reschedule her to—”
    “No.” It’s not a problem at all. It’s a…joy. A delight. He composed himself. “I was simply verifying my schedule for the day.” He was lying. It was the only reason a Xxanian would lie—to protect a female or child.
    “Ms. Patterson is your only meeting today, so it is no problem to move her, if you want me to.”
    Suspicion made his blood burn. “Is it? Why so light?” He suspected he knew. Damned doctors and my seir .
    “Your doctors’ orders,” she confirmed for him.
    Rayn, you are a damned interfering man.
    Forget it. It gives me time to talk to Joy.
    “Is there a problem, Mr. Raashh?”
    “No. I’ll see Ms. Patterson now. Handle any calls. I do not wish to be disturbed.” He left Celeste far behind and marched into the conference room she’d indicated.
    The door swung open noiselessly, revealing a lush ass encased in silk and—he was sure—nothing else. He closed the door, his primary hard and heavy behind his trousers.
    Her scent was potent and alluring, and she shifted further, still folded over the table.
    She wants me. She’s inviting me. If she was, Joy would be his only appointment…and not because Rayn insisted on it. In fact, it was a sure bet that Rayn would be irked that Daveed was considering such hearty exercise.
    “How are you, Joy?”
     
    ****
     
    His voice sent pleasant shivers down her spine, and Joy considered her position. She hadn’t intended to meet Daveed in such a provocative pose, but her body heated at the idea of him taking advantage of it.
    He didn’t, and she turned to face him. Daveed stood, his ankles slightly parted, as imposing as always despite his injury.
    His cock was hard and pressing out against his trousers. Joy licked her upper lip slowly, and he breathed in deeply.
    Scenting me. He knows I want him.
    She leaned back on the table, seeking something solid to support her when her shaking knees weren’t helping much. “I should be asking you that question.” Her voice was breathy and lacking the conviction she’d wanted it to carry. How can I think with his cock so ready, let alone speak?
    Daveed stepped toward her, his expression solemn. “My injuries are nothing.”
    “Nothing. You must be—”
    Her lungs and throat seized at the brush of his fingers against the line of scar tissue on her chin.
    His words caressed her lips with heat. “Yours is intolerable to me.” He traced the line again.
    “Just a scratch,” she whispered. “You could have died.”
    “I would willingly die to save you from harm. Any male would willingly die to save a female from harm.” It sounded like he was correcting himself.
    “Not any male.” Her ex certainly wouldn’t have put himself in danger to save her.
    “Any honorable male would.”
    “Yes. I believe that,” she agreed.
    They stood there, close enough to kiss. When Daveed didn’t make the first move, Joy’s nerves deserted her.
    She motioned to the display. “The proposed line will be—”
    “Is that what you want to show me?” There was nothing coy in that, nothing teasing.
    Words failed her. Joy shook her head slowly.
    “Then it can wait.” Still Daveed made no move toward her.
    I refused him. I need to do something he can’t mistake as interest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rose on tiptoe, pressing her lips to his.
    Daveed didn’t hesitate. His arms encircled her body and drew her flush to his chest. His scent made her head spin, and Joy opened her lips to gasp.
    His tongue dipped inside, and she moaned at the taste of him in her mouth. Musk and spice. She’d always thought it was cologne, but it was his natural flavor. Joy entwined her tongue with his, drinking in the potent flavor of Daveed.
    He caressed a hand down her shoulder and arm. His hand angled away, and the sound of the doors locking shut followed.
    He has a button to secure the doors. It wasn’t unexpected. Many corporate meeting rooms had such

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