“One week, that’s all I ask.” He couldn’t resist trying to persuade her. Honestly, he thought convincing her would be the easy part, but Tag was beginning to realize there wasn’t anything easy about McKenna Thorne.
“One week. It’s that simple?” she asked, her eyes still locked with his.
Simple? Tag knew this would be anything but simple. Yet, he needed her to say yes.
He slid his finger back up the long, perfect column of her neck until he reached the bottom of her chin, and he tilted her head just slightly, offering him better access to those soft pink lips that beckoned him. Ensuring she knew what he was after, Tag glanced down at her lips, then back to her eyes. When her tongue darted out, swiping over her bottom lip before she pulled it in between her teeth, he groaned.
And then he kissed her.
Only this wasn’t a regular, run of the mill kiss. This was passion and fury laced with carnal desires as their mouths met and sought everything the other was willing to give.
McKenna’s arms came up to circle around his neck and Tag pulled her closer, lifting her easily off of the floor and sitting her gently on the desk behind her. Cupping her cheeks, he held her mouth to his, ensuring she wouldn’t get away, although she was kissing him back, seemingly just as invested in this wild, uninhibited kiss as he was.
Her soft, sweet moans had his cock jerking as he pressed between her thighs, his hips rocking against hers causing that damn short skirt to ride up. In less than five seconds, he’d been reduced to a horny teenager thanks to the smoking hot woman in his arms.
“McKenna.” Tag managed to break the kiss, both of them panting, yet neither of them pulling away. “If we keep this up, you’ll be naked in less than a minute.”
The seductive little smirk that tipped her kiss swollen lips nearly pushed Tag to his limits. Instead of sinking to his knees and burying his head between her luscious thighs, he pulled away, taking two steps back. If he had hair, he would’ve thrust his hands through it at that point. Instead, he simply stood there, staring at the one woman who single handedly stole every ounce of his common sense with just a kiss.
“I’m in.” McKenna grinned, standing up and adjusting her skirt, although it didn’t cover much more when it was in place than it had when he’d pushed it up farther up on her hips.
“Seven days,” he reminded her.
“I’m pretty sure I can handle you, Tag,” she said with another cocky smile. “But I’ve got a couple of amendments to the contract that I’ll be sending your way this afternoon. If you’re still interested, call me and let me know.”
Tag didn’t doubt for one second that she could say anything that would change his mind. For some reason, he had a feeling McKenna was way more experienced in his world than he’d given her credit for, and he was beginning to wonder whether or not he could handle her.
With a not so subtle adjustment, Tag resituated himself before turning his back on her and heading to the door.
“Starting tomorrow morning,” he informed her, “you’ll meet me at the club at eight o’clock sharp. Be sure to finish reading the contract so you know everything to expect.” It was his turn to smile. “And I’ll be waiting for those amendments.”
Chapter Seven
McKenna was up with the sun the following morning, eager and anxiously awaiting the limousine that would be coming to pick her up. After she had amended the contract to suit her better, she’d sent it to Tag and received an email response. Not a phone call like she expected. That had made her smile.
According to the information in the contract, she would be taking a full leave of absence for the next week and had to be prepared to do so. That included packing her clothes and other necessities which she had done the night before.
As soon as she’d received Tag’s agreement to the additional terms, McKenna had called Whisper into her office and shared the details that she was allowed, having to make sure someone would handle Sensations, Inc. while she was away. To her delight, Whisper was eager to be in charge, and since McKenna trusted her with her life, there weren’t any issues.
Well, except one tiny one.
The seven days she’d be spending with Tag Murphy.
As soon as she read the fine print in the documents he’d provided her, she knew he’d set her up. But, little did he know, she was up for the challenge. Even if it would be the biggest one of her life thus far.
Being under Tag’s thumb for one whole week was going to be both exciting and nerve wracking all at the same time. Considering the instructions he had included in his email response, she didn’t doubt Tag was out to see how far he would be able to push her.