His Dark Bond by Anne Marsh Page B

over, she found him.
    Zer.
    The visceral jolt of pleasure that shot through her was baffling. Unexpected. There was no logical reason for her to react so strongly to him and not to his equally striking brothers. And yet here she was, leaning forward in her chair so that she could follow his face on the screen. When the pen dropped from her fingers, rolling silently away, she admitted the truth.
    She was lost.
    On Zer’s lap sat a tall, pale, and beautiful woman, apparently deposited there by Nael, who was still standing nearby. All too obviously, Nael had the caviar-and-champagne tastes his sensual smile promised. That was a Versace cocktail dress if Nessa didn’t miss her guess—and nothing like Nessa’s own practical business attire.
    Hell ... Nessa didn’t like the spike of emotion the woman’s presence in Zer’s lap aroused. Nael’s strong hands meant his female companion wasn’t going anywhere he didn’t allow, but, judging by the look on her face, she had no desire to go anywhere. Yeah, go figure.
    The female pretty much looked like she’d just found heaven and it would take a nuclear holocaust to dislodge her. That shouldn’t have bothered Nessa, but she still swallowed—hard—when Zer buried his face in the girl’s hair, wrapping that large, hot body of his around her.
    The same body that had held her, first in the car and then in his suite. Get over him , she ordered herself. So what if she wanted him? He was light-years out of her league and came with a price tag she had no intention of paying. But that didn’t prevent her hormones from kicking into overdrive when she spotted him there on the vidscreen. Just hormones and a chemical reaction. That was all it was. But, God, it was a potent one. He was beautiful.
    Nael threaded his fingers through the blonde’s hair. His fingers tangled with Zer’s. Oh, God, the erotic image was burned into her mind. Sharing. These two had shared women before, were confident in their sensuality, their ability to make the woman in their arms see fireworks.
    Nael slid down the woman’s body, unwrapping her like she was his Christmas present. Male fingers tugged at the zipper, and his hands stroked over the skin he’d uncovered. Followed the sensual path with his tongue. Nessa could all too easily imagine that tongue discovering her, tracing an erotic path over her breasts. No, not Nael. Zer. She shifted restlessly. She shouldn’t watch this.
    Shouldn’t want those soft strokes for herself.
    But, God, they were tempting. He was tempting.
    So, there was a kink in her brain that couldn’t deny the voyeuristic pleasure of watching Nael with his partner. Didn’t want to, because it felt so damn good and it wasn’t hurting anyone. Soon, though, she was watching Zer’s face. The way his cock thrust against his black leather pants and the look of intense concentration and fierce hunger that lit his face.
    To hell with it. Sliding a button free on her blouse, she stroked her own fingers along the smooth slope of her breasts. Heat crawled over her skin in a hot flush of desire. She was suddenly aware of the silky fabric of her bra cupping her breasts, her blouse clinging to her ribs.
    On the vidscreen, Nael slid farther down the woman, eating at her through a wicked scrap of a thong. There was no sound, but the woman’s head fell back against Zer’s shoulder, her mouth opening on a soundless moan.
    Of pleasure. Only pleasure.
    Zer leaned forward, the muscles of his back bunching beneath the thin silk of his shirt. The woman perched on Zer’s lap like she damn well belonged there drove her fingers through his close-cropped hair. Nessa wanted to trade places with her and run as far and fast as she could at the same time. What would it be like to have all that fierce masculine sensuality trained on her ?
    Her breath caught, and, damn it, she was wet. For him .
    The butter-soft leather of her chair was a sensual caress against her bared skin, a substitute kiss for the lover