Deceive 2 (Book 2 of the Deceive series) Read Free

contradiction.”
    He tilts his head back and laughs. The sound of it is so jarring with the tension between us and yet, it makes me smile.
    “So I’ve gathered,” he answers. “And I understand. Carrying the Knight name doesn’t come with much privacy in this city. I’m not as quick to relish in the acclamations as my father and grandfather have.” He shrugs lightly, gazing out the window to the ferries on the water. “Maybe that will change when I’ve contributed to the hotel’s success.”
    A member of the cleaning staff passes by us, breaking him from his trance. Marcus takes me by the elbow and leads me back to the elevator. He pushes the button and as we wait for the door to open, I say quietly, “I don’t believe that to be true.”
    He rotates his body to face me, his expression quizzical. “You think I enjoy the fame that comes with the Knight family name?”
    “No, I believe you won’t change even after you’ve built your own success.”
    He smirks. “And why do you say that? You haven’t even known me for twenty four hours.”
    My heart beats in my throat. “You didn’t have to use your middle name with me last night. I’m sure you thought I was a simple business woman from out of town who would never tie the name Marcus to the Knight dynasty.”
    The elevator bell dings. “You are wrong about one thing.” As the door opens, he looks at me with the same delirious desire he had in his eyes the night before. “You are anything but simple.”
    He steps inside, but it’s a moment longer before I can get my legs to move.
    “Coming?” He lingers on the word, giving emphasis to the double entendre. And now—I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk at all.
    I keep my eyes down as I stand beside him, the door closing us in. Instantly, he curves his body so he’s facing me. My back is pressed against the wall. I look up and match his eyes, and I know my expression mirrors the lust in his. I try to hide it from him, but he’s standing so close that I’m pretty sure I fail miserably. When Marcus speaks I can taste the sweet mint of his breath.
    “Tell me you can’t stop thinking about last night.”
    “I can’t stop thinking about last night,” I breathe.
    He steps even closer, his chest pressing against my breast. “Tell me you can still feel my fingers on the curve of your back as you pressed your ass against me.” Ever so gently, he traces my mouth with his thumb, my pouty plump lips tingle from our love making. “I can still recall the tremble of your lips when you were just about to come.”
    Unable to speak, I close my eyes. With only his words, he has transported me back to last night and I am reliving every succulent touch of his hands and mouth that skillfully aroused my body.
    He places his palms against the back wall, his forehead almost touching mine. He takes in a deep, savory breath. “I can’t get the scent of you out of my head. I could smell you on my skin, making it hard to sleep.”
    Vibrations move through my body as the elevator lowers us to the ground. My arms are like concrete, my hands pressed on the wall behind me. I quiver as he gently leans down and trails his nose against my ear. “You can tell me to stop.”
    But I can’t. Or I won’t. I know that I should, but it’s the last thing I want. I tilt my head to his, encouraging his lips to find mine. My silence is my answer.
    “There is just one thing left to do before you are officially hired on here.”
    At any moment the elevator will stop and we will be caught in this most inappropriate position. But I can’t seem to pull away from him. I only want more.
    “What’s that?” I whisper.
    “Fill out the paper work.” His lips trail the side of my jaw. I lean back my head and sigh as his lips caress my throat in soft brushing strokes. When his mouth reaches my ear again, he whispers, “But I’m not ready to do that yet.”
    I freeze and brace myself for the worst. Maybe he doesn’t think I’m fit for