For Her Son's Sake Read Free

determination in her eyes. “I can’t. I have a son, and Playtone-Infinity is his heritage too. What kind of example would I be setting if I just walked away.”
    Kell had to admit, he respected her for that. She was his enemy—that hadn’t changed—but there was something about her attitude that made him want her to stay.
    And to be perfectly honest it would be the coup de grace in his war against her grandfather, Gregory Chandler. True the old man was dead, but Kell couldn’t help but think of how much it would piss him off to see his granddaughter bargaining with a Montrose to keep not only her job but also her pride.
    The elevator jolted back into motion, tossing Emma off balance. She let her leather bag slip to the floor as she threw out her arm to try to catch herself. Kell grabbed her and steadied her.
    A spark arced between them. He wanted to deny it, but there it was in spades. There was no more than a few inches of space between them. Her scent was sweet and flowery, not at all like what he’d expected.
    She’s the enemy,
he thought, but it was too late. He wanted to kiss her. Had wanted to since the moment he’d started staring at her lips.
    Playing fast and loose with her emotions and her future didn’t seem like a very sound business idea, but it was just one kiss. Surely, he could have that. It was a prize he’d earned by defeating the Chandlers.
    He lowered his head slowly toward hers, waiting to see what she’d do. She didn’t pull back; instead, she tilted her head a little bit to the side and leaned forward in anticipation. He brushed his lips slowly over hers. They were soft. Softer than he expected. He kept the embrace gentle as he searched for some answers to the attraction he felt toward his sworn enemy.

Two
    K ell didn’t taste like the enemy. In fact, his kiss was exactly right, subtle and understated. He didn’t take, but instead made her feel treasured as his mouth moved over hers and his hands held her steady.
    She had the feeling he was as surprised by the embrace as she was, and she stopped thinking as he opened his mouth and his hot breath entered her, followed by his tongue.
    She clung to his shoulders as their kiss deepened. Assertive now, he pushed her back against the wall of the elevator. His body crowded hers and she felt trapped by his presence and her own desire. His hand came up to the side of her face, the long fingers and big palm holding her as his mouth plundered hers. She shifted around in his arms. Slid her hands into his thick hair. It was just as a soft as she’d expected it to be. Ridiculously sensuous against her touch.
    He caressed his way down the sides of her torso, fingers finally coming to rest and tightening on her waist, and then he lifted his head.
    She opened her eyes and for the first time saw confusion and a hint of real emotion in that pewter gray gaze of his. She grabbed his tie and pulled him back, leaning up on tiptoe and taking the kiss she wanted. One that had been overdue for a long time.
    He groaned as his hand tightened on her waist and he slipped his touch lower down her hips and leaned more fully into her. She felt his erection and wanted more but then the elevator pinged and the door opened. Reluctantly, she let go of his tie.
    She retrieved her bag from the floor and stepped out into the carpeted hallway before realizing they weren’t in the lobby. Damn. She couldn’t get back into the elevator with him. Not now. She felt wild and out of control. And as she glanced over her shoulder she noticed he’d followed her out of the elevator.
    She groaned.
    “Making a list of things to be thankful for?” he asked.
    She shook her head. Words were beyond her right now. “Where are the stairs?”
    She couldn’t pretend that embrace had been nothing more than curiosity. If she could...if she could, it would be perfect. But it was more than that. More than momentary lust that they’d now gotten out of their systems.
    What she needed was to go