Joshua was suckling on Carmilla's nipples and she was moaning like a wanton woman when the phone rang.

She straightened up a little. He released her nipple with reluctance, looked up at her with eyes blazing with desire and said, "Ignore it!"

"It could be important." To her utter and complete mortification, she had stuttered on her words. Could it get more embarrassing?

He retrieved his phone from the pocket of his vest and greeted whoever called coolly, in a manner that was so unlike his hot demeanor with her, it was almost disturbing.

Carmilla began to button up her blouse but was stopped with Joshua's hand gripping her own. He cocked an eyebrow at her and shook his head negatively, all while still discussing business matters with the person on the phone. She sighed and rolled her eyes at him. She then pursed her lips in defeat.

Soon enough, he was stroking first her upper then her bottom lip with his thumb. She opened her mouth and sucked on his finger in a languid-like but seductive manner.

Her technique must have worked because in a matter of seconds he had excused himself and said he had some serious matters to take care of and that he'd call back soon.

"You little witch!" He admonished in a voice full of unveiled desire, and he pressed her against the door anew, making her feel the evidence of said desire. "You want to play, huh?" He asked before claiming her lips in a kiss so possessive, she could have sworn she saw stars, fireworks and all what could be in between flash behind her closed eyelids.

Their tongues battled for dominance before Carmilla surrendered to his assault on her mouth. When they broke for air seconds later, he rested his forehead against hers and told her in a sad and almost desperate tone, “I wish we could play right now. But we have work, so much work to do, chérie.”

That was a wake-up call for her. She felt silly for having succumbed to her desires so easily. She should have fought harder against her primal need to be possessed by this dangerous man and notorious playboy.

Yes, Joshua King is a player. Don’t you forget that, Carmilla, she reprimanded herself.

“Hey, hey,” he stroked her cheek, “don’t tell me you regret this.”

I don’t, her body protested, but she was quick to say, “I do,” thus breaking the lust-inducing spell that had been cast on them both.

Joshua straightened himself, standing both taller and prouder than ever, and she felt small compared to him.

“Miss Lenoir,” Back to being formal, Joshua? She mentally rolled her eyes at how childish he could be, how hot then cold he could be. “I’ll need you to take notes at the meeting I’m going to have in fifteen.”

That gave her fifteen minutes to pull up her act. She could do it.

“Yes, sir,” she said simply as she finished buttoning up her blouse and walked out of there, looking like she had been thoroughly loved.