Page 19 of Selfish Suit (Steamy Latte Reads Collection #1)

THE CEO

DOMINIC

Wednesday Night

I ’m pacing my living room and chatting with Marcus via FaceTime, wondering why the hell Ivy isn’t home yet. She left work an entire hour before I did, and I didn’t assign her or Tracey any after-hours tasks.

“Are you listening to me, Mr. Sutton?” Marcus smiles. “I just had a breakthrough moment.”

“I didn’t catch it,” I say. “Repeat it for me.”

“I’m thinking that maybe—just maybe—the real problem with Skittles is their slogan.” He pauses. “Instead of ‘taste the rainbow,’ we should suggest ‘be the rainbow,’ or ‘feel the rainbow.’ It’s more modern, it’ll catch people’s attention, and it’ll spark more creativity from our team.”

“Marcus…” I try not to lose my shit. “They’ve had that slogan since 1994.”

“That’s why now is a perfect time to change it.”

“Their proposal contract literally has ‘We will not change our slogan’ in bold font.”

“But if the Dominic Sutton suggests it, maybe they’ll reconsider.”

“Get some sleep and wake up with better ideas.”

“Yes, sir.”

I end the call before he can say anything else ridiculous. Opening my laptop, I relaunch the latest commercial shoot, and just as I’m about to recite my suggested notes, my front door opens.

Ivy stumbles in, wearing bright red stilettos and a short black dress that leaves little to the imagination.

Mitchell is behind her, holding her purse and a jacket.

He doesn’t offer an explanation—just leaves.

“Where have you been?” I ask Ivy.

“Out,” she says. “Nolan wanted to make things up to me.”

“You better be joking.”

“I am.” She braces herself against my hallway table and slips out of her heels. “I was out with my new work friends, and now, if it’s okay with my boss and my temporary landlord, I’m going to take a bath.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

She stares straight ahead, then glances down the hallway.

“I need help walking,” she says. “Mitchell had to let me lean on him to get up here.”

“Then ask me to help you.”

“Or you could just offer.”

“I’ll wait.”

She stands still, refusing—determined not to lower herself to ask me for shit. She takes a small, unsteady step forward.

Then another.

At this rate, she’ll make it to her bathroom by the end of the week.

“How much did you have to drink?” I ask.

She ignores me, focusing on her next step.

“Ivy.” I move closer. “How much did you have to drink?”

“A few shots and four margaritas.”

“That’s probably three too many.”

“Yeah, well. We were drinking to our misery at Sutton,” she says. “You wouldn’t understand... You’re really not going to help me?”

“Not until you ask, no.”

“Fine then.” She lets out a breath. “Lord Sutton, King of all Manhattan and owner of this penthouse suite, would you please help me walk to my room, sir?”

“There’s no need to be formal.” I notice she’s not wearing panties under her dress, and her bra is see-through, revealing large areolas on her perfect C-cup breasts. “Plus, I could do without the sarcasm.”

“Seriously?”

“I have all night.”

“Could you please just help me get to my suite, Dominic?”

“Yes.” I slide my arm around her waist and she leans against me.

“See?” She looks up at me. “I just needed some support to walk.”

I hold back on telling her she’s not walking. I’m practically carrying her, with no help at all on her end.

When we reach her bathroom, I hit the lights and she plops down on a plush chair.

“You’re welcome,” I say, turning away.

“Wait.” She calls out when I’m halfway out of the room, and I look over my shoulder. She’s pulled off her dress, and she’s completely naked.

Her legs are spread wide, her pussy glistening. Her breasts tempt me to suck the nipples between my lips.

“What do you want, Ivy?” I ask.

“I need help getting into the tub... and running the water, please.”

Dragging my gaze over her again, I stroll over to the tub and turn on the water, making sure it’s not too hot before tossing in a loofah and bubble bath.

Sliding my hands under her body, I lift her up and gently place her into the tub.

“Happy?” I ask, feeling my cock stiffening in my pants. “Do you need anything else?”

“A towel for when I’m done, if it’s not too much to ask.”

I grab one from the warmer and drape it across the tub’s edge. Then I step back, because she’s drunk as hell—and as tempting as she is, I want her completely sober whenever she gives in to me.

“Where are you going?”

“To take a very cold shower,” I say.

“Shouldn’t you stay and talk to me—make sure I don’t slip under the suds?”

“No,” I say. “The next time your pussy is in my face like this, I’ll be devouring it, and you’ll be taking every inch of my cock once I’m done.”

A blush creeps over her face.

“If you need anything else, call my staff.” I gesture to the phone on the wall. “They’re the only people in this condo who don’t want to fuck you like I do…”