by Milly Taiden
After he flipped the skirt of her dress to her waist, he continued his exploration. Blood roared in his ears when she whimpered.
He squeezed her ass cheeks, dipped a finger down the crack and lightly traced the dark anal entrance. Her breaths turned to full-blown pants, and she pushed into his finger.
Placing the head of his cock at her entrance, he worked his way in slow and easy. She stretched her muscles to allow him access. He gripped her hips to keep from coming.
The little dragon ignored his command and propelled back into him. Her pussy swallowed him whole in one fist-tight slide.
“Oh, God!” Filled with awe and total pleasure, her moan was music to his ears.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back, not enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. “I told you not to move. Just for that, I’m going to have to punish you.” He held on to his tenuous control.
“Yes, yes. Please, Andrew, punish me. Fuck me, please.”
He rammed her with his cock, pulling out and roughly thrusting back in, her moans and screams urging him on.
Still, she disobeyed. She pressed back on each of his thrusts while his balls slapped against her pussy lips. He was going to have to spank her later, teach her who was in charge. He ground his hips against her ass. The savage beast within him broke loose. Control thrown out the window, he fucked her with so much force, he worried she was being hurt. Instead of cries of pain, all he heard were her broken pants for more, increasing his drive to give it to her.
“Oh yes, yes, yes.” Her chants grew louder; his thrusts increased in tempo with her pants.
He pounded hard, his pleasure increasing with each ram of his cock into her. The sound of skin slapping skin, her moans, and his grunts filled the small space.
She tilted her hips and pushed her ass into his pelvis. Like a vise, she squeezed her pussy around him while she came. She screamed his name in pleasure. Her vaginal walls quivered and pushed him over the edge into his own explosive climax. A satisfied growl erupted from his throat. His hold on her hair and hip tightened as he jerked and came, her pussy milking him deep.
Draped over the chair with her hair in complete disarray, she panted, trying to catch her breath. He pulled out of her, disposed of the condom in a discreet trash bin, and fixed his pants.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the chair, fixed her dress, and sat with her in his lap. She turned her head and leaned into the curve of his shoulder. The blare of the music surrounded them. She snuggled closer into him.
He pulled her chin up and kissed her hard, but only for a minute, enough to bring her back to the sensual haze she had been under a few moments before. Once she whimpered and softened under him, he drew away.
He dug his hand into his slacks and pulled out his cell phone. He pressed buttons to add a new contact. Then he glanced up and trailed a finger down her cheek. “Give me your number, sweetheart.”
She rattled off the digits and turned her face to press her cheek into his palm. She glared at him when he pulled his hand from her face, but he needed to save her contact information. After that, he pressed the green button to call her.
Bending, he picked up her small buzzing bag from the floor and handed it to her. “Save it.”
She blinked and frowned. Then she pulled her purple smartphone out. After pressing a few buttons, she glanced back at him.
“I’m going to be traveling for the next few days, but when I come back, I want to see you.” It was imperative she understood. She wasn’t going to get rid of him, and he wasn’t backing away. Now that he’d gotten a taste, he wanted more of his little dragon.
She looked at him, but no words left her lips. “Say yes.” His words were an order. Eyes flaring with hunger, she nodded.
“Yes.”
She was going to be the death of him. He wasn’t into emotional crap, but damn, she made his heart jump in his chest.
Finally, he had Alexandra Berte all to himself, and he wasn’t letting go.
When someone knocked on the panel, she jerked up in his arms. Turning her head toward the glass, she squeaked. On the other side of the sliding door, a woman waited. She didn’t try to peer in, but she must’ve known they were in there because she wasn’t budging.
“Oh my God. It must be Nina looking for me.” In a rush, she jumped off his lap and looked down at herself. She looked over to him, seeking assurance that nothing was hanging out that shouldn’t be. Alex pulled the door open and stepped back, startled not to see Nina’s face.
“What the fuck?” the blonde said.
Both he and Alexandra stared at the intruder in her six-inch heels and bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands. Leslie raked her eyes down Alexandra, a disgusted look on her face. “Who the fuck are you, and why are you in Andrew’s private space?”
Alexandra raised a brow. Hot anger flowed through him. How dare this bitch come into his space and accuse his guest. But Alexandra had it under control.
“That’s none of your goddamn business, woman,” she said. Leslie’s face erupted into dark red. Her eyes narrowed to slits.
Leslie launched the wine glasses in her hands at them. They dodged the projectiles easily. “He’s mine,” she screeched. Fortunately, the music drowned out her loud voice to keep others from wondering what was going on.
Alexandra pushed past Leslie at the door. The bitch lifted the bottle, ready to swing it at her head. He wasn’t about to let that happen. “Leslie! Stop,” he hollered.
Instantly the heiress’s face turned innocent with big, sad eyes. “I wasn’t going to, Andrew,” she cooed. She stepped toward him and ran her palm over his flaccid dick. After how hard he came with Alexandra, he’d need time to recover.
He jerked her hand away and looked up to see Alexandra standing with his secretary and another lady close to the door. She had seen what Leslie did. Neither his girl, nor the other two, looked happy. Jen looked downright scary. He had never seen her that mad before. He’d have to ask her how she knew Alexandra and who her friend was. Tomorrow.
Alex dragged herself down the hallway, into her apartment. She was mentally and physically exhausted. It had been one of the longest days of her life. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for a week.
Locking the door behind her, she dropped her purse on the small hall table and flipped off the lamp there. As she walked through the living area, she heard a thump on her door and it jarred in the frame. Alex froze and waited for someone to knock. When no one did, she went back to the entrance and peeked through the security hole.
In the fish eye lens, she didn’t see anyone around her door. She pulled it open and glanced down the hall. The elevator was closing with someone inside, but she couldn’t see who it was. Not that she’d know the person anyway.
When she pulled back inside, something on the door caught the corner of her eye. A piece of napkin had been torn off and now pinned to the door with a steak knife identical to the ones at the lounge. On the paper read:
Stay away from Andrew or else.
8
“Hey, Nina.” Engrossed in her own thoughts, she stepped back and allowed her cousin into her apartment. Ever since pulling the knife and note from her door, she’d been wondering what to do. Should she call the police? Did she really want this nothing incident to blow up into an investigation?
She knew Leslie must have followed her from the bar to her apartment and put the note on her door as a threat. Actually, Alex didn’t take Leslie as a serious threat. The woman wouldn’t chance breaking a nail fighting her. Should she even tell Nina and get her upset? Not worth it.
Nina was dressed to hang out, as was Alex, in a pink cotton lounger suit that read sexy across her butt. In contrast, however, Alex’s lounge pants were plain royal blue without any lettering to draw attention to her already noticeable assets.
“Finally, woman! You’ve been dodging me like I have the plague. What gives? And don’t give me any crap about you being busy. This
is me you’re talking to. You always make time for me.”
She sighed and followed Nina into the living room. Alex took a seat on a sofa across from her, folding her bare feet underneath her. What would be a good way to word the problems plaguing her?
After Friday night, her thoughts constantly veered toward climbing into bed with Andrew, wondering what else he’d do to her. Each time her thoughts strayed to him, all her nerve endings came to life. A painful throbbing took over her pussy, and she ended up manually relieving herself.
“I’m not sure what to do.” She wanted more, so much more, but she was scared even to think it.
“About what? I hope this isn’t about Mr. Buff. I mean, have you got any idea how many women would gladly push you into oncoming traffic to get a chance at Andrew Carter?”
“What are you talking about?” She leaned toward the sofa arm, frowned at Nina’s gloating expression, and cupped her chin.
“What I’m talking about is that I wouldn’t have picked anyone better for you. The man is a veritable genius in business. He dips his hands into all kinds of ventures, including that little place we went to Friday. Everything he touches turns to gold.”
“What?” What the hell was she talking about? She had heard the name Andrew Carter before. Andrew Carter and Mr. Buff were one and the same? Andrew owned Come Again?
“You haven’t put two and two together yet? Andrew Carter?” Nina dragged out the name as though that would make a difference. “You’re a businesswoman. How do you not know of Carter Real Estate, Carter Clubs, and Carter Designs?”
“I’m a payroll manager. I am not to the level where I need to keep up with the Wall Street Journal. Besides, that stuff is boring.”
Nina rolled her eyes. “The man comes from a family of geniuses. His brother is a top neurosurgeon who just happened to marry one of his nurses. His mother is Beverly Carter, the top-selling author, and his father used to be head of the national defense.”
A dull throbbing started to build in the back of her head. For the first time since she’d seen him, thoughts of Andrew were giving her a headache.
“Your very own Mr. Buff is Andrew Carter. I thought you knew that.”
Shocked, she stared at her cousin while she put it all together. The building across from her office was owned by Carter Real Estate; no wonder he had his own shower. And he wanted to see her again? Leslie Lynch not only looked like sex on legs, she exuded so much sensuality and confidence that women young and old tried to emulate her.
“Ah, shit. This isn’t going to work. The man is going to come back, take a second look at me, and turn tail back to Leslie.”
“What?” Wide-eyed, Nina stared at her, jaw hanging open. “Are you crazy? Have you looked at yourself? What the hell did that fucked-up piece of shit Jack do to you? Where’s your usual self-confidence? Andrew Carter wants you because you’re hot. Let’s face facts here, Alex, you’ve got a body any twenty-year-old would kill for, you’re beautiful, have an amazing heart, and when you love, you love unconditionally. Any man would be lucky to have you.”
“What if all he wanted was some ass?” She bit her lip. That was her biggest fear. Jack really had done a number on her. She didn’t want to go through short-term affairs any longer. She wanted a solid relationship.
“Oh please, were you not there on Friday? I mean, I was, and I saw how he looked at you at the lounge. This is no booty call. He wants more, and you should be happy. This is exactly what you’ve been wanting. Give the man a chance. If he doesn’t pan out, then you move on knowing you tried.”
“But—”
“No buts. Just try. I have a good feeling about him. If he does something to hurt you, I’ll gut him myself, okay?”
She smiled at Nina’s ferocious expression. Able to tear any man to shreds verbally, she didn’t need Nina’s help. Still, she almost felt sorry for Andrew. If he turned out to be a frog, her cousin would have him for dinner.
“Fine, fine. But I’m not wasting time if all he’s looking for is to play around.”
“Did he say when you’d hear from him?”
“He sent me a text from somewhere on the other side of the world telling me he’d call me when he gets back and just wanted me to know he was thinking of me.” She’d bounced in her chair like a teenager when she saw the message.
“Good. Now that we got that settled, let’s get some food. I’m starving.”
They stood to walk into the kitchen, and her doorbell rang. She raised her brows and gave Nina a shrug, knowing she wasn’t expecting anyone. When she opened the door, a deliveryman stood there with a large package.
“Can I help you?” What could this large, paper-covered item be?
The man looked to the package and then at her. “Are you Ms. Alexandra Berte?”
“Yes.”
“Sign here, please.” He handed her a form, and once she’d signed it, he passed her the package. She took it to the living room and tore at the paper.
“Well? What is it?” Nina walked out of the kitchen to join her.
It was a potted single purple orchid. How in the world did he know she’d love that more than anything?
Nina sighed. “Oh wow. I told you I had a feeling about him! Is there a note?”
Her mind had frozen over the gorgeous flower and hadn’t even looked for any papers. Inside the plastic was a piece of personalized stationary with AC on it. He’d handwritten a note?
“Read it!”
“One rare beauty deserves another. Andrew.” Alex realized she was in big trouble.
9
What a waste of time it was to sit at her desk and stare at Andrew’s empty office. She hadn’t bothered to remove the earpiece after the last call, and her heart flipped when the phone rang in her ear. Clicking on a button to continue hands-free, she answered.
“Hello? Alexandra.” A slow shiver of arousal ran up her spine. She smiled and lifted her eyes to the second purple orchid sitting at her desk. He’d had it delivered to her office just that morning. The second handwritten note had been so sweet: “I wanted you to see as much beauty as I do when I look up from my desk.”
“Andrew. When did you—how did you get my office number?”
“It’s easy when you have a fantastic assistant who can get you things, like the business number to the sexiest woman in the city.” His rich, gravelly voice opened the craving to have him near. She wanted to touch his body and be surrounded by his heat.
“What, um, are you doing?”
“Lying in a hotel room, lonely, wishing I were there finally to see you again.”
She tried to smother the giggle that slipped out. He sounded like a dramatic, sulking kid.
“Are you laughing at me, woman? I’m going to paddle that sexy ass when I see you.”
A whimper escaped her. His deep laugh and the visual he provided were enough to turn on the heat inside her cunt. Her moist pussy dampened her panties and made her wiggle in her seat.
To keep herself from panting, she kept things safe. “I’m sorry you’re lonely. I wish there were something I could do to make you feel better.”
“There is one thing you can do for me.”
Sitting up, her mind already zooming into all kinds of sick, twisted directions, she piqued with interest. “What?”
“Are you busy or were you done for the day?”
“No, I’m finished. I was going to leave in a few minutes.”
“Good. Are you wearing a skirt today?”
Okay. “Yes, a dress. Why?”
“I ask the questions, Alexandra.” His voice lost all traces of amusement and picked up the same tone he’d used in the club. Her pussy constricted, and her nipples swelled. His voice had the ability to make her body respond from anywhere in the world.
“Okay.” Her pants were loud. The headset was so close, she was positive he could hear her fight to get oxygen into her lungs.
“Pull your chair up to the window. Nobody can see you, and I want you to do this for me.
Just as if I were there watching you.”
Lust clouded her brain. She locked her door, just in case, pulled her chair around her desk, and set it right in front of the window facing his office. To ensure it wouldn’t roll away, she locked the wheels in place.
She didn’t bother to hide her excitement. “Okay, now what?”
“Now I want you to remove the dress.”
“What?”
“Do it. Don’t question me.” The command came clear across the line. The urge to get on all fours and ask him to spank her flashed through her mind.
“Okay, hold on.” It wasn’t as though she had to, he wouldn’t know, but what was the fun in the game if she didn’t do what he said? She looked outside the window, but nothing other than Andrew’s office had a good view of hers.
Pulling the dress over her head, she dropped it by the chair wheels. “Okay, now what?” Her voice was soft and needy.
“Turn in a circle. I want you to show off your body to me as if I were sitting at my desk.”
Okay, this was a little strange, but she took a deep breath and obeyed. She peeled off the bra and, throwing away the last of her caution and modesty, removed her panties, too. She grabbed the back of her chair and used it like a base. She walked all around the chair in a circle while she gave a sexy swing of the hips. Then she got on her knees on the seat and displayed her ass to the glass.
An image of him at his desk filled her head when she looked over her shoulder. She gave one of her ass cheeks a light tap, winked, and smiled at the dark space. Enjoying the show she was performing for him, she turned over to sit at the edge of the cushion and lifted her heeled feet to the window ledge on the floor. She relaxed her knees wide, leaned back, and showed off her pussy to the empty office.
His breathing was harsh over the line. Was he picturing what she was doing?
“Now what?”
“Now, I want you to play with yourself for me. I’m right there watching you. Squeeze your tits for me, fondle your nipples.” The rough sound of his voice filled her head.