Four Erotic Series Collection: Bounds Of Passion, Sexed Up/Tied Down, Spectacular Stranger, The Proposition

by Lucia Jordan

  Megan barely had time to piece her fuddled thoughts together. Lunch, Thursday, with Heath Mayer, her boss – her overall boss. Even Lionel looked a bit surprised but then, he was probably thinking the same thing Megan was thinking. These rich folks couldn’t be questioned. Things were done their way or you hit the highway.

  “Thursday would be perfect, sir,” she said, trying not to fumble over the words.

  “Great. Well guys, if you’ll excuse me, I have a flight to Melbourne in half an hour. I’ll see you Thursday, Miss Kerry. My chauffeur will take you from your office to the venue of our lunch.”

  Chapter Two

  None of Megan’s friends at work could understand why she was so calm about her upcoming lunch meet with their owner and CEO, Heath Mayer.

  “I just thought it was pretty weird,” Megan said with an off-hand shrug as they had lunch in the pizza restaurant just a stone’s throw from their office building. “But then, it made perfect sense. I designed the main marketing plan, so I’d be the one to present it to him. And he decided he’d use a business lunch to do it.”

  “You’re right; it’s just an ordinary formal lunch meeting. Nothing underhand about that,” Lisa, from accounting, agreed. She bit hard on a piece of carrot from her salad and then began to chew with equal force. “But still, I’d give anything to trade places with you right now. Do you know how in demand our sexy CEO is?”

  “So, he was named most eligible bachelor in the city like for three years running,” Megan said with that same casual air. “I get it. I mean, I was within three feet of the guy and I definitely felt like I would gladly lick cream off his face, but…”

  Her two co-workers chuckled, and Megan’s eyes were finally gleaming with humor as she admitted, “But his type has “off limits” and “out of reach” plastered all over him in invisible ink. What hope would I have with a guy like him?”

  “Zilch,” Lisa said with a sage nod, and Megan let out a sound of protest.

  Her other friend, Ursula, said quickly, “Don’t mind Lisa, she’s just jealous. We’ve worked for the company for five years and never caught a glimpse of our hunky owner. And yet here you are, barely two years at the place, and already you’ve caught his attention. Something tells me there’s more to it than meets the eye.”

  Lisa was shaking her head at Ursula. “Why are you doing this to the girl? Giving her false hope? He’s a very busy guy who takes every detail of his company seriously. He simply wants a chance to hear Megan out but his only opportunity in the near future is lunch on Thursday. Which, by the way, is tomorrow,” she added smoothly, making a sharp turn to face Megan. “Now girl, what are you going to wear? Hope you’ve got a sexy little skirt suit lined up for your one hour with Mr. Candy on Legs.”

  Now it was Megan’s turn to shake her head and laugh right along with them.

  She felt so twisted up. She knew it was probably just wishful thinking, but she could have sworn she saw something in Mr. Mayer’s eyes when he’d shaken her hand – and when he’d suggested the lunch appointment. But wasn’t she being foolish for nursing any silly crush for her gorgeous boss? She’d only be letting herself up for embarrassment, not to talk of heartache, if she didn’t smarten up soon…

  Chapter Three

  Was it even possible for him to look even hotter than the first time they’d met? Megan’s heart fell into the pit of her belly as she faced Heath Mayer once again.

  It was the afternoon of their lunch meeting, and she’d arrived with what she hoped was a professional and confident exterior

  “Nice to see you, Miss Kerry,” he said in that chocolate-melting voice of his. She placed her hand in his and for a moment, she had that tingling sensation that he didn’t want to let go.

  Nice to see you, handsome, she would have said, but instead made an appropriate reply before sinking into the chair opposite him at the table. It was a very intimate restaurant, obviously expensive, within a very prestigious five-star hotel. He at once proceeded with ordering, and Megan chose something light. She was sure she’d be too nervous to eat.

  “The presentation, Mr. Mayer…”

  “Can wait one more minute,” he said, sitting back as his fingers tapped the side of his wine glass. She lifted wide eyes to his face, her breath catching at the studious expression there. Why was he looking at her like he was undressing her with his eyes? Was she imagining the sudden air of awareness swirling around them and making it seem like all the oxygen was sucked out from the room?

  “You intrigue me, Miss Kerry. How old are you, twenty two, twenty three?”

  “I’m twenty five, actually, sir,” she said, taking a hasty gulp of her wine and almost spilling it on herself, her hands far from steady.

  He nodded thoughtfully. “I was looking through your file the other day, and I was thinking how much progress you’ve made since you joined my firm. All the ideas and structures you’ve spearheaded have in one way or another, placed the company one foot ahead. You remind me a lot about myself when I was your age.”

  Megan found herself chuckling softly at that. “You make yourself sound so ancient, Mr. Mayer. You can’t be much older than me, surely.”

  “I’m twenty nine. But I’m serious; it took me just a few years to make my mark in my own field. And you, Miss Kerry, are making quite a mark of your own. And by the way…I like the way you laugh. You should do it more often.”

  Megan blinked, and then said, “Thank you sir,” even as her heart began to pound alarmingly again. But the waiter appeared with their first course so she had a few moments of respite to collect herself after his unexpected compliments – all of them.

  As they ate, she gave him an insight to her plans for the marketing growth of the company. She could tell he liked what he heard, and her heart lifted when he made some approving comment or the other on one or two of her points.

  “Once again, you’ve impressed me, Miss Kerry,” he said lightly. They’d just had the table cleared and he was drinking some more wine. Following suit, Megan took several swallows from her glass and fought off the heady feeling overtaking her. She was normally lightweight with alcohol and she knew she should be taking it easy, but around Heath Mayer, she needed as much fortification as she could get. Just sitting so close to him, having to endure his skin-tingling gaze was bringing a twitching to her hidden places.

  “Thank you, Mr. Mayer,” she croaked out. She tried to meet his eyes but daren’t. It was hard to look straight at him and not wish herself in bed with him right there, right then. That somehow, with a snap of her fingers, the restaurant would disappear and they’d be in some exotic location, having steamy, filthy sex for hours.

  “What if I told you I’m considering giving you a promotion – moving you up to head office to head the team there?” he said calmly, and Megan’s eyes darted as she let his words sink in.

  “I’d say…wow, sir. That’s a big career leap,” she said with reined-in enthusiasm. It wouldn’t do to jump on the table and do a jig, not just yet.

  “But you’ve got the guts and the talent to hold your own, don’t you, Miss Kerry? There’s much of a can-do element about you; I can tell these things.”

  “I don’t know what to say, sir.”

  He smiled at her faltering state. “You should say, “that’s a wonderful opportunity sir, I’ll take it.”

  “That’s…a wonderful opportunity sir, I’ll take it,” she echoed stupidly, her cheeks reddening. But his smile deepened, his eyes grew warmer.

  “I like you, Miss Kerry. You seem like type to obey orders well. And if it’s one thing I find vital, it’s someone who’s good at not defying me.”

  “Funny, I thought you’d like a bit of challenge once in a while,” she murmured, amazed at her audacity.

  He tilted his head slightly to the side. “Oh, I do. But in some things, a man like me would require complete submission from a woman.”

  Once again, Megan’s eyes darted and she wondered breathlessly if they were still talking about work.r />
  “Megan.”

  Her name on his lips made her head whip up as she looked straight at him. Why did the whole scenery seem to narrow down into just him and her, shutting the rest of the world out in a nanosecond? Why did she suddenly feel like she was treading on dangerous ground?

  “I’m going to suggest something very inappropriate, but very imperative. I may be reading the signals all wrong, and I could just be acting my usual cocky self…In any case, I have a standing suite here at the hotel. I’ll like you to join me for a drink – among other things.”

  For like ten seconds, Megan couldn’t get her mind to function. His lips lifted in a smile. “I know what you’re thinking,” he drawled. “The boss offers you a promotion, and now he expects you to sleep with him. I’ll admit here and now, that I knew I wanted you the minute we met. But trust me; even I know I wouldn’t need to dangle the prospect of a promotion in front of your face to get you to sleep with me.”

  Megan swallowed tightly, and then said, “Well, like countless women out there, I’m very aware of your charms Mr. Mayer. And I’m sure your powers of seduction are more practiced than I could ever imagine.”

  He grinned wolfishly. “Is that what you want? Should I spend weeks trying to get you into my bed? Pursue you with stealth and cunning, till you’ll find yourself tumbling helplessly into my clutches? I wish I had that patience – or self control. But I’m much too used to getting what I want, when I want. I don’t like to wait Megan.”

  Megan’s head was spinning even as her whole body suffused with heat. She was still shaking her head in disbelief. “But I never…it just didn’t occur to me that…”

  “Liar,” he said smoothly, pushing his half-full glass to the side before he began tapping his fingers on the table. She couldn’t help staring down at his hands; nicely shapely, very neatly trimmed, sexy, with dark hairs dusting upwards to curl around his watch and sleeve. She went moist just looking at that hand.

  Pathetic, she thought with self-irritation.

  “You knew, deep down, beneath your subconscious. There’s that something. You just couldn’t tell yourself it could be possible. But you have a mirror, don’t you, Miss Kerry?” he half-teased. “You know exactly the effect you have on men. On me.”

  All this was news to Megan. Apart from the fact that yes, she’d suspected a certain “chemistry” between her and her handsome boss, she’d never for a second imagined that she was the bombshell he was painting her to be.

  Sure, she looked in a mirror – very often, every day. She knew she had nice enough looks. She had enough admirers after her but not that she felt it was due to her own insurmountable charms. In fact, she used to tell herself she never really liked her figure; much too heavy on top, and a bit too much junk in the trunk i.e. her ass. She was happy with her hair though: curly, copper, and trailing down her back. Her eyes weren’t bad either: a vivid green. And her heart-shaped face didn’t make babies cry. But still…

  *

  “I’m going to make this pretty easy for you, Miss Kerry,” he drawled, breaking into her confused thoughts. “I’ll go up to the suite. Then, I’ll give you fifteen minutes to join me. If I don’t see you in that time, I’d know you weren’t interested. You can leave, assured with the knowledge that no matter your decision, I fully intend to carry through with my promotion offer. That will still stand.”

  Megan didn’t – couldn’t speak, and could only sit there in a daze as he added, “But one other thing; I will not proposition you again – ever. You choose to walk away, and then it’ll be the last time I ask this of you. I guarantee that.”

  Still too bemused to reply, she saw him rise to his feet. He placed something that looked like a keycard on the table. “This will let you into the suite. If you choose to leave then you can drop it off at reception. Fifteen minutes, Megan,” he said softly, and her eyes met his hooded gaze for a moment before he strode away with casual grace.

  Once alone, she shoved her fingers into her hair, thinking what the hell. Heath Mayer had just clinically asked her to join him up in some suite for a fuck.

  She had no doubt in her mind that was what he wanted. What else could it be?

  Megan spent the next five minutes just weighing her options. The one thing that stuck most in her mind was, this wasn’t a game. And she had a choice. She would leave and there would be no repercussion.

  Only, perhaps, regrets.

  I want the cocky bastard, she realized instantly. He’s sexy as hell and I’d fuck him in a heartbeat. Just like that first time she met him, she knew it went beyond his looks, his money or the corporate power he wielded. Like some lucky men in the world, he was the type who’d get even the most beautiful women into his bed whether he was loaded or not. He had sex appeal and some other indefinable essences mixed in which made it impossible for any woman to say no to him sexually.

  But would she do it? Would she be so crazy to fall into Heath Mayer’s net?

  He’d made it clear that if she declined, then it would be her one and last opportunity. She’d never get another chance because he’d never ask her again – ever.

  He certainly had unorthodox ways of stating his intentions. He obviously wasn’t one for flowery wooing. What he wanted, he took – or demanded for.

  And now he was demanding her body. With no strings attached, apparently. Could she trust him to mean it when he said it wouldn’t matter what choice she made; the promotion was still hers?

  Only one way to find out…

  Chapter Four

  Megan was inside the door, backing into it and hearing the lock click shut behind her with a heart-thudding finality.

  She was looking straight at him, standing there by the window. It was impossible to read his expression; there was no hint of triumph or even approval. Just a hungry, dark glint in his eye that was getting even darker by the second.

  Hardly breathing, she lifted her hands mid-air in a shrug. “I’m not sure what to do next,” she said with a slight smile. “This has never happened to me before.”

  “Not to me, either,” he said, and when he saw her expression, he added, “Trust me Megan, this is the first time I’ve had to act this way. I’ve never met a woman that would make me forget every principle or my sense of decorum. You’re the first who has made me want her so bad I could fuck her where she stood.”

  He chuckled briefly at the blush which stole off her cheeks. “That first day we met…it was all I could do not to throw you over my shoulder and carry you off to Melbourne with me. I’d have fucked you all through the trip. But today…there’s hardly the time. You’ll be expected back at the office – and I need to be somewhere in an hour or so. So we’ll have to make this quick, regrettably. Now, come here.”

  Megan couldn’t move. It was like she was rooted to the floor. His smile was warm. “You’ll have to come to me, Megan. Because if I make the first move, I may be tempted to rip your clothes off. I’m trying to not act the caveman – not more than I already have, anyway.”

  How could he have a sense of humor at a time like this, she wondered in surprise.

  But then her feet were moving. Soon she was standing right in front of him. The air in the plush hotel suite was virtually crackling with electricity.

  He stood there, still as a statue. Her eyes were in line with the knot of his dark grey tie, and for a moment, her gaze was fastened to the strong line of his throat. She felt a strange pulsating in her core that she’d never felt before. It was like there was some invisible magic wand on vibrate within her folds, making her so wet she could feel the dampness spreading in between her legs.

  “I want you to kiss me,” he told her thickly, eyes boring compelling down into hers.

  Her own desire for him made her bold. She could do this, she told herself. She could simply reach up on her toes, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss him. So she did it.

  They kissed. That first touch of lips was electric. The charged volt shook right through her and made her gasp. She dipped
her tongue moistly into his mouth, and heard him growl before his own arms went about her waist and crushed her to him.

  The taste of him was all heat and spice. He shot into her mouth with his tongue and she sucked on it hungrily, reveling in her sensuality as she heard him groan deep in his throat. Her lips parted wide, opening for him, submitting. She gave everything he demanded from her with his lips and rampaging tongue.

  There was a ragged edge to his breathing by the time the kiss broke minutes later. She looked into his eyes and she saw a sexual intent so dark, it made her head swim.

  “You’ll need to get undressed,” he told her plainly, his hands already reaching for his own tie.

  Once again, Megan was too dazed to react for a couple of moments.

  His eyes narrowed. “Strip off, Megan. Now.”

  Come here. Kiss me. Strip. Damn. Megan thought of all his gruffly-worded commands…And realized there was to be no doubt as to who was really in charge here.

  She sprung into action, her fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons of her formal, feminine blouse. She pulled it out of her skirt and then shrugged it off her shoulders. Her confidence grew by the moment, especially when his eyes seemed to grow more hooded with desire as she exposed more of her body.

  Megan when for the side zip of her skirt, her movements slower, more seductive. Soon she was stepping out of the skirt and neatly folded it to place over her equally folded blouse. His eyes…gosh they were filled with fire as he looked at her standing there in just her underwear.

  “You’re very beautiful,” he said with husky approval. “In every way. But everything has to come off.”

  She knew that, of course. Dredging up as much nerve as she could muster, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her large-sized breasts bounced free, and she heard the his hiss of breath, his eyes trained on them with obvious lust. Beneath his burning gaze, her chalk-shaped nipples started to harden and throb.