by Nina West
There’s still the matter of a husband, though. “You knew she was married.”
“She told me they were separating.”
“But they weren’t actually separated.”
He sighs and pulls away from me, wandering over to pick up his glass and take another sip. “I’ve never claimed to be a saint, Abbi. You know that. We were working together for months before I laid a hand on her. Twelve-hour days, weekends. We started getting close. She said she was miserable in her marriage, and she was attracted to me. So, I finally gave her what she wanted.” He polishes off the glass. “Just like I gave you what you wanted, when you wanted to get over your ex. Remember? The idiot who asked you to wait for him while he fucks his new girlfriend?” Even from a good five feet away, I can feel his eyes touch me like fingertips drawn over my body, dipping first to my mouth, then to the top button of my blouse, no doubt a shift away from popping open again. “Or have you already forgotten? Maybe I did my job too well.”
“He broke up with me. And he wasn’t my husband.”
Henry reaches up to loosen his tie and then closes the space between us smoothly, his size dominating me. I take an instinctive step back, only to find my back hitting the wall. “Do you really care about who I fucked in the past, and whether they were married, Abbi? The past is the past. We’ve all made mistakes.” With one more step, his hands find purchase on the wall on either side of me, effectively caging me in.
God, how has it turned so hot in here, suddenly? How does he do that? I’m supposed to be disgusted by him right now—and part of me is—but all I can do is inhale that intoxicating cologne and absorb the heat radiating from that firm, powerful body, and remind myself about how good those hands and that mouth have made me feel, time and time again.
“Yes. I do care.” It’s my feeble attempt to take the moral high road, and I don’t believe myself. Henry’s arched brow tells me he doesn’t either.
Probably because I’m quite literally panting right now.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to think about any of this,” I finally admit.
With a flick of his fingers, the button on my blazer pops open. With another flick, the top button of my blouse pops next, followed by the one below it, exposing the simple cotton bra I have beneath. Not exactly sexy, but I didn’t come to Alaska with anything that could be classified as “sexy,” and besides, there aren’t a ton of sexy options for my D-cup breasts that don’t cost a small fortune.
“You need to get out there. All those journalists and....” My words fade with a gasp as he pushes my blazer off my shoulders. His hands quickly work the rest of my shirt until the buttons are unfastened, my shirt is sliding from my shoulders, and my bra straps hang loose at the crooks of my elbows, exposing my swollen breasts to the cool air and Henry’s searing gaze.
I know exactly where this is heading. As controlled as Henry can be, he also likes to finish what he starts.
Sure enough, he hikes my skirt up and hooks his hands around the backs of my thighs. With little effort he has me hoisted and pinned to the wall with his body, his impressive erection pressing between my legs, his mouth dipping down to take my nipple in.
A moan escapes my lips as my head falls back against the wall. I enjoy the feel of his wet tongue against my flesh and the threat of his teeth as he teases lightly. I free my arms of my bra straps so I can weave my fingers through his hair, fisting his mane tight as I shamelessly writhe against the pressure between my legs.
With one last hard—almost painful—suck, he lets my breast fall from his mouth and comes up to meet my lips. Trapping me against the wall with his pelvis, he reaches up to cup my face with both hands, and then plants the softest kiss on my lips. “I had no interest in starting up anything after that mess with Kiera. I was going to focus on Wolf Cove and taking over Wolf Hotels officially, and then find myself someone appropriate. But I met you and that all went to shit. This all happened so fast, and I wasn’t expecting it at all.”
I stare into his beautiful blue eyes, unshielded by their usual mask, and I revel in his whispered words, in the promise they hold. Is it really possible? Could this powerful, overwhelming man feel something for me? I mean, I know he’s attracted to me. That in itself is still a shock to me, but the proof is pressed against me right now, and he’s proved it many times over.
But... what is he saying? That this could this actually be the start of something more?
A warm flood of emotion washes over me.
I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his hot breath skating over my neck again.
“You should know by now that I love making a woman scream, but not from pain. And I love making a woman shake, but not from fear.” His teeth graze my earlobe. “And you know what gets me hard? A woman who’s dripping wet for me. Who can’t keep her legs together when I’m around. Who can’t hide the fact that she’s turned on and begging to be touched.” He drops one hand down to force it between us. I gasp as the pad of his thumb slides over me, gently brushing my swollen clit through my nylons and my soaked panties.
I dive forward to kiss him but he pulls back a touch, his lips hovering over mine, skating teasingly over them with each whisper spoken.
“I know I have no right to ask this, but please, stick with me through this. Don’t make me lose you—this—because of her.”
“Of course.” I can’t imagine going anywhere that means not having this man’s lips on mine.
“Do you remember what I said I need when I’m stressed?”
I nod, blood rushing to my groin in anticipation.
He pulls back just far enough to show me his eyes, to let me see the flurry of intense passion, anger, and wild desperation in them. “I’ve never been more stressed in my life. And I need you, right now. Please.”
I want to make him feel better. I want to give him exactly what he wants.
Chapter Four
I barely get the “Yes” out before his mouth is on mine, crushing me in a frantic kiss that steals my breath and my heartbeats. I revel in it, fisting his wavy hair as his tongue dances with mine in a desperate way that I haven’t experienced with him before. After the roller coaster of emotions I’ve experienced since waking up on his rug last night, I’m likely just as desperate.
I barely notice us moving, and then suddenly we’re in front of the dining table and he’s releasing my legs and yanking my nylons and panties down.
“Don’t rip them,” I warn. “They’re my last pair.”
“Fuck. I don’t have the patience for these damn things.”
“I’ll do it.” I reach for them but he growls, “No!” and seizes my wrists, pinning them behind my back, confining me. I tug playfully against the restraint, giggling. He pauses, a curious look on his face.
“What?”
In answer, he slides the loosened tie from around his neck. Winding the silky material around my wrists, he secures my hands behind my back.
“What are you doing?”
“Trust me.” His mouth is on mine again, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. “Turn around.”
I do, without a thought, letting his fingertips coax me until I’m bending over the table, my cheek resting against the smooth wood, staring at my reflection in the giant wall mirror across from us. It’s positioned perfectly to reflect the entire tawdry scene.
“You like seeing yourself like this?” Henry asks. I watch him peel my nylons and panties down to my knees and push my skirt up to settle around my waist, exposing me to the cool air and to him. He reaches forward and runs a finger along my slit. A hiss escapes his lips. “Dammit, Abbi.”
I smile at my reflection. “I know.” I’m soaking wet for him, and growing all the more so by the second, watching this all unfold.
He fumbles with his belt buckle and unfastens it. His zipper follows quickly. He pushes his dress pants and boxers down to reveal his powerful thighs, freeing his impressive erection. “I wish we could just stay here all day. I would show you so many things,
” he mutters, stroking himself slowly, his eyes on my most private area, even as mine are locked on his reflection.
“What do you want to show me?” I’m already tied up and bent over the dining table. I’d say today’s lesson is quite robust.
His hands hook the front of my hips and he adjusts my body slightly, angling my ass upward and pushing my thighs as far apart as my nylons bunched at my knees allow, until I can feel my lips spreading apart and the head of his hard cock nudging at the entrance. He hasn’t put on a condom and I haven’t asked him to. After feeling him come in me yesterday and last night, I don’t ever want to wear a condom with him again.
I woke up this morning after a day of incredible sex, sore. Now, I clench my muscles with anticipation.
But Henry’s hips still, and he lets his tip rest against me, teasing me. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, of course,” I pant, my eagerness almost too much.
“I’m not forcing you, am I? I don’t want to be mistaken here.”
I hear the hint of sour humor in his tone and, given my current vulnerable position, it’s annoying. I push back in answer, thrusting my hips. His cock slides through my slit, coating it with me.
He groans, fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt, getting them undone and the shirt off in record time, leaving him in only a white v-neck undershirt. His hard cock juts out just behind me, already lined up.
The anticipation is making me ache. I test the binding around my wrists. It’s loose enough that my arms feel relaxed, but I won’t be getting free.
“Are you watching?” He plants a hand on either cheek, grabbing a firm hold of my flesh, opening me up, his thumb skating along my crack, pushing against the tight hole.
I clench reactively. “Yes.”
“Good.” He sinks into me with one slow but forceful push, filling me so completely, making me cry out from the pleasurable pain. Again, he freezes. “Does this hurt? Are you sure you want this? I thought you did but I could be mista—”
“Stop it.” He’s making fun of me and my body is pulsing with need.
“You want me to stop?” He begins sliding out.
I fight against the binding on my wrists, desperate to reach back and grab his hard cock. “Please.”
“Please, what? Tell me what you want, Abbi? I need to hear it so I’m sure I’m not mistaken.” There’s a touch of anger in his voice, but I don’t think it’s directed at me.
“I want you inside me. I want to still feel you inside me tonight when I go to—” My words cut off with a cry as he thrusts into me.
And again, and again, his fingers squeezing my hips so tight that I’m not sure I won’t be bruised. I’m enthralled with the sight of Henry, his powerful legs straining as he drives into me from behind, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“You like watching, don’t you?”
My agreement comes out in a moan. I thought I’d be embarrassed, witnessing something like this, but it only turns me on. Good God. A few days with Henry and I’ve already shed all my inhibitions. I’m doing things I couldn’t even imagine. Things I didn’t even know were “things.”
I can’t move much and so I don’t try, content to let Henry do the work as I watch him pumping in and out of me at a deliciously hard, fast pace, making my entire body rock and my breasts rub against the cold wood.
“I need to feel you.” His hands loose their grip of my hips to reach over his head and grab hold of his undershirt. He yanks it off and tosses it to the floor, revealing that perfect upper body of rippled muscle. Rough, calloused hands slide over my curves to fit beneath me, one settling on my clit, seizing the bundle of nerves between his thumb and finger; the other to cup the front my neck, securing me gently as his body folds over mine, until his chest meets my back, all while he continues mercilessly driving into me.
Somewhere overhead I think I hear a helicopter but I’m unable to focus on anything but how incredible this feels, that tingling buildup at the base of my spine beginning.
“This is different,” he whispers, pressing his lips against the back of my neck.
My heart blips. “What?”
For a long moment, he doesn’t speak, and I begin to think I only wished I heard him. And then.... “You. Me. This. It is different, Abbi. I can’t explain how or why, but I need you to believe that.”
“I do,” I moan, blood beginning to flood between my legs, swelling my flesh, my core begging for relief.
I do because I need to. Because Henry is quickly becoming everything to me.
“You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“I want this to work between us.”
“Yes!” I manage to get out through pants.
“You’re about to come,” he grits out, his cock swelling more inside me with each thrust, telling me he’s not far behind me. His fingers, now slick, work against my clit with a sense of urgency, hard and fast circles that make me want to spread my legs wide for him.
The rush hits me and my muscles begin to contract. In answer, he angles his hips to thrust harder into me, the sensation so overwhelming I’m unable to hold back my cries of ecstasy as a mind-paralyzing, explosive orgasm rips through my body, leaves me a quivering mess.
“Fuck!” Henry presses his mouth against the back of my neck to muffle his cries. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, spilling his semen into me, leaving me slick and sore and so utterly satisfied.
Silence surrounds us as we lie on the table, limp, him draped on top of me, his heartbeat pounding against my back. I stare at his handsome profile as he catches his breath.
Finally he turns to meet my gaze in the mirror with hooded eyes. “Every time we do this, I just want it more.”
I smile at him. “Me, too.”
“I think I should just keep you here and fuck you for the next three months.”
“How is that any different than what’s happening right now?” I smile.
“I’d have to fire you.”
Oh. “I don’t think I like the sound of being fired.”
“You’d get over it.”
“And what would everyone say?”
“That you must know how to suck a mean cock.”
“Oh my God. No.” I giggle.
“I love your laugh.” He closes his eyes and heaves a sigh.
“I know. We have to go.”
“We have to go.” Laying a kiss on the back of my shoulder, he pulls himself up and quickly unties my wrists, examining the creases in the silk material with a frown. “Well, this one’s ruined.”
I peel myself off the table but have to lean against the table for support momentarily, my legs wobbly.
Henry smooths my skirt down over my hips, then reaches up to fill his hands with my breasts, running the pads of his thumbs over my nipples. “You good?”
“I think so.”
I’m treated to one deep kiss, my head falling back as Henry plunders my mouth with his tongue. “Thank you. For believing me, and sticking by me.” He breaks free abruptly and, tugging his pants up, he heads for his bedroom. “I have to be out there when my father lands or he’ll tear me a new one. He’s going to tear me a new one anyway.”
The Mr. William Wolf, tearing Henry a new one. I can’t imagine that, considering how daunting Henry himself can be. But I shouldn’t be too concerned about that. Now that I’m no longer ensnared in Henry’s overpowering haze, I remember the real issues at hand.
And the fact that I’ll be meeting very important people shortly, with Henry’s cum running down my thigh.
There’s nothing graceful about this. I fish my blouse and bra from the floor and walk awkwardly to the small powder room to clean up, my nylons and panties still down at my knees.
We reappear in the living room at the same time, Henry looking perfectly put together again, aside from the tie around his neck, which he’s in the process of retying. The first time he’s ever done that himself in my presence.
“So, your dad kn
ows all about this already?”
“Yes. I had the pleasure of making that call to him early this morning. I didn’t have much choice. I couldn’t have him hearing about the lawsuit through our attorneys. It’s always fun to explain to your father that the police have evidence with your semen all over it.” He stops in front of me, holding the silky material out. “This is navy blue, right? It works?”
“Yes. You’ve guessed correctly this time.” I smile, reaching up to finish tying it for my poor color-blind boss. My smile slips off quickly, though. “And what about what she’s claiming you did to her? Does your dad believe you?”
His gaze drifts to the window and water beyond, the tension radiating from him again. “I think he does. I hope he does. But it doesn’t really matter. I still fucked up.”
“Because you broke corporate rules and slept with your assistant.”
“And William Wolf is all about rules and leading by example.”
“Why does he care that much about who you sleep with?”
“Because it reflects poorly on the company. Because I’m in a position of power and it’s wrong. Because it’ll muddy my focus on the company, and risk the livelihood of the thousands of people’s lives who depend on me.” A sardonic smirk curls Henry’s lips. “He’s probably afraid that I’ll start cancelling important meetings so I can stick my face in my assistant’s pussy.”
I roll my eyes. “You would never do that.”
Henry smiles, but there’s no mirth. “He warned me not to hire someone I was attracted to. In a high-stress job like this, when you spend so much time together.... He’s had to fire more than one VP because of it.” He bows his head. “Clearly, I didn’t listen to him. And I sure as hell didn’t learn my lesson.”