by Carter Blake
I also really need to know what I’m going to do when I get into that office. Am I going to try and get him to go away, or will I just go through with it? The way my body is right now, it wants to do what I didn’t think I would, but I don’t know if I’m actually going to be able to go through it.
Luckily, it isn’t long before we’re locked in his office, and his face is near mine. He’s going to kiss me at any moment, and I’m actually pursing my lips and leaning in. I could make up some excuse right now, I’m sure if I really thought about it, I could get him out of here, but despite everything I don’t actually want to.
“I like you,” he whispers to me, snaking his arms around my waist. “I like you a lot, probably more than you know.”
I don’t know what to say to that, because there’s no way I can confess my feelings aloud, so instead of saying anything, I crash my lips against his, allowing my body to do the talking for me. The fire this sparks inside of me, the intense desire it brings to the forefront of my mind is something else. It’s weirdly more than anything that I’ve ever felt for anyone before, which knocks me off balance. I always thought that the bad boys that came along and swept me off my feet filled me with passion, but there’s a sizzling chemistry between me and Wesley too, and it’s confusing everything in my mind.
Stop worrying, I try and tell myself. Just…lose yourself in the moment. It isn’t difficult to obey myself when I’m feeling so much, which is scary. I don’t want to lose myself completely, forgetting about the mission in the long run, but I can’t seem to stop myself regardless.
“I like you too,” I suddenly hear myself unexpectedly whispering. “I like you a lot.”
Shit. I probably shouldn’t have said that, but it just slipped out.
Those words spark something inside of him, and he becomes more desperate, more needy, hitching my dress up and pushing me onto his desk to give him more control over me.
He’s claiming me with his mouth, taking all of the power from me with his hands, and I’m a willing participant just letting it happen.
I’m just too horny to think straight, too consumed by him to know what I’m doing, which isn’t ideal, but I hope will lead me to get what I want.
Chapter 8
Wesley
As I kiss Naomi with all the passion that’s been burning inside of me since the first day I saw her, everything feels right with the world. The moment I spotted her across the room at the party, I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore. I knew that I needed to finally act out all of my fantasies and have her.
It might confuse things, and make it more difficult for us to take whatever is going on between us to another level, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
I tug up her dress even higher, allowing my fingers to travel seductively up and down her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin.
So fucking gorgeous.
Just the feel of her, the shiver that my touch sends through her body, has me dizzy with lust.
It’s incredible that I’ve managed to hold back for as long as I have.
Naomi’s hands move from my neck and trace down my chest.
Her touch is intense, powerful, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
My erection strains painfully against my trousers, screaming to be set free and to explore Naomi’s body, but I need to hold back.
I don’t want this to be just another fuck. I don’t want this to be just about me. I want to lick her body all over and to find out exactly what gets her going. I want to get to know her physically, spiritually, and emotionally.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, as her hands tug at my shirt. “Is this what you want?”
I know that it’s stupid to ask when she’s acting so crazy for me, but I just want to be one hundred percent sure. I want to know that she needs this just as much as I do.
When the hell have I ever cared before? Probably never. I took whatever the woman gave without any care about her feelings.
But this.
Her.
I want so much more than I’ve ever had before. I want to consume her. Possesses her. Make her mine.
She doesn’t answer me, so I pull back for a second, just to get a look at her, and what I find is a fiery passion behind her gaze.
She bites down hard on her lip as passion consumes her, and combined with the short ragged breaths that I emanating from her throat, she looks incredibly sexy.
I need to see her messy, swollen, heady with lust, so I yank her back to me and we start kissing once more.
As I lift her right up onto my desk this time, an involuntary moan escapes past her lips ad my cock twitches with excitement. I picture her in that copy room, making that image for me, knowing that it was going to lead to this and I all but lose control.
Her dress peels off her body easily, and I toss it to the floor quickly before running my hands over what is underneath. She’s wearing what feels like a very lacy bra, and while I’m sure it looks amazing, all I want is it gone, so without even stopping to take a look at it, I pull at the clasp until it’s unhooked and tumbling to the ground, then I move my mouth over her neck and down her body.
As my lips find her nipples, and I tug and tease them for a few seconds, I can feel my chest swelling with all kinds of things. This is definitely different to anything that I’ve ever experienced before, and that’s because this isn’t just lust…there is emotion there too. If anything, this has just proven to me how much I like her.
“Oh God, this feels incredible,” she pants, her head lolling to one side and her eyes slipping closed. “Wow, Wesley…”
I move my mouth down even further until my lips are on her soft, curvaceous stomach, and I can feel myself beginning to really lose it. She’s beautiful, sweet, and sexy as all hell. I glance up at her, looking at the lust falling across her expression, before tugging her panties to one side and slipping a finger experimentally into her hot, wet desire. She cries out and arches her back in pleasure, which makes me feel so good that I slide another finger into her, then another, until I’m filling her up completely.
“That feel good?” I ask her confidently, already seeing that it does. “Do you like that?”
“Oh God, yes,” she grips onto the desk tighter, as if she needs it to keep her from falling apart, and I cannot stop the massive smile from spreading across my cheeks at the thought of making her feel this amazing.
My rock hard cock seems to stand further to attention at these words. My body is screaming out for her, but I need to calm it down. I want to get her to lose her mind before I get anything from her.
I tug my fingers out from her, but I don’t give her very long to miss me, because I quickly rip her panties from her and slide my tongue down her slit. Tasting her is a wonderful feeling, and as I plunge my tongue into her and she bucks above me before clinging onto my hair for dear life, I know that this is something that I could quickly get addicted to. As the bliss fills up Naomi, it does me too, and I realize that I would actually be okay with not having her tonight as long as I can make her come.
It’s something that I’ve never felt before. Wanting a woman’s pleasure over my own. But right now all I want is to give her the best fucking orgasm of her life.
“Wesley, oh God. I need you.”
However, as soon as those words burst from her lips, I find myself more than happy to comply. Everything within me begins pulsating, so I pull backwards and start kissing her neck, all the while unzipping and yanking down my own trousers.
“Wait a minute,” I pant into her mouth. “Let me just get some protection.”
That’s one thing that I always stipulate, and that won’t change even if this entire experience is something new. I don’t ever want any unexpected babies anywhere because I’m afraid of the trouble that will bring with it.
I look intently at Naomi as I slide the condom over my length, because I want to commit that look of passion to memory forever.
Full of passion. Lust. Need.
She
’s normally such a strong, put together woman, that I’m really enjoying this new side of her. It feels good to know that I can ruffle her feathers and turn her into this trembling mess. It makes me feel even sexier than before, which I love. I mean, I’m a confident man who knows how good I look, but to have that confirmed with someone I really like feels great.
I tease her entrance for a few seconds, feeling her trying to thrust against me, and it isn’t long until I cave and plunge deep into her.
“Naomi,” I cry out, actually a little shocked. I knew it was going to be a good experience screwing Naomi, but this is something else. This is even better that I ever could have dreamed. “Naomi, you feel amazing.”
And she does. Her pussy is so damn tight, I nearly come just from the feel of it.
I grip my hands onto the desk and I push myself hard into her, really filling her. She falls backwards until she’s lying on her back, showing me everything, and her body has my heart thundering painfully in my chest. Those breasts, those curves, that soft milky skin, she’s gorgeous.
And mine.
It isn’t long before her walls start to contract around me, and I watch her fully crumble beneath me. As her face contorts in ecstasy, she’s even more beautiful than before, I find myself falling even deeper. I really feel like maybe Naomi is the one. The one that I’ve been waiting for, the one that I’ve been searching for my entire life.
I become so convinced of this notion that as the pleasure bursts free from me, I have to bite down on my lip to stop me from telling her that I love her. I know that’s probably just the heat of the moment talking, which is why I’m glad I don’t say it aloud, but it leaves an imprint on my heart.
As soon as we’re both finished shuddering, I pull her close to me and I press a soft kiss against her lips, which I hope conveys how I’m feeling inside.
I want her to know that she’s softening me up inside and that I like her, without actually telling her as much. She isn’t like the other women that I’ve been with, the ones who have wanted me to give them the world, so I don’t want to freak her out. I don’t want to put her off me before she’s had the chance to really get to know me.
I pick her up from the desk, and wrap her around me, before carrying her over to the sofa in the corner of my office. There I lie her down and snuggle in next to her, just wanting to remain in this happy, pleasure filled bubble for a little while longer.
I could return to the party and see all of those people, and maybe I probably should, but I just don’t want to. I want to say here and to spend more time with Naomi, and from the way she’s collapsed backwards in bliss, she doesn’t want to go anywhere either.
“Do you want anything?” I ask, stroking her hair. “Do you need to me go and get you another drink or anything?”
“No, I’m good,” she smiles serenely, making me happy.
Normally, by this point I would be making any excuse to go, but I have no desire to leave. There isn’t anywhere else in the world I would rather be.
I lie my head back and shut my eyes for a couple of seconds, allowing my imagination to go even further. Now that I’ve had sex with Naomi, and I know how intense it can be, my brain wants more. It wants the one thing that I’ve always wanted deep down, the thing that I’m pretty sure everyone wants whatever front they put on. I see her as my girlfriend, I picture her as my wife, I even think of her as the mother of my child. People might only see me as the cold-hearted billionaire who will sleep with anyone and everyone, but that isn’t who I am for real. That’s just who I’ve been to amuse myself.
I wonder what my Dad would think about Naomi, I wonder if he would have liked her. It’s a shame that he’ll never be able to get to see me in a happy, committed relationship because I know that’s what he always wanted for me. I mean, I can ask my Mom, and I know she’ll tell me the truth, but it just isn’t the same.
I love my Mom, but my Dad is the one who I always looked up to, the one whose opinion I always needed to hear.
I turn on my side to look at Naomi. To drink in her beauty once more. And my heart skips a beat again. She’s gorgeous, and I feel incredibly lucky to be with her. I just hope she doesn’t do to me what I’ve done to so many women before and race out of here at the first opportunity, leaving me with nothing. Only the memory of her. But looking into her green eyes, and seeing the reservation, the walls that come up between us, I have a really bad feeling that that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
Chapter 9
Naomi
While Wesley lies there in a panting silence, I force my brain back onto the task at hand, needing to forget about all of the crazy emotions that are currently floating through me. Rationally I know that I hate Wesley, and that this is all for the end goal, but there isn’t any denying that I feel a hell of a lot more than that.
Having sex with him was on another level, it felt incredible, and it’s scary to allow all of that in knowing that it isn’t real…at least not on my part.
Because no matter how attracted I am to him, or that I actually kind of like the guy, I have to remember that he is the enemy.
I don’t know how Wesley is feeling of course, this could all just be about sex for him too, but I get the distinct impression that it’s more.
It’s very confusing because in all of my research about him, he’s constantly being pictured with various women, so I have to try and make myself believe that this is all a part of his game. Maybe he makes each girl feel like he’s falling in love with them before breaking their hearts.
“Your office is nice,” I tell him appreciatively. “I mean, I know I saw it when I had my interview, but I didn’t really look at it then.”
“Well, you weren’t exactly in here for very long before I decided to hire you,” he jokes. “I knew the second that I laid my eyes on you that you were right for this company.”
“Wait a minute,” I prop myself up onto my elbows to give him a stern look. “Are you telling me that you just hired me because of the way I look?”
If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have bothered trying so hard. I certainly wouldn’t have stressed myself out over this damn party anyway, I would have just cruised by on my looks.
“No, I don’t mean like that,” he laughs. “I mean because I could instantly tell that you’re a go getter.”
“Oh. Right.” I don’t know if I can fully trust his words, but I also don’t want to start a fight. Not now that I’m inside. “Well I suppose that isn’t too bad.”
He grabs my ass and gives me a kiss, which makes my heart flutter a little too wildly for my liking.
“Not too bad,” he jokes. “Don’t you like it here?”
“I do, it’s fun…” That part is actually kind of true. If it wasn’t for the fact that this should be my Dad’s company, I think I would really enjoy the challenge of raising the profile of Future Pharmaceuticals. “And it obviously pays well. I mean, look at all the incredible stuff you have in your office.” I scan my arms around, indicating towards the antiques and art work, but what I’m really getting at is the massive portrait of John Montgomery that’s hanging above his desk. “So, who is that man?”
“That’s my Dad.” He sighs deeply, pain flashing across his handsome face. “He died a while back, leaving the company to me.”
“Oh… he owned it before you?” I’m putting on my best acting skills now, pretending that I don’t know anything about the business. “Did he found it?”
“He did,” he confirms nodding slowly. “Him and my Mom did it all, until she had me.”
My temper boils and I start to feel a little sick. Is he just writing my Dad out of the company’s history, or does he just not know anything?
“Oh yeah?” I grit my teeth, trying my best to keep my temper inside. “Just the two of them? That’s impressive.”
“Well, no,” he admits. “There was another guy involved right in the beginning, but I don’t know too much about that. I don’t really know who he was or anything. My Dad j
ust told me that there was some sort of row with him and the investors, and that he left because of that.”
I was told that there was some petty row over a woman and that he was unfairly kicked out. Wesley has obviously been told a glossier tale to stop him from asking too many questions.
“Ah, I see.” It’s really hard not to reveal the truth of everything, but I can’t… not yet, it’s far too soon.
“Do you want to go back to the party?” he turns to face me, asking me with a smile on his face. “Or do you want to stay in here all night?”
“I…” That throws me and for a second I don’t know what to say. I definitely don’t want to return to the party, there’s no way I’ll be able to act normal now. I would love to stay here and have some fun, but of course I know that option was only a joke.
It would be good because I could wait until Wesley falls asleep to look for the formula, but I also know that isn’t practical. I don’t have to make any moves tonight, after all I’m certain that I’ll get invited back here again.
I don’t want to think that I might be putting this off because I don’t want to leave Wesley just yet, because that opens a whole new jar of worms to deal with.
“I think I better go home,” I tell him regretfully. “I have a lot of work to do over the weekend after this party.”
“You do, huh?” he asks, looking at me curiously. “Well if you’re going to start working over the weekend, then I’m going to have to pay you more.”
I can tell that he’s joking, but oddly I feel touched. I really do feel like he’s a good employer, and that he treats his staff well, but that isn’t the point. I can’t let that distract me even for a second. What this business did right at its origins wasn’t fair, so whatever has come afterwards really doesn’t matter.