That small gesture must have been all the permission Pierce needed. There was no more restraint in his touch. It was possession. Demands. Control!
Lifting herself up against him, she just about sobbed with relief when his strong arms pulled her against his body. She’d missed this! Naya knew that she had no reason to deserve this, and probably should be running further away from him, but she couldn’t stop this kiss. She couldn’t step out of his arms. If the hotel started to burn down around them, she still wouldn’t leave his arms. She wouldn’t care because this was all she needed.
With a swift move, Pierce swiped all of her drawings off of the table, then lifted her onto the polished surface. Looking down at her, he swiftly pushed the jacket off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as his eyes surveyed her silk blouse. “Naya,” he groaned as his hands moved over her body, then deftly slipped under the material. Before she knew what was happening, Naya felt his firm hands on bare skin, crying out as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She had no words, only reactions, feelings, soft moans of delight and need as his hands moved over all of her, exploring, reintroducing his hands to her breasts, his thumbs torturing the hard peaks while she ripped at his shirt, pulling the material out of her way so that she could feel his warm skin. And even when her fingers moved along his chest and rock-hard abs, it wasn’t enough. She needed more!
“I’m sorry, love, but I can’t wait!” and he ripped the material of her panties off only moments before his fingers slid along her inner thighs. Naya had very little warning when his fingers slid into her wet heat, but she didn’t care. His fingers weren’t enough and she wiggled closer, sliding along the polished table to force him to touch her the way she needed to be touched.
“Don’t tease me!” she groaned when his fingers slid in and out of her. She whimpered, grabbing his wrist with her fingers. “More!” she gasped.
“Damn it, Naya!” he growled, biting her neck as she unzipped his slacks, her fingers fumbling her way until she found his erection. “Yes!”
She might have smiled, but Naya wasn’t sure. All she knew for certain was that he was big and hard, throbbing for her just as much as she was throbbing for him. “Now!” she begged, her thumb rubbing over the top.
He ripped open a condom and Naya thought about telling him that it wasn’t necessary. But he was so close to her now and his knuckles teased that sensitive nub. No words could be uttered when he touched her that way.
Unfortunately, he turned his hand around and teased her more, her body trembling with every touch, every brush of those fingers against her.
Naya was almost in tears, so desperate to feel him inside of her now. “No more!” and she shifted again, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.
“Lean back!” he commanded.
She shook her head, her hands moving along his chest, bare now, then moving lower to circle his shaft one more time.
“Now!” he ordered again, but this time, he took her hands in his and pressed her back so that she was laying on the table, spread out for him like a wanton. Naya didn’t care anymore, she just needed to feel him moving inside of her.
She opened her mouth to demand that he stop teasing her when she felt that pressure at her opening. With every inch he pressed into her heat, she felt as if she were coming apart. It took all of her effort to stop herself from climaxing right then and there!
“You okay?” he groaned, remaining very still as she shifted, her body trying to wiggle against his.
“Fine! Very fine!” she gasped, her back arching as she desperately waited for him to move. “Please,” she pleaded, “no more teasing!”
With that, he shifted, moving in and out of her heat and Naya lifted her hips with every thrust, meeting him and gasping in time with his movements. She could barely catch her breath as he pressed into her over and over again and before she had the ability to control anything, she splintered apart, her body throbbing with a release so intense, she couldn’t even breathe for long moments. Vaguely, she was aware of Pierce thrusting again and again, eventually coming to his own release. But she could do nothing to help him other than hang on to his shoulders and sob out with exultation at the beauty of what he’d just done for her.
Naya was still gasping for breath when he lifted her up in his arms. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. And on the dining room table, no less!
“What…” she looked around, but then realized he was still inside of her. With every step he took, the vibrations were making her feel him. Every part of him! “Pierce!” she gasped.
His only response was to kick the bedroom door open, then kick it shut once again. A moment later, her back was on the soft mattress and he was moving inside of her once again. Truly moving, rubbing against that sensitive bud with every thrust. She wanted to pull back, to arch away from him so that she wasn’t so vulnerable to his every movement, but he knew what she was doing and countered her every move. In no time at all, she was screaming out, her nails inadvertently scraping his forearms as he pounded into her over and over again. Naya had no idea if he climaxed himself because she was too wrapped up in the onslaught of her own release to even be cognizant of Pierce. All she knew was her body was lit up with pleasure unlike anything she’d thought possible.
Pierce tried to hold back, but when her body tightened around his like that, he couldn’t stop his release from slamming into him. He tried to be gentle, but she was scratching him, intensifying all of the feelings of the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced.
How it was possible for a release to be so strong right after what they’d shared in the other room, he didn’t know. Nor did he give a damn. All he knew was that he was once again going to re-evaluate his strategy with this slender woman.
He watched as her eyes fluttered closed and, almost immediately, she fell into a deep sleep. Gently, he lifted her up into his arms again, then pulled the covers back and carefully placed them over her beautiful body. He wanted to stay and watch her sleep, but he had another meeting this afternoon. Moving into the bathroom, he showered and changed again. With one more glance, he looked over at Naya, wondering what she was dreaming about.
He thought about calling up his assistant and having her cancel his afternoon meetings. He wanted to crawl into that bed with her and start it all over again. He wanted to feed her and ensure that she had a good night’s sleep. She’d lost weight over the past two months and there were dark circles under her eyes.
For a long moment, he contemplated Naya Banks. She was lovely, but…so was his last mistress. And no woman had ever caused him to lose control like what happened when he touched Naya. Never before had he felt such an overwhelming sense off perfection. Naya, he thought. What had she done to him? What kind of spell had she cast over his mind and body?
Chapter 9
She left him again! Pierce couldn’t believe that she’d left the hotel again! Staring at the empty bed, the pillows and sheets a rumpled mess indicating that she’d been there, and his eyes narrowed as he contemplated how he was going to paddle her adorable bottom.
Closing the bedroom door with a sharp sound, he walked back to the next tedious meeting, but by that point, his mind was no longer on the product discussions or the financial analysis. He didn’t give a damn about variances or market reports. This was the second time that Naya had intruded on his self-discipline.
For the past two months, he’d been furious with her for that invasion, trying to forget her by working, by blinding himself to everything but acquiring his next company and fixing the problems. Unfortunately, that hadn’t worked. Naya had never really been far from his mind. For weeks, she’d lingered in the back of his head, taunting him with her elusiveness.
But as he leaned back in his chair and idly listened to his vice presidents come up with a strategy for TriTek’s forward momentum, he considered that he was definitely approaching this relationship with the elusive Naya in the wrong way.
First,
something was going on with Naya. She was beautiful and strong willed, not to mention, brilliant at her job. But what was going on with her personally? Why had she felt the need to rush out of here, not just once, but twice? Most women would be sticking around, begging for a repeat performance.
Pierce stopped that line of thought. He was comparing Naya to the women he’d been with in the past. That wasn’t what Naya would do, obviously. He needed to stop comparing the lovely minx to his previous mistresses because Naya was obviously unique. Unique and extraordinary, he thought with relish.
So what was his next plan? Ignoring her hadn’t worked. Being with her and working her out of his system hadn’t helped either, evidenced by the fact that he’d had her twice today and he was already rock hard and ready for another round. Hell, if she’d still been in that bed, he most likely would have kissed her awake and made love to her again.
Since working her out of his system wasn’t fixing the issue, what options were left to him? The only thing he could think of was to make her his mistress.
Yes, the idea definitely had merit. She would have to quit her job and travel with him, of course. That was another thing he’d never done before. Before Naya, the idea of a woman being with him all the time would have been abhorrent. His lovers in the past had been a convenience and having their pouting expressions staring at him while he tried to concentrate would not be very convenient.
But he liked the idea of Naya being there for him, of sitting in a business meeting and knowing that she was in the same city. He’d give her a credit card so she could spend her days shopping or at the spa. Or whatever it is that women did all day. He had no clue, nor did he care. As long as she was there, waiting for him when he walked into his hotel suite or one of his homes at the end of the day.
Damn, the idea of Naya waiting for him in one of his homes made him almost groan with lust. What the hell was this woman doing to him? He’d never fantasized about a woman waiting for him before! This was insane!
But it was also his reality. So he was going with it. Pierce was finding that, where Naya was concerned, everything was different. He’d have to get used to her being different.
He couldn’t wait to put his plan in motion, to have the beautiful Naya flown out to his home in New York or…would she like his Paris or London home better? He’d take her to both and let her decide which she liked better. Not that he’d allow her to stay there. No, he wanted her with him, flying with him to the various cities where he had business meetings. Yes, with Naya by his side, he could definitely see that his business travels would be much more delightful.
He doubted that he would grow bored with her very soon. Naya was a beautiful, sensuous woman and as long as she was in his bed, he didn’t give a damn where they were.
Thankfully, Pierce’s frustration with her absence this time was tempered by his knowledge of where he could find her. Pierce didn’t have to wonder where she’d gone. He knew exactly where she would be this time around. He was her employer and, even knowing that, knowing that he was providing for her, paying her salary, gave him a deep sense of satisfaction.
Chapter 10
Pierce walked into the TriTek offices early the following morning, his eyes automatically skimming across the other occupants and noting the improvements that would have to take place here in the lobby. With approval, he noted that there was a new sense of urgency bustling in the atmosphere now. He was impressed that some of the employees had upped their game so quickly.
There was even a new sense of professionalism. When he’d walked through the lobby several days ago, many of the employees had been dressed in jeans and sweats. Now, most people were dressed in slacks and dress shirts. Not all of the shirts were ironed, but the mere existence of so many dress shirts was improvement. Pride, he thought. The employees were gaining a bit of pride. That had nothing to do with what they wore. But it was more about the way they carried themselves. The first round of layoffs was over, so the people that remained knew that they had a good chance of remaining employed. He never created multiple layers of layoffs. The insecurity that type of restructuring would create only instigated insecurity and resentment. People didn’t work hard at their jobs if they were anticipating additional layoffs. They worked hard at finding a new one which caused a great deal of the more talented employees to leave. Only the staff that couldn’t find new jobs, the less talented and desirable employees, were left to continue with the daily tasks.
Of course, it was one thing to be enthusiastic and energetic about one’s job one or two days after being told of a possible termination. It was quite another to maintain that level of energy over the longer time period. He expected a lot from his employees. And if they produced, they would be well compensated. If they didn’t produce, they were let go. Another company could handle lazy attitudes. He wouldn’t allow them in his presence.
Walking into his office, he called his inherited assistant. She was a good worker, he thought. Very efficient and effective. She’d serve the next CEO well, although she had a bit of an attitude which translated into snippiness with anyone other than executives. But that was an issue for the person he hired to be in charge here after he moved on to his next acquisition.
“Yes sir?” she said, her pen poised over the notebook. “Ms. Banks will need to be moved to an office on this floor. Make sure that happens today.” He looked down at the papers on his desk, missing her surprised expression that quickly changed to disapproval. “I also need you to call this woman,” he said and texted a phone number to her. “She’s a decorator. She’ll come in here and change the décor, update the area. I want her to take on the whole executive floor, but she needs to start with this office. I don’t need to be here and I don’t need to consult with her. Ms. Linsworth knows what I want and she’ll make it happen quickly. Just give her access so she can take measurements.”
He continued on, giving her a long list of action items, unconcerned that the woman appeared to be overwhelmed. Again, if she couldn’t handle the pressure, get out. He would hire someone who could handle his work load.
“That’s it,” he finally said.
The woman nodded her head and Pierce might have laughed at her pinched expression if he weren’t so focused on getting Naya up here and settled closer to him.
Chapter 11
Naya stared at the men who were standing in her office doorway. “You want what?” she demanded.
One of the men, obviously the captain of the maintenance team, shrugged one beefy shoulder. “We just came to get whatever furniture you need moved.”
Naya shook her head still confused. “None! Why in the world would I need any furniture moved?” She looked around at her small office. “There’s no place to move it anyway.”
“We’re supposed to move everything to your new office,” one of them offered.
“What new office?” she demanded impatiently. “No one mentioned an office move to me.”
The man looked uncomfortable. “I have no idea, lady,” he said, tapping his clipboard. “We were told to move you up to the executive floor, a direct request from Mr. Danilov, apparently. That’s all I was told and I’m just doing my job.”
Naya shook her head. “No. I’m not moving,” and she walked out of her office. She had things to do and didn’t have time to worry about this kind of idiocy. Why would she need to move? The whole marketing team was here!
She grabbed a stack of papers on the corner of her desk, the layouts she needed to copy for the next meeting to discuss her ideas. She pressed a hand over her stomach, remembering that she needed to remain calm for her baby girl. Everything was about her baby now and a stressful pregnancy wouldn’t be healthy for her child.
“Look, just tell Mr. Danilov that I’m not moving,” she said, as she started to walk down the hallway. When the men looked at her as if she’d just told them to go torture someone, she shook her head again. “I’ll tell him when I see him next time,” she muttered, keeping her mouth closed on the fa
ct that she hoped to never see him again.
Just thinking about facing Pierce once more caused her cheeks to flush with color. They’d has sex again, she thought, flashing back to the afternoon interlude. On the dining room table! How…crude! That table was highly polished so…were there prints of her bottom on that table? Oh, that made the whole thing worse!
Rushing to the main area, she called out to Jeb, one of the other guys on the team. “Hey, do you know how to pull up the specs for previous campaigns?”
Jeb poked his head up over the cubicle wall, his eyebrows going almost into his hairline. “Sure! Is the computer acting up again?”
“I have no idea,” she replied, looking down at her notes of things she knew had to happen in order to get this campaign ready to go. “But it does seem a bit slow. Maybe it’s just that I’m not asking the right questions.”
Linda walked by at that point, the woman’s expensive gold jewelry flashing in the overhead lights and clinking together noisily.
“Can’t figure out how to use the computer?” she asked cattily.
Naya ignored her. “Thanks Jeb. I appreciate your help.” She continued walking, heading towards the art room where she could talk to some of the illustrators. She could do the work herself, but she was trying to pull in others to help her. Otherwise, she’d never make her deadlines.
Linda snickered again when the moving people started toting her drawing board out of her office. “I guess you were fired and not telling anyone?” she asked, still snarky.
Naya spun around, looking at the taller woman and trying to determine what she meant. She followed Linda’s gaze and…gasped. “Wait! What are you doing?” Naya demanded, rushing over to her office to stop the guys from carrying out her desk and chair.
“Lady, we’re just trying to keep our jobs.”
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