James lifted a brow. “But this is what you want too, right?”
Andrew stared at him. “Of course. It’s what we all want.”
Snorting out a laugh, James said, “Sam and I could care less, and you know it. Taking over the world is dad’s dream…and yours too, I suppose.”
There was really no arguing with that. Sam in particular had complained about the expansion. Just the other week he’d told Andrew before he left the office, “I don’t get what you’re killing yourself for. We don’t need any more money. I’d rather enjoy my life.”
Sam was young. He’d come around. Eventually, he’d realize Andrew was doing this for all of them. To secure the family legacy.
Letting out another yawn, James glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late. Almost everyone is gone. Why don’t you leave too? Get some rest.”
Andrew glanced at the time. Quarter past six. “Go on ahead. I’ll be leaving shortly.”
James sighed and rose. “Just make sure you get a little sleep tonight, okay? You’ll be no good to us if you drop dead from exhaustion before the expansion is complete.”
The intercom buzzed as James slipped out the door. Miranda’s voice broke the relative silence of his office. “Mr. Everly, Mr. Milstrom is on the line for you.”
“Put him through.” Andrew picked up the phone and murmured a greeting.
“How are things going, boy?”
Andrew winced. Mr. Milstrom’s tendency to call him “boy” or “lad” was annoying, but no amount of redirection prompted him to stop. “It’s going well. We’re just about set with the lease for the Paris branch. All that’s left to do is sign and give the deposit.”
“Ah yes, that’s why I’m calling. I don’t know if I’ll be able to drop off the check today. How much longer will you be around?”
“Probably another half hour or so.” Andrew gave a quick glance at his email. “Don’t trouble yourself, Daniel. As long as we receive the funds by tomorrow afternoon, we’re good.”
It would be so much easier if Daniel would just have the funds wired, but the man was sort of old-fashioned that way. He preferred to pay by check, followed by a celebratory cigar.
“I’ll have the check couriered in the morning to ensure you get it on time,” Daniel said.
“Sounds great.” Andrew shut down his computer. “Have a good ni—”
“Diane tells me you haven’t called her in several weeks,” Daniel interrupted.
Shit. Andrew froze. Shame set in at the realization that he hadn’t even really thought about her. He’d been too caught up in the expansion…and in Hailey.
“I-I’ve been busy. The expansion has eaten up most of my waking hours.”
“Understood, boy. I’m a businessman as well, and I expect this deal to be your top priority.”
Daniel let out a chuckle that eased the constriction in Andrew’s gut.
“Have a good night, lad. And try to get a little rest.”
The older man hung up, and Andrew lowered the receiver.
Diane. He would have to do something about her. The fact she hadn’t bothered to call him either told him she wasn’t any more excited about their relationship than he was. Still, the least he owed her was a phone call.
Next week. Once the first phase of the expansion had been completed.
And if he felt a little guilty about the fact that Diane’s father, his biggest investor, clearly wanted to see him and Diane together, well he couldn’t focus on that right now. There was simply too much to do.
A soft knock sounded out on his door, and a moment later it creaked open. He shot his gaze up, surprised to see Hailey’s head poking through.
“Hailey.” The tension in his shoulders instantly eased at the sight of her. “I figured you’d left by now.”
“I convinced Miranda to go home first tonight. She seemed pretty tired.”
“Good idea.” Miranda had been working nearly as hard as he had these past few weeks. The woman deserved a break.
Hailey slipped inside, and his heart did a funny flop in his chest. She was so beautiful, like a ray of sunshine. Today she wore a red halter dress with tiny white polka dots. It wrapped around her body, knotting at the waist. The skirt came to mid-thigh, showcasing her gorgeous, tanned legs.
Unable to help himself, he allowed his gaze to travel down her legs, to her strappy sandals, and then back up. His body hardened at the sight of her. No surprise there. He was beginning to think he’d always have this reaction to her.
With all the craziness surrounding the expansion, it had been days since they’d last been alone together. He’d been too busy to think about it much, but his body had no qualms about reminding him. His cock pressed against the zipper of his slacks, so hard it was almost painful.
Hailey ambled a few more feet inside the room, glancing about furtively as if making sure they were alone. She whispered, “I was wondering if you’d be stopping by my place tonight.”
He stifled a groan. God, how he wanted to. “I can’t. The dog walker wasn’t available tonight, and my housekeeper left a few hours ago. Plus, James is supposed to stop by early in the morning.”
Which meant she couldn’t stay the night at his place, no matter how much he might want her to.
“Oh.” Hailey’s face fell. “I understand. Well…I’d better go. Good night, Andrew.”
As she turned and headed for the door, the urge to stop her became overwhelming. Suddenly he knew.
He couldn’t wait another night to have her again. Couldn’t wait another moment. Period.
“Hailey, wait.”
She froze, turning back to him with a questioning lift of her brow.
He should let her go. This was against all of his self-imposed rules. Went against everything he’d ever stood for.
No fooling around at the office. Not even a hint. It was just too messy that way, too easy to slip up. Too complicated.
“Go lock the door,” he found himself murmuring.
Chapter Eleven
Andrew’s low, gruff order caused Hailey’s mouth to drop open. “Seriously?”
“Yes.” Even though he recognized what a bad idea it was, he couldn’t help himself. He needed to be inside her.
Her face slack with surprise, she obeyed his command. When she turned back around, she brushed her long, loose hair off her shoulders, the gesture betraying her sudden nervousness. Something about that was truly adorable. They’d been together more times than he could count by now, but it was endearing that there was still a circumstance in which she could be nervous.
“Come here,” he murmured.
A pink flush rose in her cheeks as she walked toward him. But then her eyes gave that familiar devilish glint he’d become so accustomed to these past few weeks, and her lips curved into a smile. “Did you need something else, Mr. Everly?”
Andrew started to frown at her formality, but then he caught on. Blame his mental sluggishness on the hard-on that prevented him from thinking clearly. “You wanna play games?”
She cocked her head to the side, furrowing her brow as if confused by his statement. “I just want to make sure I please my boss.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” he murmured. Hailey might be a lot of things, but timid wasn’t one of them, and that’s exactly what she sounded like right now. To his surprise, her little game made him hot under the collar.
Hailey approached his desk, her fingers trailing suggestively along the edge of the wood. He stifled a groan at the illicit images her soft touch sparked. If anyone had ever told him he’d get turned on by watching a woman stroke an inanimate object, he would’ve laughed his brains out. Yet here he was…aroused beyond belief.
“What do you need, sir?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper that made his dick twitch in his pants.
He pushed back slightly from his desk, splaying his legs out. “I need you to come here.”
Scraping her teeth along her bottom lip, she obeyed, stepping over his leg so she stood within the co
coon of his body. She leaned her pert little ass on the side of his desk, allowing him just the slightest peek up her skirt, and gave him a shy look. “Better?”
“Much,” he rumbled.
“Now what would you like, sir?”
He didn’t say anything, mostly because this game of hers had excited him even more than he could’ve imagined, and he was afraid his voice would come out a squeak. Reaching forward, he gave the knot at her waist a tug. It unraveled, the silky fabric coming undone with agonizing slowness.
“Mr. Everly,” Hailey whispered, her voice scandalized. “Do you think this is wise?”
“I think it’s perfect.” He allowed the tie of her dress to fall around her back and then pulled it through the other side, causing her dress to gape open at the front. When he saw what she wore beneath it, he practically swallowed his tongue. “Jesus.”
She had on a black triangle of lace that revealed more than it covered, and a soft matching bra. The woman looked like his every erotic fantasy come to life. The thought that she’d walked around hiding this little secret all day made him even harder than he’d thought possible.
“Do you always wear stuff like this under your work clothes?”
Her grin was pure temptation. “Oh, yes.”
Hell. How could he ever concentrate again, knowing this was what he missed out on?
Slowly, reverently, he reached his hands to her stomach. It was as silky as her dress, hot as melted chocolate. Utterly delicious.
His hands traveled upward, lightly cupping her breasts over the bra, and she tilted her head back with a soft moan. “Why Mr. Everly, do you do this with all your employees?”
“Only the ones as beautiful as you. Of which there’s exactly one.”
He allowed one hand to trail its way down her stunning flesh, to the patch of lace at her bikini area. Slid two fingers into the crease at her thighs. She was hot and already wet for him.
“Have you dreamt about me doing this to you here?” he murmured.
“Mm...” Her eyes glimmered. “Maybe.”
His fingers crept beneath the scrap of lace, gliding along the desire-slickened lips of her pussy. “So wet…someone’s been a naughty girl, hasn’t she?”
Her breath hitched and she parted her legs slightly. “Maybe just a little.”
“Mm-hm.” He slid one finger inside her. When she let out a gasp and a moan, he brought a second finger in to join the first.
“Oh…Mr. Everly,” she whispered.
Her inner walls contracted around his fingers, and he had to hold back a groan of his own. Prior experience told him just how much he’d enjoy that feeling once he was inside her. He could barely wait. But first, he wanted to play this game out. Get her completely wild for him.
“I brought you in here to tell you what a good job you did today,” he rumbled as he moved his fingers.
“Oh…” She gazed down to where his fingers worked in and out of her body. “Is this my reward, sir?”
“Part of it.”
She gasped and arched into his touch. “What’s the rest?”
He gave a dark chuckle. “I’m going to fuck this sweet little pussy of yours.”
She whimpered and then bit her lip, murmuring, “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
Oh, he’d already figured that out. Which was why his words grew bolder, cruder, every time they had sex.
“This is so inappropriate,” she murmured in her faux-scandalized voice.
Growling, he proceeded to work his fingers in and out of her tight passage, building her to a frenzy that made her chest heave and her cheeks flush bright pink.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she whispered.
It did. And she looked so freaking amazing, writhing beneath his fingers. He had to taste her. Now.
Sliding his fingers out, he pushed his rolling chair back. “Turn around.”
Looking a bit dazed, she obeyed. He pushed on her lower back, bending her over his desk so her cute little ass pointed right at him. She squeaked and wiggled it a little. He took that as an invitation to pull the skirt of her dress up, baring her curves to his view.
“Oh, hell.” He groaned at the sight of her lush, round globes and the enticing strip of black lace resting in between them.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Everly?” she asked in her mousy secretary’s voice.
“Better than okay.” She was like a work of art.
No. Like a delicacy of the finest sort. And he found himself suddenly ravenous.
Andrew tugged her thong down, leaving it at mid-thigh. Something about seeing that black scrap of fabric against her creamy skin made him so hot.
She gave another tiny wiggle. “Are you sure you shoul—”
His mouth watered as he grabbed the curves of her bottom and parted them, baring her to his view. He gave himself the briefest moment to admire just how delicious she looked, before bringing his head down to give her a long, slow lick.
Her question turned into a shriek, and her back arched so that he could better reach her honeyed core. He took his time feasting on her. Enjoying the sweet taste of her desire. Sliding his tongue deep inside her pussy, where her velvety skin gave way to delectable nectar of the gods.
“Oh!” She cried out, throwing her head back as he speared her with his tongue, then used the tip to flick her sensitive clit. When her legs started to shake, he drew back.
“Not yet.”
Her unhappy shriek coaxed a grin from his lips. He wanted her to come as much as she did, but first he wanted to drive her crazy. Because that was what she did to him. Every single time.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
She growled, and for a moment he thought she’d disobey, but then she straightened. Her underwear fell to the floor and she stepped out of them as she turned to face him.
“Take my cock in your mouth.”
Her breath rasped and her lips parted as her gaze dropped to the outline of his erection. As he’d expected, she willingly fell to her knees. In their time together, he’d discovered that Hailey was one of those females who enjoyed giving oral as much as receiving it. Not a bad deal for him.
Without waiting for further encouragement, she quickly undid his slacks and grasped the base of his erection, angling it toward her. Then she lowered her mouth. Wet, molten heat enveloped him, wrenching a groan from his lips.
He wrapped his fingers around the back of her head, guiding her up and down along his rigid length. Stars exploded beneath his vision, leaving him gasping for air.
“You’re incredible at that,” he murmured.
She gave a low, throaty laugh that reverberated through his flesh, circling her fingers around him and moving her hand in time with her mouth.
He swallowed hard and leaned his head back against his chair, reveling in the amazing feeling of being pleasured by her. Something about the way she did it was beyond compare. Maybe it was her technique, but he was beginning to suspect it was just her.
“Stop,” he finally gasped, pulling her away before he embarrassed himself. Lost control.
She gazed at him, her full lips moist and swollen, her eyes glazed with passion. “I’m not done yet.”
Her raspy voice made him groan. “You are if you don’t want me to finish before we even start.”
When she giggled at that, he reached over and tugged on her elbows, guiding her to her feet.
Hailey gave him an innocent look. “What would you like me to do now, Mr. Everly?”
“So many things.” He pulled her down for a hot, hard kiss, and she sat on his lap, throwing her legs over the arms of his chair. It put her wet core right against his groin, and she took advantage of that fact by rubbing against him with the most delicious friction. He wanted her too badly to wait any further. Fumbling for the wallet in his pocket, he dug out the condom and handed it to her. “Put this on.”
She sat back, catching her lip between her teeth as she rolled the condom on his erection. Mission accomplished, she gave him
a pretend clueless stare. “Now what?”
The little minx. He was beginning to think she liked to be told, in great detail, what to do to him.
“Now take my cock inside you. Balls deep,” he ordered bluntly, lifting and fitting her entrance to him as he spoke. “You’re gonna be a good little assistant and let me fuck this tight pussy of yours until we both come.”
A little grin curved her mouth. “Hmm, you’re getting really good at dirty tal—”
He shoved her onto him, filling her to the hilt.
She let out a cry and arched her back.
“Damn.” Grunting, he wrapped his arms around her and held still. She was so soft and wet around him, more than ready. And he was so hard it hurt. He’d never felt anything like this before.
Only with Hailey.
“Oh sir,” she gasped. “I think this pressing matter might require some serious overtime.”
He laughed out loud at that outrageous statement, but his laugh converted into a groan when she began to writhe on top of him, moving in little circles that drove the breath from his body.
“Yeah.” His voice lowered to a desperate whisper. “Fuck me just like that. Show me how good you are, baby.”
“Yes, sir!”
Her hair flew around her face as she increased her tempo, riding him hard and deep. Squeezing his cock until he felt like his brain would explode.
She bit her lower lip. “Am I still doing a good job, sir?”
“The best assistant I ever had,” he muttered hoarsely.
She giggled, her pale pink nipples peeking over the lacy fabric of her bra, teasing him with their little peepshow. He took his hands off her thighs long enough to reach up and yank the cups down, fully baring her gorgeous breasts to his view. And then of course he had to taste them, because he couldn’t imagine doing otherwise.
“This should be part of the job description,” he growled, cupping her breasts. “Ride my cock every day.”
“If that’s what the job requires,” she panted. Biting her lip, she closed her hands over his. “Tell me more about my new job duties.”
He let out a hoarse chuckle. She seemed to like this game, and hell, so did he.
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