His Takeover: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Piper Sullivan

  I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped, that he swallowed even as he chuckled. “Blake,” I moaned even as I wished I hadn’t.

  That one word, one tiny little moan changed everything. Blake hauled me in his arms and instinctively my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed. “I love the feel of your legs wrapped around me,” he said, telling me all the things he wanted to do to me as he peeled off every stitch of my clothing. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

  I didn’t want to be flattered by his words but my body refused to listen. Heat flared from my center all the way out to my arms and legs, to the follicles of my hair. There was a deep throbbing ache between my legs as moisture gathered.

  Blake licked his lips. “First thing I want to hear is you screaming my name.” And he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, pulling me by the thighs until my legs draped over his shoulders and I was completely exposed to him. Bare and glistening and wide open.

  “Blake, you don’t have to,” I insisted because though I was familiar with what he was doing, I also felt self-conscious about having his face buried between my legs.

  “No one has to, Poppy. But the sweet sounds you make will be even better than the sweet nectar of your pussy.”

  I pulsed and clenched at his words, and when his thumbs parted my folds and his tongue slid between them, my entire body exploded at the pleasure. His tongue, hell his mouth, was a magical thing that somehow sent me up into the stratosphere. Nothing had ever felt like this, not even my few clumsy attempts at intimacy before this moment. Nothing. Ever. “Blake,” I moaned over and over, my back arching into him as he lapped me up, ate and licked at me until my body vibrated and trembled. And then his mouth closed around my tight, swollen clit and those trembles and vibrations combusted. A brilliant explosion of colors behind my eyes, a symphony of sensations from head to toe, the entire time his tongue never stopped. It slowed to a beautiful, exquisite torture, I was powerless to fight.

  Not that I wanted to.

  He sucked my clit one final time, causing another orgasm that made my body convulse violently. “Oh, Blake! Fuck!” His laugh sounded in the quiet room, the vibrations pulsing against my skin.

  “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He gave me one last lick and stood, quickly undressing while I watched. Sapphire eyes turned as dark as the midnight sky and held me captive as he revealed more and more of his well-muscled body to me.

  “I thought you spent all day behind a desk, where did this body come from?”

  He chuckled and climbed on the bed, sliding up the length of my body so we were lined up perfectly. “I do work out when I can.”

  “Goodie for me.” His body was a thing of beauty. A hard, golden playground that was all mine for the night. Blake’s mouth set my skin on fire, brushing over every inch of skin until I purred with pleasure.

  “Even better for me,” he said, leaning back on his knees and pulled me closer to him, his erection long and thick between us.

  My body tensed as the reality of what was about to happen and Blake noticed, stroking the length of himself and drawing my focus to him. Not my nerves. The sight of him touching himself, did something to me. It was dangerously erotic and I felt my body throbbing and leaking in preparation of what was to come. “Blake.”

  “You want me, Poppy?”

  I nodded, a smile on my face as I licked my lips.

  “I can’t hear you.” He kept the sultry smile on his face as he ran the head of his cock through my damp folds, nudging my opening without pushing forward.

  “I want you Blake. I want you to fuck me, to make me come.” Those must have been the perfect words because something primal came over him and he leaned over me so we were face to face and hooked one of my legs over his hip as he pushed forward. I was so wet, so hot for him that he slid in easily. Until he reached the spot that wasn’t quite so easy.

  “Uh, Poppy?”

  My other leg hooked over his hip and I dug my heels into his ass. “Don’t stop now, Blake. Please.” He didn’t stop but he did slow down, pushing in slow shallow thrusts that opened me up and felt so damn good that I could no longer feel the pain, only the pleasure. “Yes, Blake.”

  “Poppy,” he growled primal and fierce, bracing his hands on either side of my head as he drove in and out, in a slow beautiful torture, his gaze boring into mine while our bodies collided. The heat inside me built, starting at my toes, higher and higher. His hips moved with even more urgency as his growls deepened and my own cries of pleasure came out wild. Feral.

  My body danced with his, somehow knowing exactly what to do as the pleasure built until it reached its breaking point. “Oh, Blake! Yes! Yes! Ooooh, yes!” The pleasure swamped me and it was magnificent, otherworldly even. The orgasm had control of my body, shaking and trembling while Blake continued to drive deeper and harder, holding my thighs wide apart as he thrust faster and deeper, giving me everything he had.

  Another bubbling sensation rose up in me and I felt the bewildered expression cross my eyes the moment Blake grinned, tilted his head back and drove deep one final time before he roared his own pleasure. “Fuck, Poppy.”

  “You just did that,” I told him with a nervous laugh. My body so sated and satisfied, it sank into the plush hotel bed like it belonged there. “Goodness.” I couldn’t help the smile on my face as much as I wanted to.

  “That look right there, Poppy. That’s what I wanted to see.” And then he kissed me long and hard, until my body wanted him again.

  Un-fucking-believable.

  Blake

  A fucking virgin. I couldn’t believe it. Sure I thought maybe she wasn’t as experienced as I was, but I never would have guess that a woman so lush, so beautiful, so goddamn wild and responsive, was untouched. Just thinking about it, had my cock hardening again, eager to slide into her wet heat. I couldn’t possibly want her again, but I did. She was so tight, so ready and willing.

  “A virgin.” She froze halfway between the bathroom and the bed, blue-green eyes wide with surprise.

  “Formerly.”

  “How? It just doesn’t seem possible.” She was gloriously naked with her plump tits on display, blush pink nipples hard and puckered. The soft slope of her waist flared out to womanly hips, perfect to hold on to. “I mean, fuck you’re built for pleasure.”

  She glared at me and climbed on the bed. “Easy. I haven’t done that before, that’s how.”

  “Smartass.” I traced a finger over her shoulder and around the slope of her breasts, circling a hard nipple before I pinched it. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that I’m the first man to make you cum. I’m guessing I was the first to lick that sweet pussy of yours too?”

  She nodded, biting her bottom lip as her eyes glazed over with lust. My finger circled skin between her tits before moving to the other, mesmerized by the way her chest rose and fell. “It’s not so surprising, Blake. You wouldn’t even be here if not for my company.”

  She said that so matter-of-factly it just pissed me off. “If not for me wanting your company, I wouldn’t have known about you, would I?” It’s not like we travel in the same circles. “You only came into your inheritance recently.”

  “Whatever you need to believe Blake.”

  “Come on, Poppy. You got something out of this too, so don’t go acting the victim. I just want to know why. Why me? Why now?”

  She rose up on her knees, a sexy nymph with wild, freshly fucked hair, hands pushing on my chest until I was flat on my back. “I did get something out of it. My virginity is out of the way, and I chose you because I knew your ego would make sure it was good. It was.”

  “Why now?”

  She smiled, letting her hands glide up and down the length of my body, brushing lightly over my hard cock. “Why not?”

  “That’s not an answer, dammit.”

  “You’re here for the pleasure and I’m here for the experience.” She leaned forward, flicking her tongue over the slit of my cock until my hips bucked up to m
eet her lips. “And I have a feeling this will come in handy in my future.”

  The last fucking thing I wanted to think about was her sucking some other guy’s dick, that mine was just a starter cock for her. But when she fisted me at the base and wrapped her lips around my length, I couldn’t complain. Couldn’t protest. All I could do was feel. Flex. “More,” I groaned, eyes focused on the sight of her heart shaped ass right near my face.

  “Tell me how you want it,” she insisted.

  “Listen and feel,” I grunted out. “Ah, yes!” Her teeth scraped gently around the head of my cock, making me buck up again. She was clumsy at first, losing her rhythm but even that seemed to work for me because she was all lips and tongue, all over every inch of me like she needed to make sure she tasted all of me. “Fuck, Poppy.” She took me deep, to the back of her throat, no further. Again and again she did it and I couldn’t stand it, I dipped a finger into her leaking pussy. It glistened and pulsed, telling me just how turned on she was by pleasing me.

  She groaned around my cock, sending vibrations up my spine. It felt so good, my hips began to move, fucking her precious mouth in a sweet rhythm that prolonged the pleasure until I broke out in a sweat. “Oh, shit.”

  “Come here,” I growled and pulled her so her sweet, juicy pussy dripped into my mouth. I licked at her, sucked her while her mouth made love to my cock and my cock fucked her lush mouth. My hand snaked out and held her head, setting a pace that would drive us both to the darkest depths of pleasure and back.

  She got even wetter as I guided her and thrust up into her mouth, her hips began to rock against my face, riding me like her favorite fuck toy. She grew wetter and wetter as she rode me, sucked me, squeezed my balls just hard enough to send a sharp ache of pleasure through the center of me. And when her orgasm washed over her, she clenched and pulsed all over, taking me so fucking deep she practically pulled the cum from my body. Those fierce little convulsions did me in and the more I jerked into her mouth, the more she leaked down my throat, all over my face.

  Fuck me, that was…the hottest fuck ever.

  “That was better than any fantasy sixty-nine,” she said, body glistening with pleasure, chest heaving from the effort it took to breathe.

  I couldn’t agree more. “You’re insatiable. Cock hungry.”

  She laughed. “You’ve got a nice cock, or maybe I was just hungry.”

  I stroked her thigh when she rolled away, head resting at the foot of the bed, trembling when my fingers grazed her swollen clit. “Are you ready to talk?”

  “Nope.” She sat up on her elbows, blue-green eyes assessing me. Studying me. “You don’t have to feel guilty or responsible for me Blake. I wanted this and I’m not expecting anything other than this,” she motioned between our naked bodies.

  That was music to my ears. Usually. I knew it was just my cock trying to make this decision for me, nothing else. I wasn’t about to get all starry eyed over some good sex. Great sex. Amazing fucking sex. “I don’t have a damn thing to feel guilty about. And I sure as shit don’t feel responsible for you because you are a grown woman.”

  “Then it shouldn’t matter how, or why, or any of that. I wanted this and I enjoyed it. A lot. But I think we should keep our distance after this.”

  “You do?” That wasn’t what I expected. Most women would be trying to set up another date, a real date. And the stories I’ve heard from friends who fucked virgins, they usually started saying words like exclusive and relationship.

  “Yep.” She smiled. “Starting first thing tomorrow.”

  “Check out is eleven,” I reminded her.

  Her laugh sounded like a purr as she licked her way up my body, not stopping until I was trembling and she was drinking from my mouth.

  It was official. I had a problem and her name was Poppy, and right now I was balls deep inside her, hands gripping fleshy tits hard while I pounded out the last of my orgasm. “Ah shit, Poppy.” I bit her shoulder and the groan she let out, the way she pulsed around me, made me want to take her all over again.

  “I told you we needed to keep our distance.” Her breath was all sexy and breathy as she sucked in air. That last orgasm had stolen her breath, I felt the double spasm around my cock.

  “I didn’t agree.” It was the same thing I’d told her every day since we got back from LA, no matter where I found her. Usually it was right here in her office, on her desk. On Monday I sat in her chair while she rode me. Tuesday I spread her out on her desk and ate her until she dripped all over both of us. Wednesday I laid her out, holding her ankles while I made her scream. And today, I hit it from the back, smacking against that sweet ass while she made the sexiest sounds. “I think we should keep meeting like this.”

  “No. We can’t.” I pulled back and fixed myself, smiling as the scent of us hit my nose. “This is asking for trouble.”

  “This is the best part of my day.”

  “Me too, and that’s why we have to stop this. It’s ridiculous.” She shook her head and peeled off her panties from around one of her ankles, shoving them into a drawer. I resisted the urge to grab them for myself. “You are who you are, and you want what you want. We both know I’m not experienced enough to keep doing this.”

  She had me there, but I still couldn’t bring myself to agree. I hadn’t had enough of her yet. “You can try to resist, but I can’t promise you anything.” Poppy didn’t like that answer, but it was the best I could give her.

  I watched her disappear into the bathroom inside her office and return minutes later looking satisfied and mostly put back together. “I have meetings for the rest of the day,” she went to her desk and in an instant, got back to work.

  I smiled as I left. “See you later, Poppy.” She’d dismissed me. I should have been pissed, but it amused me. It really was too bad that I needed her business. She was starting to grow on me.

  And that was a big problem. So when Victoria called later that day to tell me that Alan Jones might consider selling his seven percent for the right price, I immediately set up a time to meet with him.

  Alan had inherited his shares and now that news had spread that a buyer with deep pockets was interested, he wanted to unload them because Victoria had convinced him OAA was a sinking ship. That would work as a negotiating tactic even though she was wrong.

  “How much are you offering?” I respected straight to the point, but something about the guy rubbed me the wrong way.

  “I’m offering how much they’re worth,” I told him coldly, letting him know I wouldn’t over pay.

  He shrugged and sipped the amber liquid in his glass, looking around with a disinterested glint in his ice blue eyes at the other clusters of people in the dark bar. “But what they are worth to you, is much more than the current value. You need them to purse your…plans,” he said that like the thought of a takeover was somehow unappealing to him.

  “I’m not getting into a fucking bidding war for seven percent.”

  “Make me an offer and don’t insult me.” He didn’t look at all worried about offending me or making the deal.

  “Market value isn’t enough for you?”

  “Come on, Sayers. Unlike that fucking dinosaur Victoria, I can see the value of our quirky new CEO. She may not look the part, but she’s good at business and marketing. The stocks will go up.” He stood, swallowed the last of his drink and gave me a sober look. “Let me know when you come up with a figure.”

  I was determined to have OAA, but I’d only have to pay when I absolutely had to.

  Poppy

  “Where’s Maple? I was expecting some delicious cake to go with this spiked tea.” Talia peeked over her shoulder at the locked up door beside my own and then back at the lunch platter on the table.

  “Paul took her to wine country for a long weekend, so it’s just us. But I made a caramel cake.”

  Brown eyes went round with shock but slowly morphed into glee as she sucked in a breath. “But Maple says that…you had sex!” She refilled our gl
asses with more lemonade, stamping her feet in giddy anticipation. “Tell. Me. Everything.”

  There was no point resisting when she would pull it out of me anyway, so I took a long pull from my glass and told her all about LA. Only LA. “It was fantastic. Even better than I imagined it would be.”

  “And now what?” Her brown eyes tried to peer into my soul, and like the coward I was, I hid in my glass. “Are you going to see each other again? Boink each other again?”

  “Boink? Seriously?” What we did was much too hot, too primal for a word as silly as boink.

  “That’s what you’re focusing on? That means…that’s why he’s been coming around so much for the past few weeks? You’ve been getting the D in the office!?” She fanned her face and shook her head. “I’m not sure if I’m impressed, jealous or mad I didn’t figure it out sooner.”

  “I can’t help it, Talia. He touches me and even though I know I shouldn’t lean in, I do. I know he just wants to soften me so I’ll sell him the company, but I don’t care. And it keeps getting better so I can never say no.” I buried my head in my hands. “Does that make me…I don’t know, something? A nympho?”

  She laughed until she cried, completely oblivious to the deadly stare I was shooting her way until I tossed a grape at her head. “Sorry, it’s just…no, you’re not a nympho. Sex feels good and when you first start having sex you’re kind of insatiable.”

  “Were you?” Because even when he wasn’t around, I daydreamed about things I wanted to do to Blake, or relived things we’d already done to each other.