Mr. Cocky (London Billionaire #1)

by Nana Malone

  “You want to play dirty boss don’t you?” he asked in a whisper. “It’s okay. I’ve sort of been having this reoccurring fantasy since I started.” He nipped her bottom lip. This is your domain isn’t it, Miss Day? You’re in charge here?”

  “I sure am,” she whispered, unhooking her bra and baring her nipples against the white cotton covering his chest. He quickly removed the shirt. He would fucking burn the thing, if it meant getting it off that much faster. His dick throbbed in his pants, desperate for freedom.

  “I’m the boss in here,” Selena said in breathy tones.

  “What do you want me to do then, ma’am?” Nick asked with a grin.

  Selena dropped her knickers to the floor and walked around to her desk chair, completely naked apart from a pair of black heels. She sat down in the chair and raised one leg up onto the armrest, baring herself.

  Oh my God.

  Nick dropped his pants and kneeled in front of her, face to face with her pussy. “You want me to lick you?”

  “That’s right. That’s what I want you to do.”

  Her lips were wet, ready. She was ready for him so soon. Leaning forward, he licked at her folds, wanting to devour every inch of her. She clasped the back of his head with her hands and groaned.

  He lapped at her all the while sinking his fingers into her thighs. He sucked on her clit, making her writhe. He teased and lapped until she called his name over and over on breathy pants. She was so damn close, he could feel it. But he wanted to tease her some more, so he pulled back.

  “Nick, please.”

  “Big bad boss lady shouldn’t beg.” He kissed up her thigh, then her belly, until he captured her right nipple between his teeth gently. “But you know what,” he murmured. “I kind of like it when you beg.”

  He found her soft center with his finger and inserted it oh so slowly. Her muscles clamped around it as she tensed with pleasure. He slowly withdrew it, and then pushed back in, a little deeper this time, making her moan and raise her hips.

  “Make love to me, Nick. Right now.”

  “Yes boss,” he murmured even as he took a deep pull of her nipple.

  Nick wrapped his fist around the base of his dick, slowly running the wet tip against her slickness. With a control he didn’t feel, he let the tip ease in and held himself still. “You’re so fucking slippery, I love it,” he whispered as he gave her another inch.

  Selena cried out in pleasure, throwing her head back. Happy side effect, Nick thought—the motion made those gorgeous tits of hers bounce.

  He slid in another inch and groaned. Fuck, she was tight. She helpfully lifted her hips and Nick sank his full length inside her, cursing as he seated himself. With a quick roll, he swung the office chair around to reveal their performance to the windows opposite. He watched her radiant smile as the lights from across the street illuminated her face. She laughed and buried her head into his chest. “What are we doing?” she asked.

  “This? It’s called fucking, my girlfriend.” Nick growled, giving her a thrust that wiped the smile right off her face, replacing it with a look of sheer, erotic bliss. She bit her lip and closed her eyes before, whispering, “Again.”

  Nick held his cock in place, teasing her, refusing to move.

  “Do it,” she said, opening her eyes and fixing them on his. “I need it.”

  He smiled and pumped into her rhythmically, his heart pounding as the pleasure took over. He thrust quicker and deeper, gripping her hips and holding her in position as he made love to her. She tightened around him pulsing, holding him in. Perfection. If heaven was anything like this he could die right now and be satisfied. She met his gaze as the wave of orgasm hit her and he knew. She was his. He loved her.

  Don’t say it, Nick. Not yet. Just make her come. Give her everything.

  She cried, “Yes, yes, Nick.” Her whole body jerked as she pushed on the glass of the window behind Nick with one foot, causing the chair to rock and creak as she bounced. He held on tight for the ride as his orgasm started at the base of his spine and rocketed through him. Holy hell, she was going to kill him.

  “Wow,” she whispered. “I hope the people across the way didn’t see us.”

  “I hope they did,” he said with a laugh.

  Nick rested his head on her chest, hearing the heavy pounding of her heart through her skin. He realized his bare butt was still facing the glass and he edged around on his knees, bringing the chair around to face away from it. They laughed and he kissed her, pouring everything he had into that kiss.

  He’d never been so happy.

  16

  Selena couldn’t stop smiling as she sashayed into work that morning. Under her dark blue dress she was wearing a cerise pink G-string and matching bra—not the most comfortable set she owned, but she couldn’t wait to see the look on Nick’s face when he saw it. Maybe she’d call him in for a meeting.

  She was in a daring mood. The thrill of last night was still hot in her veins, causing a flutter of nerves every time she remembered the squeaking sound of her foot on the glass, or the image of Nick above her, pounding into her, silhouetted by the bright office lights from across the street. She placed one hand on the door handle to her office and turned to see if Nick was at his desk in the open plan office. He was. His eyes met hers and her breath caught in the back of her throat as she stifled a huge grin.

  She entered her office but stopped short to see that Brian Calder from the board of trustees was sitting with his back to the door, waiting for her.

  All through her childhood she had seen Brian and his wife Mary at family parties. He and her dad had been golfing buddies. Seeing him brought back memories of her dad. She missed that warm family feeling. She smiled, and after hesitating for a moment, threw her arms around Brian. He was solid and she could barely get her arms around him. He stroked the back of her head protectively. It reminded her of when she was little and she would nap on her dad in his study at home. He was always in there, working. But sometimes he would shut the books, let her climb on his lap and float off into a fantasy world with her, telling stories. Those hugs were the only hints of tenderness she ever had. Her mother was not one for hugs and had spent more time shopping than parenting.

  “It’s so nice to see you. What are you doing here?”

  “Lena, darling, I just wanted to check how things are going. I hear you’ve had a bit of a professional scuffle with your brother.” He eyed her as she frowned and opened and shut her mouth, stuck for what to say. “I knew it was a bad idea for Simon to be given a spin-off company. It’s too close to Shades of Chic, but imagine how impossible it was for your father to choose between his kids. Anyway, you remember Dave, don’t you?”

  “Simon’s best friend from school?” Selena asked.

  “Yes, his PA now. Well, former PA.” Brian frowned. “Simon gave him the boot for calling a halt to some party or other. He refused to pay Dave what he was owed, so Dave got a little revenge and has come to me with some very… unnerving, information.”

  “Oh?” Selena sat down, clutching the arms of her chair tightly, staring wide-eyed at Brian.

  “It turns out he had a plant in your team, feeding back details. Simon wants to take your place.”

  Selena rolled her eyes. “I knew that. But a plant? A mole? Who the hell would do that for Simon?”

  “Someone who needed money,” Brian said. “There’s nothing people won’t do for money.” He rubbed his chin. “Dave wouldn’t say who, but he said someone on your team is being paid a lot to feed ideas back. It’s very disappointing. That boy jumps from one bit of trouble to the next, but you Selena, you are where you belong.”

  “Thank you Brian,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she scanned through the team in her mind.

  Nancy? No, she’s far too straight-laced to do that. Marnie. Why would Simon ask her, she’s hardly involved in anything? Nick?

  She dismissed the thought. He was too new. Simon would have no way to get to him… Or would
he? But Nick wouldn’t. Would he? Ice washed over her body…

  Oh God. Not Nick. Please don’t let it be Nick. He did arrive at just the right time. And Soho House. Simon has a membership. Was he there with him? Her stomach clenched. She didn’t want to believe it, but the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention. He’d said his brother was in trouble. How far would he go to protect him?

  After Brian had gone, Selena turned in her chair, scanning the skyline in deep thought. Her eyes fell on a woman at a desk opposite, which sent a surge of nerves through her gut at the memory of their explicit office performance. She prayed it wasn’t him. But praying wasn’t going to do her any good. She needed answers. She spun the chair round quickly and buzzed Nancy. “Nancy, can I please have the login codes for everyone on the team?”

  “Yes, sure, everyone?” Nancy asked cautiously.

  “Yes, everyone.”

  “Okay, not a problem,” Nancy replied returning to her usual bright manner.

  A few moments later Nancy knocked and entered, before striding up to Selena’s desk with a bundle of papers. She was about to turn on her heel but hesitated. “May I sit down?” she asked with a furrowed brow.

  “Of course. Is something up?” Selena asked, leaning forward.

  Nancy chewed her lip. “It’s none of my business, dear, but things don’t seem right at the moment. Is everything okay?”

  “Yes,” Selena replied abruptly, stiffening in her seat and shuffling the papers.

  Nancy sat in silence for a moment, still chewing at her mouth as though trying to stop the words from spilling out. “It’s just that, with that ordeal the other day at Soho House with Nick, and then the meeting, now these logins…”

  “These logins are for the IT department,” Selena replied briskly, not making eye contact. Lying wasn’t her strong suit. “There’s some maintenance going on at the weekend and they need access to all our computers.”

  “Wouldn’t they already have them?” Nancy stopped herself. She cleared her throat. “Anyway, sorry, I’d better get back to my desk, who knows what calls are coming in right now. Can’t leave Marnie in charge for long, she’ll be sending calls all over the building.” Nancy gave a little chuckle and rose to her feet. Halfway towards the door she stopped and turned to Selena. “You know I only worry about you,” she said softly. “I don’t want to see you get hurt by anyone who’s not trustworthy. If there’s something going on and you need help, you know you can ask me. I’ve been with you since day one.”

  Selena’s stiff expression softened. “Thanks, Nance. You’d be the first person I’d turn to for help.”

  She crossed Nancy off her mental list of possible suspects. Of course it wouldn’t be her. Right now, Nancy was the only person she really, truly knew and trusted.

  She scanned the list of employee logins. She’d need to act quickly before anyone had a chance to delete files. But she’d have to be smart about it and choose the perfect moment.

  The day passed quickly and with Nick working late, she couldn’t get access to his system. She didn’t dare hang around and tempt him to ask for a repeat performance of last night, either. She couldn’t fully give herself to him again until she’d ruled him out, which she hoped beyond hope would be the case. Jesus, what would she do if it really was him in cahoots with her brother? Her gut lurched. She prayed it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. She needed it not to be him.

  That night, she lay awake in bed. It was midnight but her mind was still pouring over every detail of the past few weeks, looking for signs of Nick’s betrayal. She’d begged off seeing him tonight and told him she had an early morning. He seemed so sincere. She knew her bullshit radar wasn’t the best—she’d often judged people wrongly in the past, always seeing the positive in even the worst characters. But could it really be this far off?

  Her mind kept stumbling upon the best moments with Nick. He was intense and caring in one gorgeous package of lust. She tingled at the memory of the way his eyes traced over her body, hungry for her. He had touched her scar, which she never let anyone do. The gentle trace of his fingertips along the bumpy tissue somehow felt as though it was part of the healing process. She was beginning to let the scar fade into her subconscious. If someone as dazzling as Nick thought she was beautiful, then surely it was time to start feeling it.

  It was impossible to believe that those nights, and that day in the darkened office, were faked. Surely not even the best Oscar-winning actor could pretend to care about her to that extent. Would he really go through all that just to get close to her for Simon? She hated even thinking about her brother.

  Since the news had broken within the board that he’d used a source to attempt to steal Selena’s campaigns, Simon had gone AWOL. He was probably snorting drugs off strippers in Las Vegas, Ibiza, or Dubai. He always fled the scene after doing something wrong, rather than face up to things. Brian had called Selena earlier in the day to tell her he was missing. Not missing, in the ‘call the police because we’re so worried’ way, more like the ‘we’ll deal with the little shit when he’s back from his foreign jolly’ kind of way.

  She rolled over onto her side and switched on her bedside lamp. There was no point trying to sleep, it just wasn’t happening. She decided to read, but picking up her e-reader and seeing a set of sexy abs on the cover of her latest book, she thought better of it. Now was not the time for romance. She was having a hard time not calling Nick as it was.

  The message alert light was flashing on her phone. She’d put it on silent earlier to drown out the constant pinging as Nick was trying to get hold of her. She picked it up and scrolled through the texts.

  Can’t stop thinking about you. Nick. X

  Is everything OK? X

  Do you want some company? I can come over. I keep thinking about the other night. X

  The other night. A dull ache started between her thighs. That was the last thing she needed to think about right now. Yes, that was amazing. She wanted to believe it was real. Until she knew for certain, she couldn’t afford to get any closer to him. She’d already fallen far enough.

  Selena wasn’t the only one having trouble sleeping that night. Nick lay awake in bed, sirens wailing in the distance, and voices audible from the street below as drinkers made their way home from the bar around the corner. He stuffed some foam earplugs in to drown out the sounds, but it didn’t help—he was still taunted by the noise of his inner thoughts and they were far more agonizing than sirens and shouting.

  He knew something was up. Selena was avoiding him. Did she know? He felt like a prize prick, especially after getting another shot at things with her and accepting that he was actually falling for her. She was on his mind night and day. He wanted to taste and smell her right then and there. She felt thrilling and homely at the same time. With her was the only place he wanted to be.

  He’d tried to tell her last night. But then she’d reached for him and he’d been too afraid of losing her. He was a fool to think he could salvage this. The truth was going to tear them apart. But what choice did he have? He wanted to be with her and he couldn’t go on like this. He had to tell her.

  He got out of bed and dragged the red velvet blanket off the sofa and brought it back to the bedroom. He could still smell her perfume on it. He kicked off his bed covers and pulled the blanket over his body instead, letting the soft velvet massage his skin and the faint scent of Chanel Mademoiselle send him off to sleep, forgetting that his brief chance at finding bliss in Selena was potentially over.

  17

  Selena’s driver arrived at 6 AM, as arranged. She’d hardly slept, but that made it far easier to get up and into action this early, so it hardly mattered.

  “’Tis very early, Miss Day. Have you a big meeting today?” Jacek asked as he wove through the city streets, which were only just coming to life. The tall buildings cast cool grey shadows over the streets as the sun struggled to rise above the roofs. Cars were zipping about freely, enjoying the fluid motion before rush hou
r, and a handful of workers in factory uniforms were walking together, chatting and smoking.

  “Yes,” she replied, with a stiff smile. “Lots to do.”

  The cleaners were there, giving her a surprised hello as she passed them on her way to the elevator. When she entered the darkened open plan office where Nick’s desk was, her heart raced. Should she switch on the lights or would that be a schoolgirl error, alerting anyone passing in the corridor to her mission? She switched on just one row of lights, enough to take away the risk of tripping—the last thing she needed was to be discovered passed out from tripping on a chair leg and hitting the deck, clutching Nick’s personal login details.

  She sat at his desk, her heart pounding so hard she was aware of the sound of her pulse in her ears. She took a few deep breaths and typed in his username and password.

  Please make him be innocent. Please don’t let him be Simon’s plant.

  His monitor flickered as it loaded the Shades of Chic logo and after a few moments, as Selena held her breath, the icons all began to pop up on the left hand side. She let out a long, slow, breath, rubbed her palms together and then began clicking through folders until she came across a file called ‘Ideas for feedback’, which screamed ‘dodgy.’ Ideas were nothing to do with Nick’s job at Shades of Chic. She opened the file to find several saved PDF files. She opened them one after the other, her face twisting in confusion with each one.

  She read, ‘Paris-inspired line. Bring the City of Lights to the UK’.

  What the hell is that about?

  She examined the virtual mood board he’d created with images of Parisian women and fancy French townhouses, coffees, cocktails and a couple riding a moped. The tagline at the bottom read, ‘Bring all these elements together with a new line of make-up called ‘A Chante.’

  She sat back and bit her index finger. It tied in with Simon’s new line, that’s for sure. It fingered Nick as guilty. But it was also a bit odd—he had gone to a lot of effort on something brand new. She hit ‘print’ and listened as the machine warmed up and spewed out the files in the otherwise silent office.