by Ami Snow
I couldn’t. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, caressing the skin there, and I was lost. I cried out, panting as my back arched, pressing me tightly against him as I came, muscles clenching around him as he thrust.
It was too much for him. He groaned and thrust once more, hard, and then he was shuddering, his face in my neck as he let go, and we were both quivering against each other, breathing hard as the pleasure ran its course.
When we were both still, he rolled to the side, his head on my other pillow, his arm across my stomach. I could tell he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, and if I was being honest, I was sleepy, too. I’d forgotten all about the wine in the kitchen. The mattress felt soft and warm, Brian’s body a veritable furnace next to mine. I felt his lips on my shoulder, and he murmured softly: “Would it bother you if I stayed?”
I was shocked, but I tried not to show it. I couldn’t remember any man ever suggesting that he stay the night. I’d asked a friend of mine that I’d slept with my freshman year to stay once, but he’d made up an excuse as to why he had to leave. I’d never asked anyone again. I shook my head. “It wouldn’t bother me at all.”
“Good,” he said. “It’s cold outside.” He laughed softly, and I laughed too.
I woke sometime in the night and realized that he’d rolled away, and I’d rolled with him, spooning against him with my arm thrown over his side. His hand was curled softly around mine. I thought about moving away, putting some space between us. I didn’t.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
My alarm went off far too early the next morning. I heard Brian groan as I hit the snooze, and I had a sudden flash of what it might be like to be in a relationship. Waking up every morning in a warm, cozy bed with the solid presence of a man next to me, getting ready side by side. It didn’t sound so terrible. I relished the warmth for a few more minutes until my alarm went off again, and I reluctantly pushed back the covers, heading into the bathroom to shower and start getting ready.
As I was putting on my makeup, Brian knocked gently on the half-open door. He was dressed, and he planted a light kiss on my cheek. “I’m heading back to my place to get ready,” he said. “I’ll call you.”
“If you want to,” I said, and then I smiled. “It would be nice to hear from you.”
“Don’t worry,” he assured me. “I’ll call.”
I felt much brighter as I finished getting ready and headed off to work. Maybe this was a new corner I’d turned. I wouldn’t need to think about Ethan. I could attend our mentoring sessions without being distracted. Everything would be fine.
I got to my desk, and my boss popped out of her office almost immediately. “Elizabeth, Mr. Sharpe wants to see you.”
I blinked. “Alright.” I bit my lip as I turned away and headed to the elevator. I couldn’t think of what he might need to talk to me about. I hoped it had nothing to do with our “business dinner” a few nights before.
To my surprise, when I reached his office, his secretary was nowhere to be seen. Unsure, I knocked on the door, and heard him call: “Come in.”
***
Chapter 4
Ethan
I glanced up at the sound of the door opening, and saw her walk in and sit down. “Mr. Sharpe? What did you need from me?”
“Mr. Sharpe again? Haven’t we been over this?”
She sighed, sounding irritated. “Ethan.”
I gestured towards the door. “As you saw coming in, I am now short a personal assistant. I saw no reason why I should wait for someone new to go through the hiring process when I knew of someone perfectly capable here already. I’ve already informed your supervisor. You start now.”
She blinked. “What? What on earth are you talking about?”
I gave her a long look. “I’ve hired you as my personal assistant.”
“You can’t do that, I’m an intern for accounting!”
“I’m the CEO. I can do whatever I want.”
“I’m interning to be an accountant, not an assistant!” Her voice rose to a nearly painful pitch, and I raised an eyebrow. Surely she wasn’t going to be so difficult over this.
“You’ll learn more assisting me in my office than you would downstairs in the intern pool, and you know it. What’s the real problem here, Elizabeth?”
“The problem, Mr. Sharpe, is that you have taken me out of the position that I applied for and earned, and thrust me haphazardly into a new one that has nothing to do with what I am here for.”
“Elizabeth, I have every intention of making sure that you learn as much as possible in this position. The difference now is that you can put on your resume that you were hired less than halfway into your internship in a temporary, salaried position. It will be a valuable asset…assuming, of course, that you work anywhere other than here after you graduate.”
She sighed audibly.
“You’ll make more money, too.”
“You don’t need to pay me more.”
“You will have more responsibilities, so yes, I do.” I gritted my teeth with frustration. “You can be very difficult, Elizabeth. You’re lucky that you’re both capable and intelligent.”
She laughed a little at that. “Thank you…I suppose?”
I gestured towards a stack of files. “Let’s get started.”
She stood, her expression still huffy, and grabbed the files. “I’ll work on them at my desk. Thank you, Mr. Sharpe.”
I could not understand why she had to be so difficult. There was nothing wrong with what I was doing. I was giving her a salaried position, experience on her resume, and more money. If I was being entirely honest with myself, she had come to my mind first because I wanted her closer to me. I wanted to spend more time with her. There had never been a woman in my life before whose company I craved, but she was very well shaping up to be the first.
And, naturally, she wanted nothing to do with me that wasn’t strictly professional.
***
Elizabeth
Although I never would have wanted to admit it to him, he turned out to be right. My education at the firm was accelerated by my new position. I was in close proximity to the most powerful man in the company, and he made sure to explain the tasks he set me to do, ensuring that I understood the process. I knew, deep down, that I should appreciate what he was doing. It was unprecedented. But part of me knew that if not for our indiscretions, this would never be happening. I was glad for the experience, but hated the way it had come about. It made me feel cheap, as if I hadn’t earned my place at the table. I saw the expressions on the other interns’ faces too, and heard a few whispers here and there. There wasn’t outright suspicion, yet, but they certainly wondered how I had jumped so high, so fast. I tried to mention it to Ethan, but he brushed it aside. I thought privately that he just didn’t want to face it.
In the meantime, I was slowly starting to grow to like Brian more and more. He called, just as he said he would, and in the middle of the week, I agreed to meet him for lunch. I explained to Ethan I was meeting a friend and would need to take my full break—being in a salaried position for him often meant taking a short break or eating at my desk. He agreed, and I breathed in the fresh, cold air as I left the building. I was excited to see Brian, and I reveled in the feeling, the sheer normalcy of it all.
We met at a little deli a few blocks from the firm, and talked about my new position, and his work at the brewing company. To my relief, he didn’t find my position suspicious or odd at all, he was only excited for me. It made me feel a little guilty, knowing that I didn’t get it entirely on my own merit, and cognizant as I was that I still wanted Ethan.
I left feeling happy, though. Brian had asked me to meet him Friday night for dinner and drinks, and I had taken him up on it. It was my first real date in a very long time—I didn’t count the nights out with Ethan—and I felt giddy with excitement. He’d kissed me goodbye when we parted after lunch, and I nearly skipped back to the office. I couldn’t wait to tell
Catherine and Billie. Catherine would go nuts trying to help me pick what I should wear.
I pushed open the door to Ethan’s office, ready to dive back into work. He was facing the bay window, and he turned when I walked in. I stopped dead. His face was thunderous.
The door shut heavily behind me. He stalked towards me, and I froze. “Ethan, what’s wrong?”
“Who was that man?”
I blinked. “Brian?”
“I don’t know his fucking name!” he nearly shouted. I flinched. “The one you were at the deli with.”
“Brian.” I repeated. “He’s just someone I’ve been seeing off and on.” I shook my head. “Why are you so upset? Surely my private life has nothing to do with my job.”
His face was pale, flushed on his cheekbones. He looked furious. “I don’t want you seeing him again!”
Now I was angry. “It’s none of your business if I’m dating someone, Ethan! You are my boss. I am your employee. You have no stake in my personal life!”
“Are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Dating him!”
“Not yet!” My voice was raised now too. We’d gotten closer as we’d argued, and I was leaning up on my toes, straining to be as tall as he was. His face was inches from mine.
“Good,” he growled, and he grabbed my waist, his mouth landing on mine with a force unmatched by his previous kisses.
I hated myself in that instant. I hated the way I melted into him, my lips opening under his. My whole body felt flushed with desire the second his hands were on me, my skin welcoming his touch. I couldn’t help how much I wanted him. The tension was always there when I was near him, and I’d gotten good at ignoring it…until he was this close. Until he was touching me.
He backed me up against his desk, the edge pressing into my ass as his fingers dug into my waist, his mouth still pressed against mine. I moaned as one hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing over the nipple through the silk of my blouse. I was wearing a lacy, unlined bra beneath, and it sprang up, hard and firm under his touch. I gasped as he squeezed it, his hips rocking forward against mine. He was hard as rock, I could feel the heat of him through the fabric of his pants. My legs opened a fraction without thinking, my knees sliding apart as he pressed forward.
He groaned and grabbed me by the hips, setting me atop the desk. I’d picked today, of all days, to wear a skirt, and it rucked up my thighs, the material betraying me. His hands slid beneath it, his mouth on my neck as his fingers skirted up my inner thighs, found the silky material of my panties. His fingers dipped beneath the edge, the pad of his index finger stroking over my clit. I moaned aloud, my hand going to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as he nibbled at the curve of my throat, his other hand going to my breast.
My hips arched, I couldn’t help it. He was playing me like an instrument, his hand going under my blouse now, his fingers rolling my nipple through the lace of my bra. He kissed me again, his tongue sliding between my lips at the same instant his fingers slid inside of me, two of them, his thumb firmly on my clit, and he began to stroke them in and out of me.
His lips were on my ear now, and he was whispering. “Remember how I felt inside of you? On the carpet of your room? Remember my tongue, here…” and he swept his thumb over my clit, pressing down until I gasped and cried out with pleasure. “Remember my cock in here?” His fingers were thrusting slowly, stroking inside of me, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer.
“I want to feel you come, Elizabeth,” he murmured into my ear, his breath warm, making my skin prickle and my heart pound. “I want to hear you moan.”
I was so close. My hand gripped his waist, my ankles locked behind his legs to steady myself.
“Do you want me, Elizabeth?” he whispered, and rubbed his thumb over my clit once more, burying his fingers inside of me. I cried out, my head falling back, my back arching, my muscles clenching around his fingers as I came, my whole body shaking. “Yes, Ethan, yes!” I moaned, trembling as the orgasm washed over me. “I want you,” I whispered, my fingers tangled in his hair, and he pulled his hand away from me as I stopped moving, his hands going to his belt.
“Say it again, Elizabeth,” he murmured. “Say it again, and I’m going to have you right here on this desk.”
I looked at him, and for a moment the world paused, my body aching, still quivering from what he had just done to me. I could only think of one answer.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I want you.”
End of book 2
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Royal’s Possession
An Alpha Billionaire Series: Book 3
B
The Royal’s Possession
Chapter 1
Ellie
“I want you,” I breathed, my whole body suffused with desire. Vaguely, in the back of my head, I could hear the warning bells going off, knew that if I let this start, it wouldn’t end…not easily. But lust is a powerful thing to contend with, especially when it’s embodied in a powerful man.
Ethan was a powerful man. He towered over me, every muscle and line of his body rigid, the bones of his face tense with lust. There was nothing soft or giving about him in that moment. He wanted me—wanted to take me, and all I had to do was say yes.
I had said yes.
His hands were at his belt, metal clanking against metal as he unbuckled it. “Take off your panties,” he murmured. I did as he said, feeling like I was in some kind of fantasy as I reached beneath my skirt and pulled them off, letting them fall to the floor as he watched. His eyes were dark when he reached for my knees and pushed them apart, stepping between my legs. His hand went to the back of my head, fingers grasping my hair as his mouth pressed down on mine, and then I felt him inside of me, hard and insistent.
I gasped, pleasure washing over my body, and my back stiffened, my hips thrusting forward to meet him. From somewhere outside of myself, I couldn’t believe that this was happening, that I was being fucked on a desk in a penthouse office by my boss. I’d never imagined myself here.
But now that it was happening, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
He was still kissing me, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he plunged inside of me, and I moaned against his lips, trying to move with him. It was hard to do, perched on the desk as I was, and it gave him yet another modicum of control, keeping me pinned to the surface while he thrust into me, bringing me higher and higher with every stroke.
I reached for his waist, wanting to touch him, but he grabbed my hands, pushing them back onto the desk. “Hold on,” he growled, and sped up as I curled my fingers around the edge. There was a sense of helplessness about the whole encounter that made my blood rush and my nerves tingle, even though I knew it was wholly engineered. If I said I wanted to go, he would let me go. But there was just enough of a sense of doubt to make the whole situation so, so terribly erotic.
I could feel how erratic his movements were, could tell that he wouldn’t last long. His mouth was pressed against my neck, his groans vibrating against my skin, and I was gasping in his ear, my body winding tighter and tighter as I grew closer to the edge.
I felt his hips press tightly against me, his hands let go of my waist and press flat onto the desk as he came suddenly, his body shuddering as he moaned. It
sent me over the edge, too, and I arched backwards, my grip on the desk the only thing keeping me upright as I shuddered around him.
When the trembling stopped and the last rush of pleasure was gone, we were very quiet, taking in what we had just done. I knew that, regardless of what he said, this would change things. I wasn’t just a normal assistant anymore. I was an assistant who was sleeping with her boss. I couldn’t pretend to have control of the situation any longer. I remembered, suddenly, my Friday night plans with Brian and I felt guilty. I knew, strictly speaking, I hadn’t done anything wrong. Brian and I weren’t dating, not yet at least. But I also knew that Ethan would expect me to stop seeing anyone else. And my rebellious self flared up at that, determining in the space of a moment that I would go on the date with Brian. I wasn’t dating Ethan exclusively, either. And I would do my absolute best to be sure that what had just happened didn’t happen again.
Ethan stepped back, fixing his trousers as I pushed my skirt down and stood up, a touch wobbly, fishing for my panties on the cool floor.
Ethan started to say something, but I spoke before he could. “I think I need to leave early today, Ethan.”
I’d used his name, his first name, and I could tell it made a difference. He only nodded, not saying anything. He turned away then, without a kiss or a goodbye, facing the long windows as I gathered my things and left. I didn’t know what I had expected. I hadn’t really expected anything at all. But the curt, unspoken dismissal hurt somehow, made me feel cheap.
I walked home, not bothering to call a taxi. The wind whipped against my exposed face and neck—I’d forgotten a scarf that morning—but I welcomed the chill. It pushed me back into reality.
I had roughly a month and a half left here in my internship. Then it was back to school—and graduation. I would need to find a job. My dream had been to come here to D.C., but I wondered how truly feasible that was now. What if I spurned Ethan after all of this, and he blacklisted me to the other firms in the area? I had no doubt that he was powerful enough to do it. He didn’t seem like the type, but I pictured his face in his office today when he’d yelled about Brian, thunderous and full of rage, and I shivered. Perhaps the old saying about being scorned didn’t only apply to women.
