by Eden Proctor
This close, she couldn’t ignore how he towered over her, not in a threatening way but in one that reminded her of how strong he was, made her want to reach for that power.
She had kept her gaze centered to his chest, but lowered it in an attempt to suppress the emotions that came over her when she looked into his eyes. But as the moments passed she found herself looking up and then up again.
It took her a while to realize she had been leaning closer to him, was so close that their bodies grazed each other.
She wiped her eyes, blinked quickly, but she noticed that she made no move to step back.
They were barely touching and yet she was intoxicated, deep in his thrall and with no desire to leave it.
She thought her heart would pound out of her chest, and suddenly her entire being felt alive, tingling with need, thrilling with desire.
She swallowed, gulped actually, and then finally locked eyes with him.
He was an expert at hiding whatever he might be thinking, but when she met his beautiful eyes, she could not deny the desire that she saw in them.
Desire that only intensified her own.
She kept her eyes on his, realized that she had again moved closer, so close that her breasts were flat against his chest.
That got a reaction out of him, a subtle exhale that she might have missed had she not been so close, felt his breath echoing through her own chest.
Still, he made no attempt to move, and she didn’t either.
Everything told her that she should back away, that she was playing with fire.
But fire had never felt so good.
She had balled her hands into fists, and as the seconds passed, she unfolded them, first in increments, and then completely. Before she could tell herself to stop she was lifting her hands, laying them flat on the hard plane of his chest.
The sensation was one she had never felt before, the granite hardness of his chest underneath the soft cloth of his handmade jacket and shirt.
She curled her fist slightly, not sure whether she was doing so in a futile attempt to control herself or because she wanted to feel more of him.
Emily had come this far, so she gave in to the instinct that told her to get even closer, so close her stomach now brushed against the hardening length of his cock. Her breath came out in a hard rush.
She closed her eyes and then sighed again, closing her fingers even tighter. The intensity of her desire was mind-blowing. Never, not ever, had she responded to someone so instantly, especially not in circumstances like this.
But then, there had never been circumstances like this before. There had never been Daniel before.
She was again reminded of why she’d run so hard and fast, and that thought was enough to have her lifting her eyes. She did, and they clashed with his, dark, shadowed, promising things that she didn’t know if she’d be able to handle.
Somewhere, she found the power to speak. “I’m not going to pretend to be your fiancée,” she said, though even to her own ears her voice sounded winded.
His dark eyes flashed, and in the next moment he pressed his lips against hers.
Chapter 8
The taste of her lips against his confirmed something Daniel had suspected the instant he’d looked at her.
Emily was just as sweet as she looked. Sweeter. As sweet as anyone he had ever tasted.
Her warm body against his, her fingers curled against his chest only added to the feeling. And he found himself exhaling, kissing her deeper. He pressed his tongue between her lips, needy for her, his mind racing as his heart pounded.
The entire dinner had been a battle, one in which she had come dangerously close to taking the upper hand from him, something he had little experience with.
He had felt alive, driven, charged in a way that not even the biggest deal or most ruthless competitor created. He had expected her resistance, her pushback, but he had assumed a nice dinner and a few persuasive words would be all it took to change her mind.
He’d made a mistake though. He’d underestimated her.
Overestimated himself.
He had thought of nothing but her during the course of the day, and when he had first entered this apartment, he had felt that little twinge of attraction.
But he’d ignored it, thought he’d be able to get it under control.
She was spirited, interesting, but Daniel had gotten accustomed to being in complete control of his emotions. The near instant desire, a feeling he had been experiencing less and less of recently wouldn’t detract from what he planned, nor make him change his focus from his objective.
He’d been a fool.
When he’d come tonight, the first sight of her in the T-shirt that clung to her breasts, the pants that had molded to the curve of her hips should’ve been warning enough.
But he hadn’t heeded that warning, and had pushed on, certain that he could regain his footing.
But the dinner had done nothing to change that feeling. Had only intensified it.
Emily challenged him emotionally, and her body called to him physically.
During the meal, he had thought he would come on the spot as he watched her curl her soft lips around her fork, unable to think of little else but seeing her take the head of his cock the same way.
And even after that shattering desire, he had thought he could play with fire, that he’d be able to pull himself back over the line before he went too far. In fact, he had intended to see her inside and then leave, but that draw had pulled him back, and when she had touched him, it had been over.
He dug his fingers into the thickness of her dark hair and pulled her head back.
She looked up at him with passion-soft eyes and pouty lips.
He stared at her for a moment, trying to take the time to regain some of the control that he had lost. But instead of relief, he was pushed even further. He felt the silky mass of her hair against his palm, her breasts as they pushed against his chest, her thighs against his.
He breathed out hard, watched her, waited.
And with each second that passed he tried to tell himself to leave, remind himself that he had a clear aim and this wasn’t a part of it.
Trying to ignore the pull was completely futile.
He’d rather cut off his own hand than let her go, and when she sighed, snaked her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, he had no other choice. Daniel kissed the spot that her tongue had just touched, again tasting her and then he kept going, moving his lips down the curve of her jaw, across the soft skin of her neck.
He let go of her hair and worked her blouse open, kissing down the curve of her neck and to her breasts as he moved his hand up to cup them.
“What do you do to me?” he asked, his voice a trembled whisper that only hinted at the depth of his emotion.
Her only response was a sigh, one that broke off into a moan when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, tasting the bud through her bra. He kneaded her wonderfully heavy breasts and moved the other hand around to her ass, pushed her closer to him until her lower body was pressed against his, the feeling of her warm, soft curves against his cock driving him wild.
He wanted more, much more, but he also wanted to savor her, but he knew he needed to maintain some semblance of control. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders, and reluctantly let go of her breast long enough to do the same with her bra.
When she was bare, he looked down at her, took in the heavy roundness of her tits, saw the hardness of her pink nipple. One breath, another, and then he moved, giving in to the desire that would not be denied. He moved forward, took the hard bud between his teeth as he worked at the waistband of her pants.
When he finally got them open, he pushed them down and took her panties with him, then gripped her full thighs with his hands, moved his fingers across her soft skin and up until his hand rested against her covered pussy. He gripped her with his palm, then pressed the heel of his hand hard against her clit. She sighed out a hard breath, and he paused long enou
gh to let out a low, pleased laugh. Then he began to tease at her nipple, brushed his palm against her pussy in the same rhythm.
Emily grasped his shoulders tight, rocking against his palm, her breath coming out in needy little pants that had his cock unbearably hard.
He pushed two fingers into her wetness, then stroked along her silken slit. He teased her clit for a moment longer and then pushed two fingers inside of her again, his own breath hitching when her pussy again yielded to his touch.
Daniel released her nipple and then watched her, saw her face twisted into a pleasure-tortured expression as his fingers stroked in and out of her, her pussy so wet that her essence was dripping down his fingers.
This was not what he had anticipated when he’d come here, but it was truly incredible.
Emily was beautiful. Her warm curves filled his arms perfectly, and he hadn’t seen a sight more wonderful than her beautiful face twisted, her tight pussy clenching his fingers. Suddenly, he was driven by the undeniable need to be inside her.
He thrust once, twice, and then removed his fingers. The sweetly musky scent of her pussy filled the air, and he was driven with need to again taste her. His eyes on hers, he licked his fingers clean, knowing he would treasure the chance to spend hours tasting her.
Emily’s eyes lit, not looking away for a single second. He smiled, pleased at her disappointed look when he removed his fingers from his mouth. Eyes still on hers, he pushed his jacket off his shoulders and then reached for his belt. He was as naked as her a moment later, his cock as hard as it had ever been.
Then he walked toward her, held her in his arms as he led them back to her sofa. He had no thought except being inside her, so he gripped her thigh, lifted her leg and settled it on his shoulder. He looked down at her, her breasts with the protruding tips, the soft curve of her stomach, her wet pussy swollen, waiting for him.
And that was where he kept his eyes as he thrust inside her, watching as her pussy swallowed his cock.
The sight was amazing, beautiful, but was nothing compared to the feeling.
He braced his weight on one arm and then slid the other hand to rest at the small of her back. He thrust hard then, so hard he thought the couch would tumble over from his efforts, but he didn’t care. He could do nothing but take her, so he did, pushing inside her harder, faster, and savoring each of her heated sighs, the feel of her hands roaming his body.
He wouldn’t last long. Couldn’t.
But he wouldn’t go without her.
“Come for me, Emily,” he bit out.
“Yes,” she said on a strangled whisper-cry.
“Now,” he said.
He had barely gotten the word out when she screamed and her pussy clenched down on him as she cried out her completion. Her orgasm triggered his, but at the very last moment something came over him, and he pulled out.
He could do nothing but watch as he came, spurt after spurt of his cum hitting her skin.
A moment later he weakened, and he fell to his knees in front of her.
He lay there long enough to let his heart calm and then once he could breathe, stood and found his way to Emily’s bathroom to find a small cloth.
He returned a moment later, cleaned her skin. He was sad when his cum no longer marked her skin, but he knew it would be there again, knew that he would come inside her one day.
She still lay prone on the couch looking up at him, but when he finished cleaning her, he stood and pulled her up with him, nestling her naked body against his.
He hadn’t meant for this to happen, but for a moment, he thought it might be a good thing. Thought that maybe if he scratched that itch, he could keep his mind on the matter that was most important.
But that desire burned just as it had before. Brighter even.
There was something else, too, a tenderness that he didn’t understand and didn’t want to pay attention to.
Instead he kissed her again, softer this time, exploring her mouth with tenderness. He kissed her until he was hard again and she was breathless.
He looked down at her, saw the heat in her eyes. He didn’t know what Emily did to him, but he knew he was powerless against it. He turned her and then led her back to the sofa.
“Lift your arms,” he said.
She complied and arched her back, offering herself to him.
It was an invitation he couldn’t turn down.
He stood behind her, anchored his hands on her hips, and then thrust inside her. She was still wet, so she took him easily, and he moved inside her hard and fast, until they were both breathless.
It took little time until he felt another climax coming on him. He wanted to come inside her, for a moment thought of filling her with his seed, but at the very last second he pulled out, spilling his seed on her ass.
She stayed upright long enough for him to clean her off but then collapsed against him.
He held her for a moment, then settled her on the sofa.
He dressed quickly, his desire to stay the thing telling him that he absolutely had to leave.
He paused long enough to kiss her.
“See you tomorrow, Emily,” he said.
Chapter 9
The next day at work, Emily sighed and sank back against her chair. The day had been long.
The night before had been longer.
Emily had never been so sexually satisfied, or so confused.
Part of her wondered if this had been an element of his ploy.
She wasn’t sure, and her mind ping-ponged back and forth. He had been pushy, invaded her space, but she liked to think he wouldn’t have tried to fuck her to convince her.
Which wasn’t to say she was upset about what had happened. That passionate moment with him had kept her on edge for hours. It had been the most satisfying sex she’d ever had. It wasn’t like she’d had that much experience, but being with him had been amazing, and even now as she sat in her cubicle, her entire body was on fire.
Still, she was confused.
In truth, she was the one who had touched him first, and the passion of his reaction certainly couldn’t have been faked.
Could it?
She didn’t know. His demands, his ruthlessness, had left no doubt that he would do whatever it took to get what he wanted. He had told her as much, and made no illusions about it.
But some part of her couldn’t shake what had happened, thought that there might have been something beyond the out-of-control passion that had flared between them.
The desire in his kiss, the way he had touched her so intimately had to mean something.
She kept telling herself that, but she wasn’t certain.
They would have to talk eventually.
She thought back to the feeling of him inside her, skin against skin. Recalled her disappointment when he’d pulled out. She was on the pill, but they needed to have a conversation.
“Emily!”
Emily looked up when her name was called, hoped that she didn’t look as guilty as she felt.
But her boss, always disinterested simply said, “Daniel would like to see you.”
She thought she would jump with joy and also run and hide. She had known this moment was coming, knew that if nothing else he wouldn’t let her pretend she hadn’t agreed to go through with this. But now that she was on her way to see him, she knew that there was something she’d have to deal with.
The walk to his office didn’t take nearly long enough, so when she reached his office door, she paused. Breathed deep. Then she knocked on the door, and, after another deep breath, she entered.
She found him waiting. She had agreed to something she’d said she wouldn’t, but that wasn’t the main thought in her head. No, his reaction was preoccupying her.
He looked at her, but she refused to break the silence. He had called her here, and though she knew they needed to talk, she wanted to take her cues from him, see how he planned to handle this.
He cleared his throat, one of the few times she’d ever
seen him anything but certain. The moment passed quickly, though, and he said, “I need a copy of those documents you prepared for Charlie.”
She nodded. “I have it. I’ll send it up,” she replied.
Then she went silent, waiting. But Daniel said nothing.
“Is that all?” she finally asked, hating herself for breaking the silence but having no other choice in the matter.
He looked at her, his expression still unreadable.
“Should there be something else?”
“I guess not,” Emily said.
She stiffened and then turned to leave, but Daniel was faster.
He reached for her arm, and his fingers against her made her sigh.
“I—” He broke off, clearly considering what to say next.
“What?” she asked, her chest quivering. For a moment she thought he’d reconsidered the plan, seen the error of this whole charade. She felt a coldness seeping through her at the possibility.
“I want to talk about last night, but I figured we’d do that after I’ve closed the deal with Charlie,” he said.
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I don’t want you to think that whatever happened last night is a part of our arrangement,” he said.
Emily felt the tension on her face relax. She had thought exactly that, but to see him so earnest and honest as he worked to reassure her warmed her.
Also reminded her of the danger. Because again, without effort, he was influencing her emotions. She paused, stared at him.
“Thank you. I was worried about that,” she said.
He looked stricken for a moment, but then nodded.
“I understand. I’m an asshole, but not that kind of asshole,” he said.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said, lifting one corner of her mouth in a smile.
When he did the same, she smiled deeper.
“I’m clean,” he said a moment later.
“Me too,” she whispered. “And I’m on the pill.”
