by Jenika Snow
“I’m so sorry. I should have triple checked them, Mr. Wright.”
God, I was hard.
“I’ve fired past interns for less than this.” Of course, there was no way I would let her go, but I also wasn’t lying.
Her eyes widened, and I instantly wanted to reassure her things would be fine.
My internships were coveted, and any little mistake meant I didn’t keep them around. But Harley was intelligent, career-driven, and she was an asset to my team. She’d proven that in the last two months.
“I’m so sorry.” She kept smoothing her hands down her skirt.
I didn’t speak for long seconds, watching her body language. “Relax, Miss Alexander. I have no intentions of letting you go.”
I meant that in more ways than one.
I saw her visibly relax.
“But I also can’t let this slide.”
She nodded. “I understand.”
This might not be a paid position, but chances were good that when an internship was completed successfully, they were hired on.
“You want to make this up?”
She nodded.
Fuck, I am a sadistic, selfish bastard. But I’ll make her mine.
“To make this up, I need you to come in this weekend. I want you to personally go through each file and triple check it; I’m not about to look like a fucking idiot because I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.” I was being hard on her; I knew this. It was my personality. I should have looked at the file beforehand, but I was swamped, had a lot on my plate and mind—mainly concerning how much I wanted Harley—and because of that I was slacking big-time.
Her posture was rigid, and the way she started biting her lip had fire moving through my veins. “Do you understand me, Miss Alexander?” I was now just a foot from her, my focus on her mouth, despite the fact I tried looking away.
I was getting hard, though, wanting her so fucking badly I was on the verge of exploding. What would she think if I told her I went home and jerked off to thoughts of her? How would she feel if she knew it was her naked body on top of me, her tits bouncing, her pussy strangling my cock, that filled my head as I shot my load into my palm?
And I would find out those answers. I would see if her face turned red, if her pupils dilated, and if her reaction would be deliciously shocked.
“I understand, Mr. Wright.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, and I fucking watched her to do that too.
God, I’m so hard right now. If she looks down, she’ll be able to see exactly the effect she has on me.
I want her to look down and see what she does to me.
“Good, then I’ll see you first thing Saturday morning, Harley.” I watched as her eyes widened a second, knowing she was probably shocked at the fact I’d called her by her first name. It was unprofessional, and even something as small as that was completely crossing the line, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was tired of waiting, and this weekend I’d show Harley exactly what it meant to be mine.
4
Harley
I knew this job would be challenging, but I’d had no idea working for this man would have me on the verge of drinking every single night. And it didn’t have anything to do with the fact he was so arrogant.
This had to do with the fact my libido was out of control where Mr. Wright was concerned.
He annoyed me, got under my skin, but the way I caught him watching me, looking at me like I was this sweet little morsel he wanted to get his claws into, had my body feeling like it was on fire.
But then again, he was so hard on me, and right now knowing I’d screwed up the file he’d presented to his team made me feel like shit.
He stood just a few feet from me, staring at my mouth, making me even more aware of his presence. He had me so on edge I felt like flames licked through my veins, and I stood on this ledge, waiting to crash down. I wanted him so badly, but I knew I could never have him.
He was my boss, and I certainly didn’t need an overbearing, career-driven man like him in my personal life, right?
“You can leave now,” he said, and I forced myself to take a step back. Could he tell I wasn’t only nervous but also aroused? I couldn’t help it. Being in his presence had my blood pressure rising to dangerous levels.
And the way he smelled … God, the scent was so masculine and intoxicating.
For a second I stared at him, knowing I needed to get out of there, breathe some fresh air, and get my thoughts in order. But I couldn’t move. Instead I took in the three-piece suit he wore, the dark blue material almost appearing black. His deep blue tie was in perfect place, and the white shirt beneath the vest was stark, crisp.
I’d never seen a man so masculine, the epitome of what I craved and wanted, but with Noah Wright I saw that, felt that, so much. It was like I was going to combust.
“Something else, Harley?” He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes heavy-lidded.
God, the way my name—my first name that was so inappropriate it made me hotter—rolled off his tongue in that sexual timbre made me instantly wet. I prayed the suit jacket I wore covered my shirt and that my nipples were hard. Hell, if it didn’t cover my breasts, I knew he’d see how tight the tips were.
And as if he had read my mind or I’d said the words aloud, he glanced down. The urge to cover my chest, to hide my body’s reaction to his presence, was strong. I didn’t want to, but I found myself doing it on instinct. I grabbed the edge of my jacket, closed it slightly, but all I felt was my breasts pressing together.
I saw the way he swallowed, the way his throat worked, and the way his entire body seemed tense.
God, the sexual chemistry I felt with him was so strong, but for the last two months, I’d kept busy, not about to try and let those emotions and feelings consume me.
I’m doing a shit job.
And I was. God, I was doing a shit job.
“No, Sir,” I finally said, smoothed my sweaty palms down my thighs, turned, and left. I swear I felt his eyes on me, and when I reached his door, grabbed the handle, and was about to open it, I looked over my shoulder. I don’t know why I did, but I caught him checking out my ass. He slowly lifted his gaze to mine, seemingly unashamed or apologetic that he’d just gotten caught.
No, he seemed pleased I’d seen him.
Noah
I lifted the bottle of beer to my mouth, stared out my window at the city in front of me, and thought of Harley. Maybe I needed to take a step back and just leave this as a professional relationship? Hell, it would certainly make my life easier.
Fuck. No.
Even if I did say no to wanting anything with her, forcing myself to keep this business only, she consumed my thoughts. She made me crazy with lust and the need to possess her fully. I knew aside from locking me up, I couldn’t stay away from her.
I finished off my beer, my cock hard, the fucker aching. Hell, it had been like this since Harley stepped into my office. And as the days, weeks, and months had progressed, that desire for her had only increased.
I reached down and adjusted my erection through my jeans, but the bastard jerked. I could have ignored the bastard, but instead I felt the alcohol of the last four beers moving through me. Not having any shame, I unzipped my pants, pulled my dick through the fly, and started stroking myself. I rested my head back on the couch, closed my eyes, and pictured Harley, like I did every time I touched myself.
She was naked on my bed, her legs spread, and her pussy so wet for me there was already a damp spot on my silk sheets.
Clenching my jaw, I stroked my dick faster.
“Touch me, Noah. Make me come with your mouth.”
My breathing became harsh as I heard her voice in my head.
“I want you to lick my pussy like you’re starving.”
“Fuck.” God, I could come right now if I allowed myself to. But I wanted to picture her even more, hear her filthy words in my head.
She pulled her pussy lips apart, letting me see how pink she really
was. I pumped my hand over my cock harder.
In my head I was now between her thighs, licking her cunt, sucking at her clit, and thrusting my fingers deep into her body.
And at those images, I didn’t stop myself from getting off.
I came long and hard, my jizz covering my hand and jeans. It seemed to last forever, my orgasm fantastic, but it also felt pretty damn empty.
I want to be inside of Harley when I get off. I want to fill her with my cum, make her take it all. I want to cover her in it until she smells like me, until I’ve marked her good and proper.
When I was sated—or as sated as I’d get with jerking myself off—I opened my eyes, my chest rising and falling harshly as I inhaled and exhaled.
Damn, I was a sick bastard for what I wanted to do to Harley, but fucking hell, would I do it all to her and more.
5
Harley
Friday evening
I grabbed my purse, made sure I had everything I’d need before I left, and headed out. I was about to pass Noah’s office when I heard him speaking to someone. I looked around the doorframe and saw him standing by the window. His back was to me, and he had his cell to his ear. It was nearing winter, so the sun was already starting to set despite the fact that it was only going on six. The dusky haze of the sun sinking below the skyscraper gave the room this ambiance.
I shouldn’t have stood there listening to his conversation, but it seemed when I was in Noah’s vicinity, I couldn’t find the reality or common sense to do much of anything but stare at him.
“I don’t know if I can get away from work, Deacon.”
My heart beat hard. I could listen to him speak all day long.
“I know it’s been a long time since I got away, but you know how things go.”
Just walk away. You’re invading his privacy.
“Yeah, getting out of the city does sound nice, but I’ve been preoccupied.” And then, as I stared at his reflection in the window, I saw him look right at me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe. He’d caught me eavesdropping.
I tried thinking of an excuse as to why I was just standing there, but nothing came to mind.
“I have to go, Deacon. Tell Mom I’ll talk to her later.”
He hung up but didn’t move for long seconds. Instead we stared at each other, or actually I stared at his reflection as he gazed at mine.
And then he did turn around.
“You enjoy listening to other people’s private conversations, Miss Alexander?”
I got a little tingle. It didn’t matter if he was being formal or just speaking my first name. The way he it in general had pleasure shooting through me.
“I’m sorry,” I finally said. “I didn’t mean to listen to your conversation.” I didn’t know what else to say, so instead of putting my foot in my mouth and making this already awkward situation worse, I snapped my mouth shut.
I just need to get the hell out of here.
“I’m sorry again,” I said and turned to leave. But I only took two steps before Noah called for me. When I turned around, I gasped. He was right behind me. We were inches apart, and the scent of his cologne filled my head. I was pretty sure I swayed a little from it.
“I want you here bright and early tomorrow morning.”
For a second I didn’t know what he was talking about. I felt myself blink several times after he spoke.
“Tomorrow, to go over the files you put together.” He lifted a brow, not saying it like a bastard, but almost like he found humor in the fact I was having a serious malfunction right now.
“Yes, of course. But if the office is closed on the weekends, how will I get in?”
He smirked, and damn, did it look good on him.
“I’ll be here.”
I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing given how I felt about him, but I also couldn’t deny I liked knowing we’d be the only ones here.
I just need to keep this professional.
Harley
“Do you have the files for me, Sir?”
He leaned back behind his desk and stared up at me.
I’d come in this morning to find him waiting for me at the front entrance of the building. The silence had been intense as we rode up in the elevator together, and although he hadn’t said anything, I certainly felt his eyes on me. His attitude might suck, and he might be so arrogant and demanding it grated on my nerves, but I couldn’t ignore how I felt about him.
Although he was still impeccably dressed, he wasn’t wearing his normal three-piece suit; instead, he was more dressed down than I’d ever seen him, and he looked damn good in his button-up shirt and khaki pants. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone, and I saw the thick, muscular arch of his neck and part of his chest.
For a second all he did was stare at me, not speaking. But then again, he said enough without actually speaking. Noah had this air of self-confidence that surrounded him constantly. It was intimidating, a little unnerving, and it turned me on.
“And you are prepared to go through every file and make sure there are no mistakes?” He lifted a brow.
God, he could be such a bastard, but his voice was so deep, so husky that I felt it touch every part of me. “Of course, Sir.”
A moment of silence passed.
“What if I said I don’t give a fuck about the files, Harley?”
I felt confusion fill me. “Excuse me, Sir?”
“I can get anyone to look over those.”
“Um, then, with no disrespect, why have me come in for that, Mr. Wright?”
Did you do this on my day off to be an extra-special asshole?
But he didn’t respond right away, and I felt my anger grow. Yes, he was my boss, and yes, I wanted him like some kind of desperate fiend, but to call me to work for a specific project with no intentions of me actually doing it?
What the fuck?
“Mr. Wright?” Still he said nothing. “So then you don’t need anything from me concerning the files?” I tried to be respectful, because even if this wasn’t a paid position, I knew if I made a good impression, I could get a job within the company. Wright Industries was one of the biggest names in the corporate development business, and I desperately wanted the recognition that went with working for them.
I might have money in a trust fund because of my family, but that didn’t mean I needed to sit on my ass. I’d worked hard for my business degree and getting this internship. I didn’t want to fuck this up because my boss was an asshole.
“For the files, no,” he stated matter-of-factly.
My anger grew even more, and I curled my hands into fists.
“So you called me into the office on my day off for what exactly?” I didn’t mean to have such a bite in my words. The surprise over that was written all over Noah’s face.
I need this job. I need to smile and be polite.
He didn’t say anything in response, so I nodded, deciding to chalk this up to him showing me who held power and control. “Okay, then,” I said and turned, but his voice stopped me.
“I don’t think I said you were done for the day, Harley.”
I looked over my shoulder at him.
He still leaned back in his chair, looking cocky as hell but also very pleased.
God, how could I have ever let my feelings override the fact this man was so fucking annoying?
6
Noah
I knew I was being a bastard and it got under her skin, but fuck, that turned me on even more.
She was pissed at me, and rightly so. She thought I was being a motherfucker by calling her in here for the hell of it. When I didn’t say anything more right away, she turned and faced me once again. I found myself standing and moving toward her, hating that I was being like this just because I liked getting her worked up.
I didn’t want her thinking I was this egotistical bastard, but I knew she did, as did everyone around me.
It was time for me to set all of this straight, let her kno
w my intentions, and go from there. Hopefully she didn’t knee me in the balls, although I probably deserved it.
When I was right in front of her, could hear that her breathing picked up, I softened my features, pushing away that wall I kept in front of me. I made sure everyone around me was at a constant distance; it made it easier to get my shit done. I’d never wanted anything more than was necessary with anyone.
But whatever it was, something about Harley made me want so much more. Fuck, I wanted her in every way, not just in my bed but also in my life. I wanted to have her as my woman. I didn’t want anyone else. Ever.
I think she was aware of the change in me. This expression crossed her features, a little surprised, but she also relaxed a fraction.
Without thinking, this instinct and possessiveness moved through me. I lifted my hand and pushed the fall of her hair away from her shoulder. She sucked in a breath at the touch, but I liked that, loved that she was reacting. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat anything, wasn’t going to try and lie about any of it. Two months had passed, and I was ready to stake my claim, make her know I wanted her.
I could tell I affected her in more than one way, but whether she’d embrace that remained to be seen.
“Mr. Wright.” She whispered my name.
“You’ll call me Noah. I need you to call me that.”
I stared at her lips. I wasn’t the type of man that gave in to anyone or anything, but for Harley I’d gladly give her my entire world.
Insta-everything was going on with me where it concerned her, and I wasn’t about to ignore this, not when it was the first real thing I’d ever felt. I wasn’t going to pretend that this was a passing, superficial experience.
This was fucking real.
I saw the emotion flash across her face, the confusion, the war. She wanted me; I knew that by the way she acted toward me and by her body language. But she was trying to keep her composure, trying to keep this wall between us. I sensed that, felt it since I was trying to do that myself.
