Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle

by Delilah Wilde

  The first thing I did wrong was relying on the bus. It wasn't like I had much of a choice in the matter. I didn't have a car at the moment and spending money on a cab was out of the question. I could walk, but I was wearing heels that were so high that they became torture after two minutes. My only option was the bus. The city buses weren't exactly reliable by any means but I figured if I got one extra early then I would be safe. That would leave plenty of time for any mishaps to be avoided and for me to get there on time.

  The bus arrived at the stop outside my apartment a good five minutes early, so I thought we were off to a great start. I would make Nate so proud. He had done me such a big favor by getting me this interview. I never would have gotten it on my own.

  I fiddled around with my phone as the bus made its way through the city center. It was one way to combat my growing nerves, though the sounds that the bus was making were very disconcerting. Sure, most of the city buses had been around when my mom was my age, but they usually ran OK. I did my best to convince myself that the bus wouldn't break down, but the concerned looks on the other passengers' faces let me know that I wasn't imagining all the noise. It was clear that the bus was going to cut out at any point now. I just hoped and prayed that it could hold on another twenty minutes or so until we got to the office building where my interview was taking place.

  I was out of luck. The bus moved forward by what couldn't have been more than a few feet before stopping completely. I wasn't the only passenger who groaned at this but I was the first one to jump from my seat and demand to be allowed to get off.

  "We'll have an emergency bus in like thirty minutes tops, lady," said the bus driver, but I shook my head.

  "I don't have time!"

  So I had to run the thirty blocks or so that it took to get to the building, all the while carrying my portfolio and putting up with the excruciating pain from my high heels. I made a mental note to bring a pair of running shoes in my bag if I ever managed to get this job.

  I ran past block after block, wheezing and panting, trying not to look at my watch because I knew I would panic if I did.

  To my complete surprise, I reached the office building with ten minutes to spare. It looked like it was true what they said about adrenaline rushes giving you heightened abilities. In high school I had always been picked last in gym. I had just completed a run in six inch heels in record time.

  I should have walked straight into the building and stopped gloating, but I was too idiotic for that. I checked my handbag to make sure that I had my cell phone and everything I needed. I peeked at my reflection in a car window to ensure that my pencil skirt and blouse looked just the right combination of sexy and sophisticated, and that my hair wasn't a complete mess. My fatal mistake was opening my portfolio. I had planned to flick through it quickly to make sure that everything was there, but I didn't get that chance.

  The wind suddenly picked up and four or five pieces which made up half of my portfolio blew away. I screamed and chased after them, though my feet really were throbbing now, but it was no good. They had flown completely out of my sight.

  "Oh fuck," I mumbled, glancing up at the office building. This wouldn't look good. I had a choice though. I could either cut my loses right now, walk away and tell Nate that I got another job. Or I could do the right thing and go to the interview.

  It was so tempting to run back home as fast as I could and curl up under a comforter with Lucy and a pint of ice-cream, but I didn't give myself time to consider that option. I forced a smile on my face and marched straight into the building, half empty portfolio in hand.

  A receptionist was rather kind in directing me where to go.

  "It's the top floor. You can talk to Mr. Watson's secretary and she'll let you know if he's ready for you," she said sweetly. I thanked her for her help and stepped into the elevator.

  My mind flashed back to my first kiss with Nate in the hotel elevator. I wondered if he'd ever kissed anyone in this elevator for a moment, but then I put that thought aside. The receptionist had said Mr. Watson, so unless there happened to be another Mr. Watson it was Nate who would conduct the interview. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that yet. All I knew was that I was happy that I had taken his advice and worn a tight black pencil skirt that emphasized the shape of my ass.

  Nate's secretary wasn't as nice as the receptionist. She was as beautiful as I had expected any woman working for Nate to be, with long blonde wavy hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a pink fluffy mohair sweater that matched her baby pink nails. She frowned when she saw me.

  "Are you the four o' clock?" she demanded, before I had a chance to say anything. I nodded.

  "Yeah, Ruby Heron. Here to see Mr. Watson," I said, trying not to be intimidated by her obvious attitude. She rolled her eyes and pointed at the clock, which read a minute passed four.

  "You see that? If you can't tell the time, it says it's a minute after four. That means your late, Miss Heron," she said. It didn't feel unlike being scolded by a teacher for not handing in your homework on time. I wanted to stand up to her but all I could do was stand there and mumble my excuses. It was clear from the withering stare that the woman gave me that she didn't buy any of it. She looked at me like I was a piece of dirt that had spoiled her expensive shoe. I felt the urge to run home growing until Nate came out from the interview room.

  "Miss Heron?" he said, as if he didn't know me. God, even when he was interviewing he wore his leather jacket. The blonde woman scowled.

  "She was late. Her interview was at four and she arrived at a minute past. Almost two minutes past. I was about to tell her to go home," she said. I felt the blood draining from my face. She couldn't do that, could she?

  "But, but that's not fair! I tried to get here on time, I really did, but the bus broke down and I had to run and I made it on time anyway but then, after all that, half my portfolio blew away and I had to chase it down the street!" I babbled pathetically. Nate just laughed it off.

  "Don't worry about it Ruby, Cindy can be a real hard ass on punctuality. Lucky that I'm not like that at all. We balance each other out. Why don't you come on in and you can show me the remains of your portfolio?"

  I nodded eagerly and followed Nate into his office, glancing back to see Cindy frowning at me even more than she already had been. I had a massive urge to stick my tongue out at her, but I just about managed to resist. I closed the office door behind me and suddenly Nate and I were alone again.

  His office was beautiful, first of all. There was a giant window that filled the room with sunlight and gave a fantastic view of the city. It wasn't Paris, but it was nearly as beautiful. I could have stared out that window all day but I forced myself to look away.

  His desk was made of glass and there was a leather chair on both sides of it, and a large black bookshelf behind his own chair. Everything was neat and organized. The only sign of Nate's rebellious nature was the swimsuit calendar pinned up on the wall and his motorcycle helmet, which was resting on the windowsill.

  "Sit down, please," he said, as he took his own seat across from me. I obeyed. There was something oddly sexy about being in Nate's office. I guessed I liked his dominant side. But I couldn't let myself get distracted.

  I handed Nate my portfolio and he looked at the few pieces that hadn't blown away. He spent forever on each page, clearly analyzing every detail. I started to wonder if I was really as good as I thought I was. He wasn't saying anything.

  "Thanks Ruby," he said eventually, closing the book and handing it back to me. "There's some good stuff in there."

  I hated the word good. I craved words like great, fantastic and amazing. Good to me meant mediocre, just passable.

  "Just good?" I couldn't help asking. Nate smirked and I felt more at ease.

  "I'm teasing. You know you're brilliant," he said, before clearing his throat and returning to boss mode, "OK Ruby, so I've seen what you can do. I just have a few questions I want to ask you to see if you'd be suitable for this position. I
s that OK?"

  I nodded.

  "Of course it's OK. Ask me anything," I said. Nate smiled again and glanced down at the paper in front of him.

  "Great. Now, first I would like to know why you want this job and what kind of underwear you're currently wearing," he said. His voice didn't falter so I had to get him to repeat that last part. Had he seriously just asked me that?

  It was so obvious how much Nate loved to annoy and embarrass me, but I wasn't going to let him make a fool out of me today. No, I would keep my cool.

  "Well, I've heard fantastic things about your company and I really think that a fresh view in your graphic design department would help it to succeed even more than it already has. That's why I want to work here. Also, I'm wearing red lace lingerie with a red garter belt and black stocks," I said, smiling sweetly. I crossed one leg over the other and pulled up my skirt just enough so that he could see the lace detail at the top of my stocking. I saw his eyes widen the way they always did when he was turned on, but he made no other acknowledgment of my gesture. He quickly composed himself and looked back to his notes.

  "Those are two great answers Ruby. Now, I'd love it if you could just tell me about yourself. What are your hobbies and interests? What do you do in your free time? What's your favorite position? Anything along those lines would be great," he said. I had no idea how he was managing to keep such a straight face but I did my best to do the same as I answered his questions.

  "OK. I just turned twenty five last month which makes me a Leo. In my spare time I like to paint with watercolors and play with my pussy," I paused for effect, enjoying how taken aback Nate looked, "her name is Lucy and she's a tabby. My favorite position would have to be doggy, or girl on top because I'm a real go-getter."

  Nate couldn't help but chortle at my answer. He scribbled something down in his notebook.

  "Another great answer. You're a very articulate woman. I just want to ask you a few more things," He said, without looking up from the paper,

  "What can you bring to this company that your competitors can't?"

  I opened my mouth to answer but Nate wasn't finished. He looked up and stared straight into my eyes.

  "And how do you feel about me?" he asked. The second question was especially tough so I started with the first.

  "Wow, tough one," I said, pretending to think it over. I played with the top button on my blouse before undoing it, and the two underneath it. My red lace bra had given me a very nice cleavage that Nate couldn't quite keep his eyes off of, "I think I bring a certain special something to every role I undertake. I always work my ass off to make sure that all parties are satisfied."

  Nate nodded patiently.

  "And the second question? It's all right if you need some time to think about it," he said. His voice didn't falter but I could sense his nerves. I was nervous too but I did my best to not let it show.

  "No, I don't need to think about it," I took a deep breath and looked deep into his sexy green eyes, "Look, I know I've been a fucking idiot about this. A complete emotional wreck, actually. But I've been getting over a bad break up and the deal with you being my step cousin and everything just added fuel to the fire. I felt confused and lost and stupid. I still kind of do."

  "And the question?" Nate asked calmly. I took another deep breath.

  "I want to be with you," I said, “I’ve been so stupid and tried so hard to deny it because I was worried what people would think. But now I don't care. No matter what I do, I keep getting drawn back to you. It's like I'm a junkie and you're a big bag of the good stuff. Fuck, it sounds so stupid."

  Nate shook his head. He looked serious now, though I could see just the tiniest hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

  "No, that makes perfect sense to me," he said. The two of us stood up at the same time and within seconds I was in his arms and he was kissing me again. His strong arms engulfed me as he pressed me against his office wall. I had missed his touch, his kiss, his everything so much since we had last been together. Every kiss sent a bolt of electric energy down my body and I felt a familiar warmth between my thighs.

  "Fuck I missed this," he whispered into my neck, before kissing me. The few buttons that I had left done up soon hit the floor when Nate tore open my blouse.

  "Hey!" I protested, "That costs a lot of money!" Nate shrugged, laughing under his breath.

  "I guess you can buy a new one if you get the job, huh?" he said. I didn't like the word 'if' and wanted to argue with it, but then he kissed me again and I couldn't think about anything else. His hands teasingly caressed up and down my body before settling on my ass, which he gave a pleasantly hard squeeze.

  "I'm glad you took my advice," he grinned, in reference to the tight skirt, "But I think you should show me that red lace get up that you were telling me about."

  "If you insist," I said. I pushed Nate down so that he was sitting on the edge of his desk and looking at me as I stripped, a crooked smile widening with every item of clothing that I removed. I started with my blouse, which was practically hanging by a thread now anyway. I let it slide off of my shoulders, past my elbows and my wrists until it fluttered to the ground beneath me. It fully revealed my beautiful crimson lace bra with black detailing that made my breasts look incredible.

  Then I shimmied out of my tight pencil skirt until it had joined my blouse on the floor.

  Nate whistled at the sight of me in my red lingerie, stockings and heels. I shushed him though I enjoyed the compliment.

  "What if your secretary hears and walks in on us?" I said, as Nate pulled me close again.

  "That's a risk I'm willing to take."

  He kissed me deeply as his hand slid from my ass up my back, until I could feel him undoing the band of my bra. Most guys I had been with needed help with that kind of thing, but Nate was a pro and my bra was on the floor in no time at all.

  "Your turn," I giggled, pulling off his jacket and his shirt in turn. I had so missed the feeling of running my fingers down his hard chest and stomach. It was such a contrast to the softness of my own body, I couldn't help but appreciate it.

  Nate instructed me to lay down on his desk. I hesitated because there were so many documents resting on top and they all looked important. Not to mention that it was a glass table, and the last thing that I wanted to do was go crashing through it.

  "It's sturdy, don't worry," he assured me, "And as for all that shit?"

  He knocked all the papers onto the floor in one swift movement and pushed me down so I was lying flat on my back on his desk. I watched him spread my legs and pull off my stockings one by one. He pulled off my panties with his teeth, which made me laugh and turned me on in equal amounts.

  Nate kissed me on the lips once again, softly this time, before moving down my body. My pussy was aching to be touched and he knew it, but he took his sweet time, kissing every inch of me on the way down. He teased me until I couldn't take it anymore and just at the moment when I was about to start begging for some release, Nate buried his face in my pussy.

  I couldn't help but arch my back and moan as his tongue stimulated me in just the right places. I held onto him by his hair, urging him to go deeper, faster, but he kept a steady pace. He knew he was frustrating me and he loved it, I could tell. Suddenly, he slipped a finger inside me, and then another. The sensation of his fingers moving in and out of me as he kissed and licked my clitoris was overwhelmingly pleasurable. My knees began to shake and I knew that I couldn't hold on for much longer. Up until now I had been doing my best to stifle my moans so that bitch Cindy wouldn't hear them, but now I didn't give a fuck.

  "Oh fuck yes," I groaned as I felt myself reaching the point of no return. It seemed that Nate was not in a teasing mood as he let me enjoy my orgasm straight away. It touched every nerve in my body, causing me so much pleasure that I couldn't seem to do anything but lay there and moan. When I stopped seeing stars Nate was undoing his belt, looking at me with lust-filled eyes.

  "You look so fucking sexy righ
t now," he said, letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor. His cock was rock hard and ready to be inside me. I craved it more than anything.

  "Get inside me now," I demanded. I heard Nate's breathing quicken.

  "Wait, I want you to bend over my desk so I can fuck you from behind first," he said, smirking at me, "I know you like it that way."

  I didn't need to be told twice. I got off the desk and bent over so that my ass was up and my pussy was in full view. Nate had been working hard all day after all. He deserved a treat.

  He grabbed hold of my hips and slid into me in one fluid movement. I should have been used to the feeling of his cock by now but nevertheless, it took me a moment or so to adjust to its size.

  "I'm ready now," I said, looking back at him, "You can fuck me."

  For once in his life Nate did what he was told. He began to move inside me, thrusting into the depth of my pussy. It must have felt as good for him as it did for me because he grunted with every movement. I could tell it was his way of keeping his own volume down. I was a lost cause in that respect, as every movement of Nate's cock inside me seemed to cause me to make more and more noise. I loved every second of his cock slamming in and hot of my hot wet arousal and begged him for more.