This Man
Page 62
‘Please,’
‘How do you take your coffee?’
‘Cappuccino, extra shot. No chocolate or sugar.’
‘You’ll eat in my office,’
I shrug. ‘I’m easy.’ As soon as the words fall from my mouth, I snap my eyes up, discovering twinkling, green pools of delight and a very dirty smirk. ‘Not a word.’ I warn.
‘It wasn’t a question, Ava. John, give me twenty. Pete, did you get that?’
‘I certainly did, Sir.’
‘Good. Bring Ava’s breakfast to my office.’ He gives his orders out while staring at me with blazing green eyes.
My hand is grabbed, and I’m hauled through The Manor to his office. I jog to keep up with him, and no sooner has the door to his office shut, my bag is tossed to the floor and I’m thrust up against the back of it, my dress around my waist.
Fucking hell! Isn’t he here to work? He buries his face straight in my neck, my arms flying up to grip his t-shirt. I knew what was coming. When he focused those blazing eyes on me, I knew what he was thinking. But I’m still caught off guard by his ferociousness. Slow, prepared build up, or hard, fast pounce – the affect is still the same. I’m sucking in short, sharp breaths and ready to beg.
‘I knew it was a bad idea bringing you here. I’m going to get nothing done.’ His husky voice drums against my throat as he sucks greedily, his palms stroking up either side of my body, resting on my breasts and kneading through the material of my dress.
‘I’ll go then.’ I breathe. ‘Shit!’ The sharp thrust of his hips tells me that was the wrong thing to say.
The pressure of his body pushing me up against the door increases and his mouth crashes to mine. ‘Watch your fucking mouth.’ he grates between strong, swift strokes of his tongue. ‘You’re going nowhere, lady,’ He bites my lip. ‘Ever. Are you wet?’
‘Yes,’ I pant, grappling at his t-shirt. I only have to look at him and I’m turned on.
His hands leave my breasts, disappearing south, and I hear the sound of his fly zipper being undone, his no obstruction comment now perfectly clear. My knickers are yanked to the side.
I have no time to brace myself for the hard and fast that’s coming. He tugs one of my legs up to his waist, positions himself and slams into me, thrusting me up the door on a loud shout. I scream.
‘Quiet.’ he barks.
He gives me no time to adjust. He pounds into me repeatedly, punishingly, over and over, sending me skyward in pleasure. I press my lips together to refrain from shouting out, dropping my head onto his shoulder in delirious despair.
‘Do you feel me, Ava?’ he grinds through gritted teeth.
Lord give me strength, I think I’m going to pass out. He’s working into me like a mad man, urgently thrusting and gasping.
‘Answer the question!’ he’s shouts. How come he can shout?
‘Yes! I feel you.’
He hammers on, pushing me further and further into a mind spinning despair. I’m a second from bursting, the one leg I was stood on now off the floor from being pushed up the door.
‘Does it feel good?’
‘Oh God, yes!’ I scream as all breath leaves my lungs and I’m assaulted by his greedy mouth.
‘I said, quiet.’ He bites at my lip, the pressure bordering on painful.
The blazing fire attacking my core cracks, fizzles and ruptures, pushing me into a fevered bliss as I climax on a loud cry, his mouth capturing my screams as my mind goes blank.
I shake uncontrollably against him, but he drives on, shouting on his own explosion, his erection pulsing and jerking as he spills himself deep inside me.
Oh, good Lord, that was way hard and way fast. My head is spinning wildly. I’m in complete awe of what this man does to me. He’s a bloody genius. And in his office?
‘I might bring you to work every day.’ he breathes against my neck as he slowly pulls out of me, letting me slide down the door. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Don’t let go of me.’ I mumble into his shoulder. I can’t find my balance.
He laughs lightly, wrapping his arm around my waist to steady me. I blow my hair out of my face and find his stunning eyes in my field of vision.
I smile. ‘Hi.’
‘She’s back.’ He presses his lips to mine and picks me up, carrying me to the sofa and placing me down before he sets about tucking himself in and refastening his flies.
While he collects my bag from the floor, I rearrange my dress and flop back on the sofa, a smile tickling the corners of my lips. The contrast of his persona, from wild and demanding to tender and attentive, is a real brain burner. But I love both sides. He’s just way too good.
He comes and sits next to me, pulling me in under his arm. ‘I thought you could go up to the extension and start drafting some ideas.’
‘You still want me to design?’ I sound confused. That’s okay, because I am. I thought it was all a ploy to get me into bed.
‘Of course I do.’
‘I thought you just wanted me for my body.’ I tease, earning myself a flicked nipple.
‘I want you for a lot more than your body, lady.’
He does? Like what? ‘It’s Sunday,’ I pull away from his embrace. ‘I don’t work on Sundays. Anyway, I don’t have any of my kit with me.’
His frown line jumps onto his forehead as he reaches over and yanks me onto his lap on a slight scowl. ‘A pencil and a piece of paper?’ He nips my ear playfully. ‘I’m sure I can provide you with those, but I’ll be deducting it from your final bill.’
Essentially, yes, a few pieces of paper and a pencil is all I need at the moment, but its Sunday. I can think of a million other things I could be doing and would prefer to do. Besides, I don’t need to be sitting in the extension to start pulling ideas together.
But then I consider the possibility that he wants me out of his office. He’s got his rocks off and now I’m in the way. I can’t even get in my car and go. I remove myself from his lap as the door knocks.
‘Come in.’ he instructs, his questioning eyes resting on me.
I ignore them. The grey haired chap from the restaurant walks in with a tray and places it on the coffee table.
‘Thanks, Pete.’ His probing eyes stay on me.
‘Sir,’ He nods at Jesse and flicks a friendly smile in my direction before leaving.
‘Can I have some paper?’ I ask, picking the tray up and throwing my bag over my shoulder.
‘Are you going to eat your breakfast?’ He stands, his brow still furrowed.
‘I’ll take it upstairs.’ I don’t want to get under your feet!
‘Oh, okay.’ He walks over to his desk.
I try my hardest to ignore his perfect, jean clad arse as he bends and opens a drawer, pulling out an art pad and a tin of drawing pencils. What’s he got those for? They’re not your average stationary essentials. He walks back over, handing them to me. I accept, tucking them under the tray and making my way to the door.
‘Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?’
I turn, finding his questioning look has morphed into more of a glare. ‘What?’ I ask. I know what, but I’m not in the mood to stroke his ego.
‘Get your arse over here.’ He flicks his head.
‘How do you take your coffee?’
‘Cappuccino, extra shot. No chocolate or sugar.’
‘You’ll eat in my office,’
I shrug. ‘I’m easy.’ As soon as the words fall from my mouth, I snap my eyes up, discovering twinkling, green pools of delight and a very dirty smirk. ‘Not a word.’ I warn.
‘It wasn’t a question, Ava. John, give me twenty. Pete, did you get that?’
‘I certainly did, Sir.’
‘Good. Bring Ava’s breakfast to my office.’ He gives his orders out while staring at me with blazing green eyes.
My hand is grabbed, and I’m hauled through The Manor to his office. I jog to keep up with him, and no sooner has the door to his office shut, my bag is tossed to the floor and I’m thrust up against the back of it, my dress around my waist.
Fucking hell! Isn’t he here to work? He buries his face straight in my neck, my arms flying up to grip his t-shirt. I knew what was coming. When he focused those blazing eyes on me, I knew what he was thinking. But I’m still caught off guard by his ferociousness. Slow, prepared build up, or hard, fast pounce – the affect is still the same. I’m sucking in short, sharp breaths and ready to beg.
‘I knew it was a bad idea bringing you here. I’m going to get nothing done.’ His husky voice drums against my throat as he sucks greedily, his palms stroking up either side of my body, resting on my breasts and kneading through the material of my dress.
‘I’ll go then.’ I breathe. ‘Shit!’ The sharp thrust of his hips tells me that was the wrong thing to say.
The pressure of his body pushing me up against the door increases and his mouth crashes to mine. ‘Watch your fucking mouth.’ he grates between strong, swift strokes of his tongue. ‘You’re going nowhere, lady,’ He bites my lip. ‘Ever. Are you wet?’
‘Yes,’ I pant, grappling at his t-shirt. I only have to look at him and I’m turned on.
His hands leave my breasts, disappearing south, and I hear the sound of his fly zipper being undone, his no obstruction comment now perfectly clear. My knickers are yanked to the side.
I have no time to brace myself for the hard and fast that’s coming. He tugs one of my legs up to his waist, positions himself and slams into me, thrusting me up the door on a loud shout. I scream.
‘Quiet.’ he barks.
He gives me no time to adjust. He pounds into me repeatedly, punishingly, over and over, sending me skyward in pleasure. I press my lips together to refrain from shouting out, dropping my head onto his shoulder in delirious despair.
‘Do you feel me, Ava?’ he grinds through gritted teeth.
Lord give me strength, I think I’m going to pass out. He’s working into me like a mad man, urgently thrusting and gasping.
‘Answer the question!’ he’s shouts. How come he can shout?
‘Yes! I feel you.’
He hammers on, pushing me further and further into a mind spinning despair. I’m a second from bursting, the one leg I was stood on now off the floor from being pushed up the door.
‘Does it feel good?’
‘Oh God, yes!’ I scream as all breath leaves my lungs and I’m assaulted by his greedy mouth.
‘I said, quiet.’ He bites at my lip, the pressure bordering on painful.
The blazing fire attacking my core cracks, fizzles and ruptures, pushing me into a fevered bliss as I climax on a loud cry, his mouth capturing my screams as my mind goes blank.
I shake uncontrollably against him, but he drives on, shouting on his own explosion, his erection pulsing and jerking as he spills himself deep inside me.
Oh, good Lord, that was way hard and way fast. My head is spinning wildly. I’m in complete awe of what this man does to me. He’s a bloody genius. And in his office?
‘I might bring you to work every day.’ he breathes against my neck as he slowly pulls out of me, letting me slide down the door. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Don’t let go of me.’ I mumble into his shoulder. I can’t find my balance.
He laughs lightly, wrapping his arm around my waist to steady me. I blow my hair out of my face and find his stunning eyes in my field of vision.
I smile. ‘Hi.’
‘She’s back.’ He presses his lips to mine and picks me up, carrying me to the sofa and placing me down before he sets about tucking himself in and refastening his flies.
While he collects my bag from the floor, I rearrange my dress and flop back on the sofa, a smile tickling the corners of my lips. The contrast of his persona, from wild and demanding to tender and attentive, is a real brain burner. But I love both sides. He’s just way too good.
He comes and sits next to me, pulling me in under his arm. ‘I thought you could go up to the extension and start drafting some ideas.’
‘You still want me to design?’ I sound confused. That’s okay, because I am. I thought it was all a ploy to get me into bed.
‘Of course I do.’
‘I thought you just wanted me for my body.’ I tease, earning myself a flicked nipple.
‘I want you for a lot more than your body, lady.’
He does? Like what? ‘It’s Sunday,’ I pull away from his embrace. ‘I don’t work on Sundays. Anyway, I don’t have any of my kit with me.’
His frown line jumps onto his forehead as he reaches over and yanks me onto his lap on a slight scowl. ‘A pencil and a piece of paper?’ He nips my ear playfully. ‘I’m sure I can provide you with those, but I’ll be deducting it from your final bill.’
Essentially, yes, a few pieces of paper and a pencil is all I need at the moment, but its Sunday. I can think of a million other things I could be doing and would prefer to do. Besides, I don’t need to be sitting in the extension to start pulling ideas together.
But then I consider the possibility that he wants me out of his office. He’s got his rocks off and now I’m in the way. I can’t even get in my car and go. I remove myself from his lap as the door knocks.
‘Come in.’ he instructs, his questioning eyes resting on me.
I ignore them. The grey haired chap from the restaurant walks in with a tray and places it on the coffee table.
‘Thanks, Pete.’ His probing eyes stay on me.
‘Sir,’ He nods at Jesse and flicks a friendly smile in my direction before leaving.
‘Can I have some paper?’ I ask, picking the tray up and throwing my bag over my shoulder.
‘Are you going to eat your breakfast?’ He stands, his brow still furrowed.
‘I’ll take it upstairs.’ I don’t want to get under your feet!
‘Oh, okay.’ He walks over to his desk.
I try my hardest to ignore his perfect, jean clad arse as he bends and opens a drawer, pulling out an art pad and a tin of drawing pencils. What’s he got those for? They’re not your average stationary essentials. He walks back over, handing them to me. I accept, tucking them under the tray and making my way to the door.
‘Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?’
I turn, finding his questioning look has morphed into more of a glare. ‘What?’ I ask. I know what, but I’m not in the mood to stroke his ego.
‘Get your arse over here.’ He flicks his head.
