Sex with the CEO: A Billionaire Romance (The Midnight Collection Book 1) (6 page)

              Annabel’s whole body felt split open by the length and width of him, the pain was intense but amazing and subsided after a few seconds into utter extreme pleasure. Her body bucked beneath him and he held onto her, soft thighs, licking them and biting them. He thrust into her over and over and his dick kept getting harder. Annabel felt everything and shuddered on the edge of the table, coming in a crashing wave of pleasure, unable to control anything. Her body spasmed, as did her sex and she clamped around Dexter’s cock, squeezing him tight and digging her feet into the base of his spine. Dexter knew he couldn’t hold on any longer, the sight of Annabel writhing beneath him, cumming over and over sent him into a frenzy and before he had chance to stop himself his balls exploded and he pumped a bucket load of white hot spunk right up inside her.

They collapsed onto the floor, underneath the conference table as Big Ben stuck one am. They had been fucking for a whole hour but it had gone by in what felt like minutes. It was the most intense and amazing experience of Annabel’s entire life. Dexter cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again.

“If only you knew how much I’ve wanted that,” he whispered, “You’ve driven me wild since the second I lay eyes on you.”

She nuzzled into him and took him all in. She felt so safe. He wrapped his arm around her and she closed her eyes. She didn’t want to leave, she wished they could have stayed there and for the night to last forever.

Chapter Twelve

Annabel woke up confused with no idea where she was. She looked around her and sat up, her eyes only half open and realised she was in Dexter Slade’s penthouse. She looked down and realised she was naked and pulled the sheet up around her. She could hear him talking, somewhere out there. She slipped out of bed and pulled on her clothes. She looked in the mirror. Even though some of her mascara was smudged down her face she was relieved that she still looked good. She had managed to keep her sexiness, even after being ravaged by one of the most amazing men she had ever met, all night long. She cast her mind back and remembered in a haze of excitement and lust how her and Dexter had fallen through the door of his building, how he had dragged her upstairs and into his private elevator, kissing her all over. He had kicked the door open to his bedroom and pulled her inside, throwing her down on the bed and licking her from head to toe, worshiping her and her body and making her feel like a queen. She almost didn’t believe it was real. She had never met anyone like him before, someone so powerful and in charge. She wanted and needed him to take charge of her. She remembered how he had spread her legs with his knees and plunged himself inside her again. They fit together so perfectly, the second his cock was in her pussy it was like she was in heaven. She felt a pulse between her legs and heat rising in her cheeks just as she thought about the previous evening. Somewhere outside the bedroom she could hear Dexter chatting on the phone. He sounded relaxed and happy.

              Annabel tied her hair up quickly and buttoned up her shirt, just enough to leave a tiny flash of her bra at the neckline. She opened the door slowly and crept down the hallway.

              Dexter’s apartment was a complete bachelor pad, it was clear he had never lived with a woman before and this made Annabel even more determined to tame him. She looked at all his artefacts from travelling and the dark marble floors. Everywhere screamed masculinity and she loved it because it was so him. Everything in there was so random, but it all went together perfectly, kind of like him. There were framed photographs of him on a beach at sunset, one of him on a superyacht in what looked like the Caribbean. She noticed a collection of large antique clocks in amongst his modern décor and technology and she felt her eyes pop as she saw six sets of car keys scattered across the coffee table. Annabel took it all in and felt overwhelmed. Everything in the place looked so expensive and yet it also looked lived in. She could tell he spent a lot of time there.

              “Good morning,” he breathed, coming up behind her and sweeping her up into his arms, kissing the back of her neck.

              Annabel smiled from ear to ear and turned around, Dexter kept his hands on her hips as he kissed her, taking her breath away.

              “Good morning Mr Slade,” she blushed.

              “I like that,” he said before kissing her again, “Always call me Mr Slade.”

              Annabel could feel him getting hard as he pushed himself against her.

              “God, I want you so bad,” he whispered, lifting her up onto the island in his kitchen and slipping between her legs. He was already suited up, showered and looked ready to step out of the door. “If only I didn’t have a fucking meeting.” He breathed.

              “Cancel it,” Annabel whispered in his ear and kissed him again.

              “Don’t tempt me,” he pulled her to him and kissed her hard. He reluctantly stepped back and ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t want to run out on you but I’m already late.”

              Annabel looked up at the clock and with a shock saw it was ten am.

              “Oh god, so am I!” she panicked, jumping up from the island and rushing past him.

              “Don’t worry,” he laughed, “I’ve spoken to Jed.”

              “What?” she spun around and glared at him, “What did you say?”

              “I said you stayed back late last night to help me with an urgent matter,” Dexter crossed the room to her and wrapped his arms around her again, “I said I’d given you the morning off and you’d be in after lunch.”

              Annabel sighed with relief, “Thank you,” she said, smoothing out his collar, “But I can’t help but feel that I have an unfair advantage now,” she bit her lip.

              “Use it,” he whispered, “I’m taking care of you.”

              He kissed her once more on the lips and bent down and picked up his mobile. “And the only reason I didn’t give you the day off is I want to see you again this afternoon.” He winked. “See you later.”

              He left the front door and it slowly closed behind him. Annabel stood in his empty palace of an apartment alone and looked around. She found her bag on the table in the front room and checked her phone. Laura had text her asking her where she was. She turned it off and made her way to the front door. She could have easily stayed and made herself at home but she knew if she went home, took a shower and went back to work not feeling so worn out she would be ready for Dexter later that day.

              As she stepped out onto the street it was a stunning spring day, the sun shone down on her and all she could do was smile.

By the time Annabel set foot in Crown House that afternoon she felt reborn. She had a skip in her step and she couldn’t shake the smile from her face. It wasn’t just that she had gotten laid and it had been incredible. She felt like a different person to what she had been the day before. Dexter had brought something out in her that was new and exciting. She sat down at her desk and flicked through Jed’s mail. As she turned to pull herself in closer she noticed instantly that there was a black envelope sitting on top of her keyboard. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands. On the front in silver ink it simply said;
Miss A. Winter
.

              Annabel opened it and pulled out an ornate and very expensive looking invitation. It was black and dramatic and she felt her heart race as she read the elaborately written words in big swopping letters.

The Slade Foundation cordially invite you to attend their annual black tie ball at the Museum of Natural History, London.

Friday 10
th
April 2015 at 7pm.

Annabel’s heart fluttered, she had an invitation to one of the hottest events on London’s social calendar. Her mouth gaped open. When she had been googling Dexter she had read about how once a year his family held a huge ball at an iconic London landmark to celebrate the beginning of Spring and to raise money for their favourite charities. Last year it had been held at Tower Bridge and now here they were taking over the Natural History Museum. Annabel hadn’t been there since she was a child but she had always loved it and she remembered the grandeur of the place and the amazing entrance hall. She bit her lip and was about to pick up her desk phone when it rang.

              “I have a dress for you,” It was Dexter.

              “How do you know I don’t have plans?” she teased.

              “Cancel them,” he said and she could tell he was smiling.

              “I’ll be outside your apartment at 6:45pm,” he said.

              “But what about the dress?” she giggled.

              “Come out naked under your coat and I’ll put you in it,” he whispered, “I can’t wait to get my hands on you again.”

              The line went dead. Annabel’s mouth gaped open. Did she really dare do this? Before she had too much time to even think about the world she was being pulled into Jed burst through the door with a stack of files and a coffee.

              “This is for you,” he passed her the take out cup, “I heard you were up all night and Mr Slade stole you from me,” he quipped, “Thank you for stepping in and helping him, I think you made a good impression, not like him to offer someone time off in lieu.”

              “Oh it was nothing,” Annabel smiled, “I was happy to help.”

              “Well sorry to throw all this at you,” he dropped the files in front of her, “But the tax year is over and the new one is on us, we’ve got a bit to get through that’s still straggling.”

              “No problem,” Annabel smiled, “I’m on it,” she opened the first folder and pulled her pen out from behind her ear. Jed thanked her and went through to his office. The second the door closed Annabel broke out in a huge smile again.
A good impression
, she thought,
if only he knew
…

Chapter Thirteen

At 6:40pm Annabel stood looking out of her window. She had left the office early and taxied home so she could get ready for Dexter coming to collect her. She had done as he asked and was naked underneath her big black overcoat. The only thing she had had to worry about was making sure that her make-up was perfect. So she didn’t feel so bare she had chosen a simple set of small diamond earrings and a bright red lipstick as her accessories, with a simple small black clutch. As the clock ticked next to her she felt her nerves start to kick in. She couldn’t wait to see him again. As she stood at her open window and saw the stretched blacked out limousine pull round the corner she knew it was him. The light in her street was perfect and it lit up the road making it look gold, the blossom from the trees was in full bloom as the limo crawled slowly to a stop in front of her building the back window slowly went down. Annabel felt on the edge of the earth waiting to see him.

              “Good evening Miss Winter,” Dexter leaned forward, peering out of the back window and smiling up at her. She smiled back and turned on her heel, she locked her front door and walked down the corridor and stairs to the front of her Victorian and out onto the street. She kept her hands firm on the belt of the coat, terrified it would somehow open or fall off exposing her to the entire road and flashing her neighbours. She found herself smiling at the thought and as she approached the door to the limousine Dexter got out to meet her and held it open for her. He looked fantastic in a tuxedo. She didn’t think it was possible for him to look any more of a refined gentleman than he did in his suits during the day, but seeing him in black tie took it to a whole new level. As she reached his side he brushed her hair behind her ear.

              “I hope you’re naked under that coat,” he whispered. Annabel looked up at him and he planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

              They climbed into the back of the limo and Annabel looked nervously around, to her relief ahead of them the screen was up so the driver wouldn’t be able to see them. On a hanger up at the window was her dress. A beautiful black backless floor length gown that took her breath away.

              “When I saw it, I knew it was the one,” Dexter said taking her hand and squeezing it. Annabel turned to him and kissed him. Even though they had only really spent one full night together she felt as if he knew her completely. He seemed to be able to read her better than she could even read herself. She sat back and undid the belt from around the waist of her coat, as she slipped it off Dexter’s mouth dropped open and he exhaled. He helped her slip the coat off and ran his fingertips up her legs and over her shoulders.

              “God,” he whispered, “The things you do to me.” He squeezed her thigh and kissed her, she could see he was hard already, his huge manhood sticking up proudly between his legs. Just being there with him, in the back of the limousine would have been enough for her. She wished they didn’t have to go to the ball but at the same time she was intrigued as to what and who would be there. She opened her eyes and touched Dexter’s cheek, he was getting carried away and she knew they were only moments from the museum. He smiled at her.

              “Here,” he said, taking the dress from the hanger and lifting it, “I’ll help you, I’ve got to calm down,” he laughed and so did Annabel.

              As she slid the dress on she looked out of the window as they flew through the streets of London, they were coming down Queens Gate and passing Imperial College, the museum was ahead and her heart pounded as she felt his hands on her as he pulled the dress down to her waist. It was so light and silky it made her feel amazing. Her nipples were erect and tender, she needed his touch. Not being able to pounce on him was hell.

              The limo pulled up outside the Natural History Museum and the driver got out and came around to the back. Annabel looked out at the crowds gathering and the flashes of lights. There was a red carpet leading from the gates up to the huge imposing entrance to the main hall.

              “There will be photographers,” Dexter said, “Don’t worry, we’ll be straight inside after a few pictures,” he stepped out of the car and held his hand down. Annabel took it and could hear and see the buzz of people out there. She was in a daze, she blinked as flashes went off in her eyes and she heard different voices calling, “Dexter can we get a photo?” and “Mr Slade, who’s the lady friend?”

              He wrapped his arm around her and turned her into the flashes, Annabel smiled and looked up to Dexter with a bewildered look on her face.

              “I wasn’t expecting this,” she whispered.

              “All par for the course,” he smiled sympathetically, before holding up his hand, smiling and saying “Thank you,” to the paparazzi.

As they walked along the red carpet into the entrance of the museum Annabel was not prepared for how breath taking it would be. She had visited when she was younger and had remembered how beautiful Hintze Hall was but what was in front of her now was like a dream. Candles and lights adorned the entire hall, there were harpists and pianists, waitresses with champagne and canapés. The huge vaulted cathedral like room was full of people and the ambiance was magical. It had been completely transformed and she looked up to Dexter and mouthed,
wow
.  She felt like she was in a movie. Everywhere she turned there were faces she recognised, members of the Royal Family with guards, television personalities and British Film Stars. Dexter held Annabel’s hand tightly and walked her along to the head of the room.

              “Was that the Duchess?” Annabel turned to Dexter and then looked back over her shoulder at a short, chubby woman in a deep blue ball gown. Annabel couldn’t believe how normal she looked, here she just blended into the crowd even though she was in line to the throne.

              “Probably,” he pulled her closer to him, “They come every year.”

              He didn’t seem phased, and why would he? This was just a regular day for Dexter Slade. “It’s beautiful,” she smiled, “what an amazing venue for it,”

              “We’re not staying long,” he whispered, “I have to come to show my face but the joy went out of this for me a long time ago.”

              “But, this is your foundation?” Annabel said, confused.

              “I’ve spent too long doing things that don’t make me happy,” he said, “My mother and father can’t even be bothered to come and make an appearance, I’m here for the family but after that I need to get somewhere quiet.”

              Annabel looked up at him, he didn’t seem comfortable there at all.

              “Okay,” she said, rubbing his arm.

              “I know what makes me happy now,” he said, stroking her face, “And I don’t want to waste time here and miss out on that.”

              Annabel smiled and her heart skipped a beat.

              Dexter was about to lean in and kiss her when the Master of Ceremonies called out over the entire hall from the centre point of the main stair case. Each step around him was adorned with candles and made it look as if he was walking on fire and a bed of light.

              “Please be seated,” he called. The hall had been completely cleared apart from the huge imposing Diplodocus skeleton in the centre. Large circular tables were filling the room and each one had candelabras on it, beautifully adorned and dressed with bouquets of deep red roses. Three exquisite and opulent chandeliers hung in a line down the centre of the hall and Annabel looked above her and saw the reflection of the thousands of candles glistening in the dangling crystals. Dexter and Annabel sat next to each other at the head table with a selection of Arab businessmen and a Hollywood actor that Annabel didn’t even dare look at. She had only just seen him in a movie a few weeks before and this all seemed so surreal. What was happening to her? One night she’s having a date with Dim Tim, which led her out of complete frustration to a nightclub, where she met Dexter completely by chance and now, just weeks later, here she was surrounded by some of the most powerful people in the world. She wondered if she hadn’t began working at Crown House if he would have searched for her like he said he would. His actions were speaking louder than words and she knew she had to trust him. She turned to him and squeezed his hand.

“I’m so unbelievably lucky to have met you, Annabel,” Dexter smiled, and he lifted his champagne flute to meet hers “Cheers.” He clinked her glass and they both took a sip.

              “What are we toasting?” Annabel asked.

              “Is that reason not good enough? That we’ve met each other and are here tonight?” Dexter laughed.

              “Of course it is,” she grinned, “It all feels like a dream.”

              “There’s a lot more to come,” he brushed his fingertips over her hand, “This is just scratching the surface.”

              “I want you to show me everything,” she whispered in his ear.

              “I like that,” he licked his lips, “It’s turns me on.”

              “Oh really?”

              “Yes.” He leaned in closer to her, “Sounds like you want me to take charge, I like that very much.”

              “Take charge then,” Annabel winked.

              Dexter grinned and leaned even closer to her, “Take off your panties,” he whispered in her ear. Annabel’s heart started racing, on how on earth could she do that without anyone seeing? She looked around at the table of power players she was sat amongst and shook her head with a smile.

“You’re crazy,” she whispered. The pianist was playing a beautiful song and her heart thumped in time with its dramatic strokes.

“I’m taking charge,” Dexter winked “Do it.”

She smiled at him, her mind racing. There must have been over six hundred people in the room and although they were all at their own tables, having conversations, she felt completely exposed. She scanned her table again and started blushing. She knew she wanted to do it but she was scared. She giggled to herself before she discreetly put her hand under the table and slid up her dress. Her heart bounced in her chest and she tried to be as calm as possible. The way the table curved meant that the man next to her wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing as the tablecloth provided a screen between them. She hooked her index finger into the band, lifted her arse up slightly and slid them past her cheeks and to the tops of her thighs. She giggled as she brought her hand back out and whispered, “They’re down,” proudly.

              “No,” Dexter shook his head, “I want you to hand them to me.”

              Annabel’s heart was beating so fast and hard she could hear it in her ears, this was so exciting, she had never done anything like it before. She put her hand back under the table and found her panties resting, still around her legs at the tops of her thighs. She slipped them down further until they were past her knees, then she let them drop and she felt them hit her ankles, resting on the top of her shoes. She wiggled her foot and bent down to pick them up, she looked around her to check no one had seen. The other men around the table seemed blissfully unaware of what was happening. Annabel held her hand out under the table, “There,” she said, “Take them.”

              Dexter grinned and shook his head again, “No, pass them to me over the table.” And he licked his lips again.

              Annabel’s pussy was pulsing, getting slick and wet from all the excitement, she was so turned on. She squeezed her thighs together to feel the delightful pressure between them.

“Go on,” Dexter smiled.

              Annabel nervously lifted her hand, inside it her lacy black G-string and she held it out to her side in front of Dexter.

              “Open your hand,” he laughed, “Come on Annabel, it’s fun…”

              She slowly opened her palm and exposed them, Dexter leant over and picked them up. She knew what was coming but when it happened she still gasped… he held them to his nose and sniffed deeply.

              “Your scent,” he murmured, “It’s intoxicating.”

              Annabel felt a rush between her legs, she was so turned on watching him in front of all those people sniffing her panties and getting off on it. She nervously looked around the table but the other men all seemed to be talking to one and other, none of them realised what was happening right under their noses.

              Dexter reached under the table and got hold of her hand, he pulled it towards him and pressed it into his crotch. His dick was rock hard and pulsing through his tux trousers.

              “Oh,” Annabel whimpered, her pussy aching for him.

              A waiter came to the table and began to fill their water and wine glasses, the whole time Annabel was grabbing onto Dexter’s cock, rubbing her hand up and down it through his trousers. When he left Annabel unzipped his flies and put her hand inside. Dexter groaned slightly and had to cough to disguise it. The actor looked up and smiled at them and Annabel smiled back. Dexter nodded to him and turned in to speak to Annabel, as if they were in deep conversation. “You are so naughty,” he whispered.

              Annabel grinned and slipped her hand further inside, into his boxers and felt his intense heat. He was blazing hot for her, his dick so hard she wasn’t sure she would be able to handle it, he was so big. She started to pump his shaft back and forth, and Dexter steadied himself on the table, trying not to groan out so loud the other people around the table would notice what was happening. Annabel looked around her, at all the people drinking their champagne and networking, at all of the famous faces and important guests, and that all of them were still unaware of what they were doing.