Wanted By The Billionaire Wolf (Heroes of Shifter Creek 4) (7 page)

“So, shall we look over the schedule?” I asked, trying to shake those thoughts from my head. Those were not things I needed to have clouding my judgment when I was in a meeting with one of our major investors.

“Of course,” Harry nodded, shifting his chair closer to mine. “Do you mind if I pull the blinds shut? There’s some glare coming in from outside.”

I nodded, and he reached over and tugged at the pull string, covering all the windows immediately. We were alone in our own little cocoon, and I glanced at him sideways as he walked back over to me.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” He smiled as he placed himself down opposite me again, reaching over to pick up his copy of the schedule. “So, what have you got on offer for us today?”

His knee brushed up against my bare leg, and I felt my breath catch in my mouth. Oh, it was difficult to fight the temptation to slide my hand up his thigh and grip at the erection I could just picture growing beneath his pants. I wondered if he was aware of the effect he was having on me; the answer was probably yes, judging by the way he was looking at my face, as if reading if for signals.

“Um,” I swallowed, trying to regain my composure once again. “We’ve got Grace’s release, which is coming out next week- we’ve got the launch party on Saturday…and you can see we’re trying to pick up the pace with new releases by signing on a couple of new editors.”

“Yes, that’s a good plan, expand your genres a little,” he replied nonchalantly. “You know, I’ve heard that erotica is doing very well at the moment. Perhaps you should consider publishing some of that.”

“E-erotica?” I stuttered. “What…kind of erotica?”

His voice lowered again, and he leaned closer, his knee pressing harder into my leg, parting me a little. “I was thinking about the kind where a horny divorcee does whatever her best investor says because he’s been fantasizing about taking her for years.”

My heart stopped. Okay. There was no equivocation now- he wanted me, right here, right now. I nod, trying to remain calm. “I think we could…look into that. For sure.”

“Good,” he leaned back, smiling cockily at me. “Now, climb on that desk and open your legs for me.”

My mind spun at his request. I had never done anything like this before, but he had me hypnotized. His power, his money, his looks…everything. If I couldn’t have Patrick, I’d have this sexy as fuck billionaire, right here in my office. I did as he said, lasviciously hiking up my skirt to reveal my cotton panties, letting my heels dangle over the edge of the desk. He pushed his chair back to look at me, and then issued another order.

“Take off your panties, and hand them to me.”

I obeyed, sliding the fabric awkwardly over my shoes and pushing them into his hands. Arousal, mixed in from my encounter with Patrick earlier in the day, was slamming through my veins, and all I wanted was a release, any release. He moved closer to me, so that his breath was hot on my cheek, and parted my lips with his fingers. He slowly pushed my panties into my mouth, till my lips were overflowing with the soft cotton, and then sat back down, admiring his handiwork.

“You look so good right now, Kelly. You have no idea how long I’ve been wondering what your tight little snatch would look like, or those big tits of yours. Unbutton your shirt, let me see them.” His words were harsh, arrogant, and even though my natural rebelliousness wanted to buck against him, I reached down and began to slowly unbutton my shirt. I reached around to unhook my bra and pushed it off my arms, revealing my generous D-cup breasts. I sat, trying to pull in air past the panties, my pussy and my chest exposed for him.

“Now, play with your nipples.”

I lifted my hands, and slowly took each bud in my fingers, rolling it with care until my nipples were hard and pert. The sensation sent shockwaves down my system, my pussy boiling over with desire. I managed to meet his gaze, and the way he was looking at me-like an object he owned, to perform for his lust- only added to the heat between my legs. I pinched my breasts harder, and let out a small, theatrical moan from behind my gag- if I was going to do this, then I was going to do this so well he came in his pants.

“Touch your clit, Kelly. Let me see you play with yourself.”

I had never been told what to do like this, and it was scandalous and insanely hot in equal measure. After all that time of being the one in control of a relationship, it felt good to give up a little of my power to let this guy tell me how to get myself off. It wasn’t like I hadn’t made myself come before, of course, but having his appreciative, lecherous eyes on me that whole time was even better. I slid my hand down, up my skirt, and parted my legs further so he could get a better view. With my index finger, I just grazed the outside of my pussy lips, causing him to inhale sharply. I knew how good I must look, as I moved my hand so that I could get to work on my swollen clit.

I struggled to maintain a loud groan as I came into contact with my sensitive flesh, every inch of my pussy slippery with evidence of my arousal. I began to move my fingers in slow circles, lingering in the sensation under my hand. This was the most turned-on I’d been in months, and I’d forgotten how much I missed simply handing myself over to my own sexual pleasure like this. My eyes opened long enough to take him in again, and by now he was rubbing a throbbing erection under his pants. He looked big. My pussy ached for him, suddenly desperate to feel his cock inside me.

“Use your fingers, Kelly; use them inside your pussy. I want to see you stretch that little hole.”

I was teetering now, knowing that I was getting closer and closer to my elusive orgasm. My hips instinctively moved against my hand as I pushed my fingers past my slit, moving them in slow circles so I hit every inch of the inner wall. I bit down on the panties in my mouth, trying to pull my mind away from the task at hand, to prolong this pleasure a little further. But I was almost there, my body readying itself, my hips bucking and my spare hand rubbing hard at my engorged breasts. I was just about to reach my peak when his voice cut through my reverie.

“Stop.”

What? On instinct, I pulled my hand free and looked at him, my eyes begging for an explanation. But he was already pulling me on to my knees in front of him, unzipping his pants to produce his impressive erection. I reached up to touch it, but he batted my hand away and pulled the panties from my mouth, sliding his cock in to replace them.

I sucked and licked as best I could as Harry held my head in place, allowing me to pleasure him as his dick sat deep in my mouth. His voice was more frantic this time, more passionate.

“I’ve waited years to see you like this, Kelly, on your knees, sucking my dick like a subservient little slut. I’m going to come in your mouth, and if you swallow every drop, I might just let you fuck me next time. You understand?”

I barely had time to look up at him before his cock exploded in my mouth, pumping jets of spunk down my throat. I swallowed as best I could, but I few drops leaked free. He let me suck and lick him clean before tucking his deflating erection back into his pants. I ran my hands through my hair, and tried to process what had happened. The pressure between my legs, my arousal at being used like this, was unbearable, even Harry reached for the door.

“No, wait, don’t open it yet!”

He ignored me, and pumped to handle. “Look, Kelly, if you keep your mouth shut, next time it’ll be your pussy I’m fucking instead of your mouth. Does that sound agreeable to you?”

My mouth dropped open, and I tried to protest. “You can’t just use me as your personal cum dumpster then leave!”

“What are you going to do about it?” He grinned that arrogant grin down at me, and then opened the door, letting it hang behind him. Pulling my skirt down, I leapt forward to close it, but not before someone outside got a glimpse of me.

Patrick was standing a few feet from my door, using the photocopier, and must have had the commotion- he turned around, and his eyes widened at the sight of me in my crumpled skirt and unbuttoned blouse. But there was something else there, too, besides his surprise-arousal. Pure, unadulterated arousal. For a moment, his expression matched mine, and then I slammed the door, sank to the floor, and slid my hand underneath my skirt for some relief.

As I pressed my fingers against my clit, I tried to process what had just happened. Sure, what happened with Harry had been hot, but here I was left to my own devices to make myself come. That didn’t seem right. And, even if he was a hot, sexy billionaire, I wanted a guy I could show off to my friends before he fucked me senseless. As my pussy began to clench and my orgasm drew nearer, my mind flashed with the image of Patrick and the way he’d just looked at me. The memory of the desire in his eyes sent me, with a single cry, over the edge, and I felt relief was over me as I finally, finally came. And it was then that I knew that, no matter what, I needed to fuck Patrick. There was nothing empowering or mojo-improving about servicing a man and having him leave me to finish myself; I wanted to give pleasure and to be pleasured, and I knew that Patrick was the man to do it. Now, I just had to figure out how to make that happen.

So I tried. I tried as hard as I could. I spent the week leading up to the party trying to seduce him every which way I knew how. I called him into my office in the morning, where I would perch on the desk, my perfectly smooth bare legs only a few inches from him, and try to avoid his oblique questions about what exactly he’d seen in his glimpse through my door on Monday. I refused to answer him, because there was something insanely hot about having a secret of that magnitude. I knew it shouldn’t have been such a turn-on for me, but it was- I was determined to have him, no matter what. But I didn’t want to fuck a spoken-for man, even if I could tell that my persistent attempts at seduction were making him waver. After all, for the last few years it had been him flirting with me, and here I was basically presenting myself to him for whenever he wanted to take me. And he couldn’t. I knew it was driving him insane, and the thought of him, lying awake at night, picturing the way my ass looked when I bent over my desk, made me giggle.

I got braver as the days went on and, by Friday, I did the unthinkable- I came in to work without panties or a bra on. I threw a jacket over my thin white shirt so that no-one would see my erect nipples beneath the fabric, and waited for Patrick to stop by for our morning catch-up.

As the door opened, I casually glanced up. “Oh, hey, Patrick.” I said, trying to sound cool, “How’re you doing?” Casually, I wriggled my arms out of my jacket and laid it on the back of my chair, taking my time to turn back around. I wanted to cheer with delight when I saw his face, goggling at the flesh straining at the confines of my tight shirt.

“I’m…good,” he replied, and the way he voice caught at the back of my throat told me that I was doing a good job. Damn, Patrick was hot when he was turned-on. His eyes darted across my body, taking in my legs in their high heels and the way my stockings disappeared up my short skirt. Yes, I knew it was totally unprofessional, but I had already allowed one of our investors to watch me finger myself. We were far beyond the “take it to HR” stage now.

“Glad to hear it,” I gave him a wide, sincere smile as I stood up and turned around, fractionally hitching up my skirt so he caught a glimpse of my bare flesh. “I wanted to talk to you about our options for this party tomorrow night.” I leant down to pick up my folder off a low shelf, and I heard Patrick inhale sharply behind me. Oh yes, he saw me, all right. He caught that glimpse of my bare pussy and asshole, and I could tell by the look on his face when I turned to face him that he was struggling not to vault the desk and take me right there. I sat down again, placing the folder out in front of him, and began to run through the music options. I could see him shifting uncomfortably in his chair, and was delighted at the effect I was having on him. He nodded along, occasionally letting out the odd vague sound of approval. I wondered if his brain was still hung up on the image of my shaven pussy, the glimpse I had just treated him to. Suddenly, he blurted it out.

“I want to come. To the party, I mean. I’ll come, tomorrow night.”

“Oh, I thought you had your engagement party?” I cooed gently.

“I’ll find a way out of it. I just really think I should be there, you know?” He said emphatically, his eyes darting momentarily to my nipples. He bit his lip, and I imagined those teeth tugging at my breasts. Squirming in my seat, I tried to focus on the victory I’d just won- he was going to be there tomorrow night. And free champagne, a very short dress, and the knowledge that he was going to be thinking of me all night long would be enough to push this into something real. I knew I was getting fixated on this idea- maybe a little too fixated- but every time I caught Patrick’s eye, I felt a flood of feeling down below, as if something was telling me that I needed to fuck his brains out.

“That’s wonderful. I look forward to seeing you there.” I flashed him a smile, and closed the folder, slowly placing it back in it’s spot so that he caught another tantalising glimpse of my now-damp pussy. “I guess I’ll see you then?”

He nodded, swallowing, then stood up. “Yeah, I’ll see you then, Kelly.” Turning, he stepped out of the office and made his way back to his desk. Crossing my legs I felt my bare flesh rub up against the inside of my skirt, and fought the urge to slide my hand between my legs again. No, better to save that all for tomorrow night. I had a point to prove, a man to fuck, and a cheating ex to get back at. It was on.

I spent hours getting ready for the party the next day. After all, it had been a long time since I’d had the excuse to dress up, as garage workers didn’t tend to get invited to many swanky industry events. Harry had also announced his intentions to come along tonight, and I wondered if he would acknowledge what had happened between us in that office. Part of me hoped he would, and part of me hoped he didn’t- I still wasn’t sure how I felt about the incident, past the fact that it had been super-hot but he’d also been kind of a dick. I wanted to focus on Patrick tonight.