Chapter 2
BLAKE
I knew she’d say no.
From the second I saw the way she was looking at me, I knew.
Poor girl. I actually feel sorry for her.
She thinks she has it all—money, success, even a little bit of fame—but there’s a void inside her.
A void only I can fill.
I’m glad she said no to my time off request, though. Saves me having to fly home to break up with Veronica, my girlfriend who’s been cheating on me since I moved to New York City for this new job.
I can feel her eyes on me as I make casual conversation with Tasha and her friends.
Jealous, boss lady?
She’s doing her best to hide it, shooting me casual glances now and then from her queenly office, but it’s obvious. She wants me.
And the feeling is mutual.
She’s wearing a tan skirt and matching heels that show off her incredible legs. And even her blazer and blouse can’t hide the nice set of tits she’s got underneath.
She’s sexy as hell, but she’s not showing it off.
It could be because she’s trying to be professional, but I have a feeling she doesn’t have a clue just how hot she really is.
Our gazes meet again just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s Veronica. Sighing, I excuse myself from the conversation and step out into the hall.
The office is all glass, and I can still feel Kathryn’s eyes on me as I answer the call.
“Stop calling me. It’s over.”
“Blake, stop!” Veronica whines. Why is she still pretending I don’t know about her infidelity?
“Can we stop bullshitting each other?” I ask. “I’ve got a new job. You’ve got a new guy. It’s over.”
“Blake, I don’t have a new guy! I love you!”
She’s been using this excuse on me for the last week, but tonight, it really burns.
“You don’t know what love is,” I hiss. I hang up and block her number, then stuff my phone in my pocket.
That’s enough of that.
Honestly, I’m not angry that she cheated. I knew she wasn’t the one anyway. I’m angry because she lied and continued to lie after I caught her.
I can’t stand liars. I say what’s on my mind. I don’t hold back. Anyone who can’t handle that, well, I don’t want them in my life.
Kathryn’s watching me as I head back into the party, but I don’t look over. In fact, I don’t glance her way once for the next two hours.
How’s it feel, princess? Not being able to have what you want?
My body is humming with intent. Blood pumps steadily between my legs. My cock is engorged, barely held back by my sports briefs. But if anyone takes a hard look, they’ll see my bulge.
The party is starting to wrap up as I come back inside. Tasha skips over to me, her eyes flashing.
“Oops,” she giggles. “Look where we’re standing!”
I look up. Mistletoe.
“Ah,” I smirk. “Sorry, I can’t—”
“Oh, come on. It’s Christmas! Just a peck?” She twists her head, showing me her cheek.
I look over and see Kathryn staring at me. Her eyes are filled with desperation. Such an out of character look for a woman named one of America’s most powerful CEOs.
“Okay, just a peck.”
I lean in slowly…so slowly…keeping to the side so Kathryn can’t see what happens next.
Tasha is practically shaking as I bring my lips within a centimeter of her cheek.
You see this, don’t you? It makes you angry…
I kiss the air, then pull back. Tasha swats me on the chest. “That wasn’t a kiss!”
“Sorry.” I shrug. “That’s all I’ve got for tonight.”
She makes a disgruntled noise as I walk past her. Kathryn is steaming now, her cheeks an adorable rosy red.
I head into the kitchen and grab a seltzer from the fridge. When I turn, she’s standing behind me.
“What was that?” she hisses, closing the door behind her.
“What was what?” I chuckle.
“That!” She points behind her.
“Oh, that kiss?” I sip my seltzer casually. “It’s Christmas, you know? There’s mistletoe?”
Her whole body is shaking.
My eyes move down her neck, so slim and feminine. For a woman with such power, she really is tiny—delicate. Even with her heels, she’s barely at my shoulders.
Her skirt hugs her body just right. I bet it’s been tailored for her. Probably costs more than my car. I’ve never understood how women even walk in something so tight.
“Mistletoe? That’s your excuse?” she hisses. I’ve seen videos of her online, always so controlled, so professional. Now she sounds on the verge of tears. “Do you really think you can just—"
“I didn’t kiss her, Kathryn.”
She freezes, mouth open, pupils quivering.
“What?”
I step forward, and she steps back. I step closer, she backs up more.
“I can kiss you, though. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
She gasps. Her eyes go wide as she tries to focus on anything other than me. But I’m so close now that it’s nearly impossible.
“You cannot speak to me that way…I am Kathryn Meyer. I am the CEO of this company!”
I can’t help but laugh as I drag my eyes up and down her body, imagining the beauty beneath.
“You look like a scared little rabbit, you know that?”
She grasps the counter with both hands to steady herself, as if a faint breeze might send her to the floor.
I move closer, inhaling her designer perfume. I reach out for the hem of her blazer, but she twists away.
Her eyes move to my hands, and her lips part like she’s attracted to them. The rough hands of a guy who had to work his way through school. I don’t come from money like she does.
I bet she’s soft and smooth from all the expensive moisturizer and spa treatments, anti-aging diets and whatever pricy fitness regime she follows.
“You want me,” I say softly. “Just say it.”
A timid laugh falls from her lips. She raises a hand to her forehead like she’s checking her temperature. I can practically see it rising.
“You…are way out of line…”
“Say it,” I repeat, stepping closer, pressing my body right up against hers.
She’s looking down now. Right at our feet.
“I should fire you for this behavior,” she whispers, but she’s not talking to me—she’s talking to herself. As if to remind her that she’s my boss.
“Say it,” I growl, lifting her chin, forcing her gray-blue eyes to mine. “Or I’m leaving.”
The moment stretches until it’s nearly unbearable. With a sigh, I turn to go, but that’s when she says it.
“I…I want you…”
I turn back, pushing in closer so she can feel my hard cock pressing against her stomach.
“Say it again.”
“I want you,” she repeats, her voice barely a whisper.
“Good girl.”
I kiss her, and it’s the most incredible kiss I’ve ever had. She’s so delicate, so soft. But it’s like she’s never been kissed before.
She doesn’t kiss back. She lets me do all the work. When I slip my tongue into her mouth, she tenses up like it’s all brand new.
Is it possible she’s a virgin?
Can’t be. She’s thirty-one. What kind of girl hasn’t been fucked at least once by the time she’s thirty-one?
The thought turns me on like hell, though.
I reach down and stroke the bare skin of her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. She gasps into my mouth as I move up, sliding my fingers under.
Just like I thought—her skin is soft, smooth, warm.
I keep moving up until I feel the lace of her panties. I tug the fabric aside to find her pussy, bare and wet beneath…
…and ready for me.
“I…I can’t do this,” she blurts out. Again, I force her to look me right in the eyes.
“What did you say to me a minute ago?”
A wash of emotions play out across her beautiful face. Her eyes widen, and her lips tremble.
“I want you…”
“Then stop pretending that you don’t.”
I run my fingers across her smooth, waxed pussy lips. She better not have done that for someone else. But with her clear lack of kissing experience, I doubt it.
I stroke gently, teasing her a little, then drag a finger gently up her slit, causing a moan to drop from her lips.
Her entire body quivers as I find her clit and apply pressure.
“Oh my God…”
I dance my thumb across her button, making little circles. Her juices coat my fingertips, wetting her inner thighs. Her body is just begging me for more.
“Whose pussy is this now, princess?” I ask, using my other hand to grab her breast through her shirt.
“Yours,” she whispers.
“No one’s ever done this to you, have they?” I think I know her response, but I’m right on edge as she hesitates.
Finally, she shakes her head. “No.”
Fuck yes.
That means she’s mine, and I’ll have her in every way I want her.
“You like it, don’t you?” I ask, applying more pressure to her clit. “Bossing men around all day. Telling them what to do. But I’ll tell you one thing. You can’t do that with me, can you?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I can’t…”
Good. Now she gets it.
I keep going, applying more pressure, squeezing her tit through her shirt as she continues to tremble.
I can tell she’s about to come. She’s only seconds away now, dying to slide my cock into her tiny, dripping cunt.
But now is not the time. For either of us.
“Blake…” she whimpers. She reaches out and grabs on to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders like she’s about to get hit by a train.
And that’s when I stop. Completely.
Not only do I stop, I pull my hand out from under her skirt and step back.
“No. Not yet.”
Her mouth falls open, but she can’t find the words. She looks absolutely adorable—but almost heartbroken at the same time.
I lean in, bringing my lips close to her ear and whisper, “Meet me tonight at the motel on 8th and you can have the rest.”
I peck her on the cheek and walk out, my hard dick throbbing beneath my pants.
That’s right, boss. I’ve got a lot more for you, and you want it…