Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Carley
It’s almost the end of my first week of knowingly working with D.
I can’t believe the difference between this man and the one I dealt with via email.
We’ve gone over almost every aspect of Okeanós, and I already feel like I know his company inside and out.
D told me I was a quick study. He’s been so supportive, even going as far as asking my opinion on a few business decisions.
I don’t know if he went with my ideas or not, but the fact that he was genuinely interested in my point of view speaks volumes.
Unfortunately, that’s where our conversations have ended. There’s been no more talk of sleepovers at his place. No question of whether he or I still want to pursue anything further with each other.
Don’t get me wrong, there have been many looks exchanged over the past few days.
Slight brushes, skin grazes as we’ve exchanged folders, papers, or a pen.
That time he stood right behind my chair at my desk, leaning over my shoulder to explain something to me—don’t ask me to tell you what it was now because I’d never remember.
I silently begged him to take me on the desktop, then and there.
I barely recognize the person I’ve become this week.
But, I’ve been waiting for him to take me.
Like he did that night in Greece. After both of our recent talks, I figured I’d given him the greenlight to act on his wants.
That I was open to being the girl he’d masterfully taken in Greece.
If he’s waiting for me to make the next first move, I don’t know if I can do it. I need him to lead.
The sexual tension between us is thick. I would be shocked if someone hasn’t picked up on it, but I sincerely hope they don’t.
For D’s sake more than mine. I don’t know who on his staff knows about the incident with his previous assistant, but he doesn’t need someone finding out about us regardless.
And, god, the dreams I’ve had this week … Now that I know Nick is actually D, they’ve been getting even more depraved.
D is like a forbidden fruit, and I’m aching for a taste.
Last night, Saylor had to wake me up because she thought I was having a nightmare. She could hear me panting all the way from her room. It wasn’t until she turned the light on that she realized I was humping my pillow instead of trying to fight off the boogeyman.
I feel like I could come just from him looking at me.
I don’t know what’s happening to me, I’ve never felt this out of control before.
It’s scary, but I also kind of like it. When I got here on Monday, my clit started throbbing and didn’t stop until I got into the cab that afternoon.
Tuesday, it was more of the same, but that’s the night my sex dreams really started ramping up.
Yesterday, I woke up hornier than a frat boy, and nothing I did or thought about could help me quell the feeling.
It still hasn’t stopped, and we’re nearing the end of the day again. I’m so wound up I could scream.
“Carley,” D says from the doorway to his office, pulling me from my pent up, desire-filled trance. “I need to finish reviewing these semi-annual reports, but you can feel free to head home if you’d like.”
“No,” I answer, almost too quickly. “Um, I’ll stay and help so you can finish quicker.”
Quick finish, huh?
I swallow my lust and hope he can’t see the fire burning in my stare. Or maybe I hope he does. I don’t know.
“I’m not going to turn away your help, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
The way he rubs his hand over his chin, his five o’clock shadow scraping against his palm …
I picture us together, back in Greece. His beard is scratching the skin between my thighs as he eats my pussy like it’s his last meal.
The memory sends a gush of moisture to the silk between my legs.
Taking a deep breath, I try to form words.
“I want,” I clear my throat, dislodging my voice that’s caught there. “I want to help. I’ll stay.”
“Okay.” He smiles.
He turns and walks back into his office. I haven’t seen that dangerous gleam in his eye since Monday.
He knows.
Or has it been there, but I’ve been too preoccupied to notice? No, I would have noticed it more feeling the way I have been. I stand and straighten my skirt before following him into his office.
“What can I do?” I inquire.
“Have a seat,” he commands.
I take a seat on the sofa and cross my legs. The pressure it puts on my clit has me uncrossing and recrossing them at the ankle instead.
I watch him at his desk, pushing papers around, looking for something. Finally, he picks up a stack of papers and brings them to me.
“Okay, if the number in column B of this sheet is greater than the number in column D on this one, just highlight it for me. This means the department didn’t stay within the budget they proposed at the end of last year.”
“Got it. Let me go grab a highlighter, and I’ll be right back.”
I hop up off the sofa, but I don’t make it far before D grabs my hand and spins me back around into his arms. His lips crash into mine, and I feel like I’m going to come undone.
His hands roam my body over my clothing, and I relish every second they’re on me.
After another lip-locked moment, he finally pulls away from me, and we’re both able to catch some air.
“I want you so fucking bad it hurts,” he confesses.
“Me too. I’ve been so worked up these past few days. It’s crazy. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“I know you have. I’ve enjoyed watching your body movements immensely.”
“You have? I’ve been waiting for you to make a move like you did in Greece. I hope no one else noticed.”
“I know. It’s been agony waiting, but I wanted to give you the chance to first. And, no. No one else noticed. They don’t know you the way I know you,” I assure her.
“Are you an expert on me already, Mr. Anastos?”
I watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head. When they meet mine again, there is a storm brewing inside of them that captivates me. Like rough waves in the middle of the ocean, I want them to pull me under and swallow me whole.
“We can’t do this here,” he begins. Thinking quickly, he speaks again, “I’m going to send out an email that I’m working from home tomorrow.
Then Izaak will drive us to your house. I want you to pack a bag and spend the weekend with me.
We can lock ourselves away in my penthouse and only come up for air to eat. We’ll need the energy.”
He stops talking only to kiss me again. But it’s short-lived before he tears his lips from mine once more.
“I don’t know if I can wait that long. I feel like a dog who’s gone too long without a bone to devour. Fuck packing a bag. I’ll send Izaak out for any essentials you may need.”
His lips crash against mine again. This time, he doesn’t back away to speak. He asks his question with his lips still firmly planted on mine.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“If I lifted your skirt right now, would I find a wet spot on your panties?”
“Yes,” I pant as his lips trace a path down my neck.
He pulls my blouse to the side and continues his kisses over my collarbone. I feel him rifling through his pocket for something, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s touching himself. Until I realize he’s trying to get his phone out.
He removes his lips from me and presses a couple buttons on his screen. Then he holds the phone up to his ear and pierces me with his gaze.
“Izaak, I need to get home ASAP. Are you close?”
Is he asking me that or Izaak?
Either way, I know my eyes tell him I am close.
So. Fucking. Close.
Close to losing all control and begging him to take me, here and now. Close to telling him I don’t care who catches us. I don’t care if it ends with me losing my job. I would suffer any and all consequences just for him to plant his cock inside of me and take me back to that night in Greece.
“Excellent, we’re coming down now.”
He ends the call.
“Get your things,” he barks.
If this were any other situation, any other person, I wouldn’t appreciate being commanded like that, but at the moment, I love it. I love his dominance over me. It’s new and exciting, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before.
I’m not thinking straight. I have plans this weekend, but right now, I couldn’t care less about any of them. It feels like this relationship is clouding all the good judgment I have and is about to take over my entire life.
When I get to my desk, the phone starts to ring.
In my lust-filled daze, I barely hear it. D struts out of his office as I reach for it and places his hand on my ass. Luckily, the lobby camera’s view is obstructed by the height of my desk.
“If you pick that phone up, I’ll finger your pussy until you’re about to come and then send you home without release.
” My head snaps to the left and my eyes find his.
The threat in his stare culls more moisture from me, and I abandon my reach for the phone.
“You go down before me. Izaak will be there with the limo, and he will let you in. I am going out the East entrance so no one sees us leaving together. Tell Izaak to meet me there. I’ll be down in a few minutes. ”
“Okay,” I respond, grabbing my purse and heading toward the elevator.
* * *
By the time D made it down to the car, he had already sent an email out to his staff letting them know I would be taking a vacation day tomorrow, and he would be working from home. He works very fast.
“Hello, Ms. Garrettson,” Izaak greets me.
Am I really surprised he already knows my name?
“Hello. Mr. Anastos would like for you to pick him up on the other side of the building.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
We drive around the block, and I see D waiting at the curb on the East side of the building.