One Wicked Weekend (Fantasies, Inc. #1)

1. Chapter One

Chapter One

M arcus

I sat back in my chair as Cassie Adams marched into my office, her blue eyes flashing with displeasure.

I fought to wipe the smug grin off my face.

Finally, some emotion out of her. Satisfaction flowed through my body.

Cassie was ready to do battle, all buttoned up with her hair pulled back.

Earlier in the day, her hair had been down and two buttons undone.

I noticed. I notice everything where she’s concerned.

Maybe she was shoring up her defenses. It didn’t matter to me. She was mine now.

My intimate gift had the desired effect—her in my office. It didn’t escape my notice that she waited until everyone left for lunch to confront me. “Good afternoon, Cassie.” I kept my tone even.

“Don’t ‘good afternoon’ me, Marcus DeLuca. I’ve had enough. This has got to stop and stop now.” She stood before my desk, vibrating with what I wanted to believe was unfulfilled desire, but I knew better. She was also irritated.

It didn’t matter. She was here.

I’d picked my latest gift with care and the knowledge it would probably push her over the edge, right where I wanted her. I leaned farther back in my leather executive chair to ease the pressure in my groin. “What has to stop?”

I held my amusement in when she stomped her foot and a storm kicked up in those baby blues of hers. It took all my control not to jump out of my chair, push her over my desk, and fuck her. She did that to me—made me lose control—and I didn’t like it. I prided myself on my iron-tight control.

“Don’t play games with me. The flowers, the notes, and the gifts. It stops now.”

The time for teasing was over. She’d thrown down the challenge, and I planned to pick it up.

“I made my intentions clear two months ago. I told you the gloves were coming off, and I was going to pursue you until you gave in.” I’d made a habit of studying her, to see what made her tick so I could make her mine.

She’d never told me no. I’d respect her wishes if she did. But I suspected she didn’t want to and had no idea how to deal with me. Sexual chemistry had arced between us from the first day we first met. I wanted her like I’d wanted no other woman, and I was determined to have her.

“Yes, but…” Her gaze dropped to her feet, a delicate flush coloring her cheeks.

A flash of tenderness welled up in me at her indecision—along with the need to pull her into my arms and comfort her. But at the same time, I wanted to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe and fuck her until she screamed my name.

“I can’t take this anymore.” Her voice was whisper soft, but I heard the words as clear as if she’d shouted them.

My cock jumped. I would prove to her that I was more than just a co-worker, and I planned to show her a relationship between us could work. “What are you willing to give me to stop?”

Her head snapped up, and she gnawed on her lower lip. “Twenty-four hours.”

“Not enough. A hundred and twenty.” I was willing to negotiate with her, but she wasn’t going to get everything her way.

Her mouth opened and then closed. Her gaze darted left, then right, before settling back on my face. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head, trying to figure out her next move.

“Too long. Forty-eight.”

I stood and crossed to her. I needed to be close to her as we negotiated this agreement. Little did she know it was only temporary. “Still not enough. Ninety-six uninterrupted hours with you.”

Her nose scrunched and her lashes swept down, cutting off my view of her very expressive eyes. “Sixty. From six Friday night until six Monday morning.”

I noted the stubborn set of her chin. It wasn’t an ideal bargain, but I could live with it. I would not fail in winning her over. Leaning close, I whispered, “I’ll take it.”

Cassie exhaled, lashes rising until our gazes clashed. “What are the ground rules?”

“There are none.”

Her eyes widened. I had her now, and I wasn’t letting her go. I held her gaze, my tone hard and commanding. “No barriers. No rules.”

Her shoulders dipped, then straightened as if she was preparing for battle. “All right, but when the sixty hours are done, we’re finished. I mean it. No flowers, no gifts, no mention of the weekend. Ever.”

Without another word, she spun on her heels to leave my office. I hurried across the room and captured her by the shoulders before she made it to the door. I leaned over, my lips brushing her ear, and smelled her fresh scent. “Remember what I said at the party.”

Her swift intake of breath was my answer. She did remember.

“You belong to me,” I whispered.

“I belong to no man.”

I slid my hands down her arms past her clenched fists and encircled her waist, pulling her flush against my body. She didn’t struggle, but her breathing grew choppy. I pressed my erect dick against her ass. “You will belong to me, I promise.”

“For sixty hours only.” She wrenched herself from my embrace and turned her head to glare at me. “That’s all you’ll get, Marcus. That’s all it can be.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“There are sexual harassment laws you have to abide by.”

“Only if you file.” A smug smile crossed my lips.

“I will if you make one move toward me after the weekend.” Pivoting, she marched out of my office, treating me to her luscious ass as she walked away.

I closed my office door and locked it before returning to my chair. I gently released my zipper and pulled my cock out. It was hard and pulsing. Soon, I’d have Cassie beneath me and then she’d learn the type of man I am.