4. Drew
DREW
I gripthe leather seat when the limo swerves, my head a dizzy mess of thoughts and raw desire.
When I sent Eliza that bullshit email about taking her out for “Virtual Assistant Appreciation Day,” I was sure she would turn me down.
Now here we are, dry humping like teenagers in the back of my limo.
Eliza tastes like heaven, her soft lips moving against mine as she grinds in my lap. I grab her hips and pull her tighter against me. I’m so fucking hard that I could drill through steel.
“So fucking sexy,” I groan as she tangles her fingers in my hair. “Love the sounds you make when you get turned on.”
Eliza only whimpers in response, her breath coming fast.
Who knew my sweet little secretary had such a wild side?
The limo pulls up outside the office a second later, tires screeching on the pavement. The back entrance to the building is secluded, meant for discreet visits—or escapes—and it’s never felt more appropriate than right now.
I throw open the limo door and haul Eliza onto my shoulder.
“Drew!” Eliza giggles as she smacks my arm. “Put me down!”
“Not a chance, baby.” I slap her ass in return, relishing her surprised yelp. “It’s time for your punishment.”
Her whole body goes rigid against me, and for a second, I worry I’ve gone too far.
But then she relaxes, draping herself over my shoulder. “Yes, Mr. Donovan,” she purrs.
Goddamn, this girl is perfect.
I carry her down the hallway and over to the private elevator. Pressing my palm against the scanner, I watch the green light flicker and hear the satisfying beep of recognition. Donovan blood runs through these veins, and every inch of this building knows it.
As soon as the doors open, I pin Eliza against the wall and crush my mouth to hers.
She kisses me back fiercely, her hands roaming across my chest. I can feel the heat of her core against my stomach, her dress bunching between us.
I set Eliza on her feet, straightening my tie as I catch my breath. She leans back against the wall, lips swollen, and lifts her chin in challenge.
“Well? Are you going to punish me or not?”
The doors slide shut behind us as I stalk toward her. She wants to play rough? I’ll give her rough.
I grip her hips and lift her off the floor, pinning her against the wall. Her breath leaves her in a rush, eyes widening.
“Put your hands above your head,” I order softly. “And don’t move them.”
She hesitates, testing my resolve, but obeys. I press my body to hers, kissing a path up her throat. “Good girl.”
The elevator dings as we reach my floor. Time for the real fun to begin.
The doors open, and I usher Eliza into my office, her eyes widening at the sight of the sprawling space, all steel and glass with the Wyoming mountains framing the windows like a damn masterpiece.
“The elevator goes all the way into your office?” she breathes, taking in the panoramic view.
My smirk is half-cocked as I watch her reaction. “Only the best for the boss.”
Eliza’s gaze darts from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the plush leather chairs, then over to the massive oak desk that’s about to serve a purpose it wasn’t exactly designed for. “Only the best, huh?”
Her voice is a blend of awe and something else—a hint of that challenge I’ve come to crave from her.
I close the distance between us in two strides, tugging her flush against me. Then, I tilt her face up to meet my gaze. Eliza may be new to this game, but she’ll learn who’s in control soon enough.
“You’re mine now, Eliza. I can have you whenever I want, however I want. Do you understand?”
She sucks in a sharp breath, her cheeks flushing.
But she doesn’t look away.
Instead, there’s a flicker of excitement in those ocean eyes, and it lights a fire in my gut. This isn’t only about taking what I want—it’s about giving her what she’s been too scared to ask for.
“Say it,” I command. “Say you want this.”
“I want this, Drew,” she says, her voice stronger now. “I want you.”
That’s all it takes.
I’m on her in a heartbeat, my lips crashing down on hers, my body pressing her into the hard surface of the desk.
She’s mine—all sunshine and sweetness, laid out before me, ready to be claimed.
The world narrows down to the feel of her beneath me, the taste of her mouth, the sounds she makes as I take what’s been offered. Breaking the kiss, I drop to my knees, nudging her thighs apart.
Wasting no time, I swipe my tongue through her folds, relishing her sharp gasp.
She’s wet and trembling under my mouth, hands fisting in my hair. I lick and suck until she’s writhing against me, pleading for release. Only then do I give her what she needs, sliding a finger deep inside her warmth.
Instantly, I pause as another wave of lust spikes through me. “Sweetheart, are you a virgin?”
Eliza looks down with shame. “I’m sorry, Drew. I should have told you. If you want to take me back to my apartment, I understand.”
“Baby, are you kidding?” I curl my middle finger against a spot inside of her that makes her inner walls clench down around me. “I love that I’m the only man who will ever get to see you like this.”
Eliza’s eyes roll back in her head as I add a second finger and pick up the pace. “Drew, please, I-I think I want to come now.”
Fuck.
Hearing her beg nearly makes me bust in my pants right there. “It’s okay. You can come, baby.”
Watching Eliza fall apart for me is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My dick is rock hard, straining against my zipper, but I can’t look away from her face. From the way she bites her lip, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her.
Finally, Eliza’s breathing slows, and I stand and cradle her against me. She buries her face in my chest, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
“I love the way you look when you come,” I murmur, brushing my lips over hers.
Eliza giggles. “I love the way I feel when you make me come.”
I grind my hips against hers, letting her feel how hard I am. “Good. Because I need you to give me one more.”
A soft moan escapes her lips, and I dive in to capture it with my own.
“Please,” she gasps when I release her mouth.
“Please, what?” I nip at the soft skin of her neck. “You have to say it.”
“Please fuck me, Drew,” she whimpers. “I want to feel you inside me.”
My vision nearly goes black at her words. Instantly, I yank her dress up and over her head, then toss it aside.
“I swear, you’re perfect for me, Eliza. Perfect tits.” I pinch her nipples between my fingers until she squirms. “Perfect ass.” I slap her left ass cheek hard, then the right one. “Perfect pink pussy.” I spear her roughly with two fingers, and she moans. “Is this what you want, baby? For me to fuck this tight little hole until you make a mess all over my desk?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “More than anything.”
I shove my pants and boxers down just enough to free my cock before positioning myself between her legs. Then, I slowly notch myself inside her until I’m buried to the hilt.
Eliza cries out, nails digging into my back as I fill her. She’s so wet and tight it nearly sends me over the edge. I still for a moment, jaw clenched, struggling for control.
When the threat of immediate climax has passed, I start to move. Slow, deep strokes that make her whimper and squirm on the desk beneath me.
“Look at you. Taking all this dick your first time,” I groan, snapping my hips against hers. “Love that you kept this pussy so wet and tight for me.” I lace our fingers together, pinning her hands on either side of her head as I increase the pace. “Goddamn. Is this what you wanted? For me to pound this pussy so hard that you can barely breathe?”
Eliza meets me thrust for thrust, her moans getting louder and more desperate. “Please don’t stop, Drew. It feels so good!”
I have no intention of stopping.
Not until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from her body and filled her with my come.
Eliza Parker is mine to claim in every way possible.
“That’s it, baby,” I grind out. “Milk this cock. Take what’s yours. Make this pussy cream for me.”
A second later, we both hit our release. Gently, I lift Eliza off the desk and settle into my office chair, cradling her in my lap. She snuggles closer, her face burrowing into the crook of my neck as she lets out a contented sigh.
I glance around my office, taking in the mess we’ve made - papers strewn across the floor and an overturned lamp. But right now, none of that matters. I choose to ignore it all, deciding to bask in the afterglow. But then, a flicker of uncertainty creeps into my mind.
Did I take things too far? Push her into something she wasn’t quite ready for?
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask as I look down, searching Eliza’s expression for any signs of distress. “Sorry if I was too intense. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you your first time.”
She smiles. “No, it was perfect. That felt so amazing.”
Relief washes over me, followed by a surge of tenderness.
At that moment, I know—this is more than lust or desire. What we have is real, and I want to explore where it leads. All of it. The passion and the intimacy and everything in between.
I scoop Eliza up and carry her to the private bathroom attached to my office.
“Where are we going?” Her voice is laced with a hint of uncertainty.
“To get you cleaned up.” I kick open the bathroom door and flick on the lights.
The air here smells like lemon and cedar, nothing like the musky scent that clings to us. I set Eliza gently down on the marble countertop beside the sink and wet a plush towel.
“Wait,” Eliza protests, trying to pull away. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to,” I insist, holding her in place. “You took me so well your first time. You deserve to be spoiled.”
Her eyes widen slightly at my words and then she nods, surrendering to my touch.
I clean the both of us thoroughly, then I wrap her in a fluffy white bath towel.
“Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. And I did promise you lunch.” I grin, trying to lighten the mood. “How about we order something to eat from one of the apps?”
Eliza hesitates, biting her lip. “Don’t you have a meeting soon?”
“Shit.” I glance at my watch. It’s later than I thought. “Yeah, I do. But after that, I’m clearing my week.”
Her eyebrows lift in surprise. “Clearing your week?”
I nod, tossing the now-damp towel aside. “I’m taking a vacation starting this afternoon. And you’re coming with me.”