To achieve my goals, I’ll do
anything, even put up with an asshole like Leandros Kaplan. Four years, five
tops and I’ll have enough money saved to fulfill my dreams of writing full
time. I know lying to him to get the job is crazy and stupid. It’s as crazy and
stupid as the requirement for his new assistant to be married. I’m not married,
and I’m not like his past assistants, the ones who dropped sexual innuendo daily and then would hand him their underwear when he
asked for reports. I’m a freaking virgin at thirty-one.
I swear I never thought I would fall for him, it
doesn’t matter that he’s a gorgeous Greek god billionaire, he’s also a jerk who
takes pride in being ruthless and cold-blooded. He’s so out of my league we
don’t even play the same game. He’s into dating double zero models. There’s no
way he would ever be interested in a plus size like me.
When he finds out I lied I’m not surprised he wants
his pound of flesh, I’m surprised he wants it in the form of my flesh, naked
for him. The retribution he demands is me, whenever, however, he wants my body.
I’ll give it to him, everything he demands. He doesn’t want my heart or tears,
only I can’t stop giving him both, and it’s slowly tearing me apart. Can he
ever forgive me for lying or will that one lie be the end of us?
“Tell me why you want to work for me.”
blink fast, her hands tighten in her lap, her lips thin then the ice is back.
“It’s a tie between the salary and the opportunity of working for you.”
Her voice is
cool, even. Her composure in the face of my own inner unrest infuriates me,
Clark is looking through me, no one has looked through me since Agatha. It
incites violence within me. “I would be lying if I didn’t say the money
mattered. With the money I’ll be making, things I didn’t think were possible
“Then there’s working with you. Despite
what movies and books want to make out, becoming a billionaire isn’t something
that just happens. Thousands of people work hard and never make it. There’s an
extra something that takes a person from million to billion that can’t be
taught. There are people who would pay to
be where I will be, but it’s me who will be paid, and very well.”
Now, I am on
an even keel. This is what I am used to, my money being the draw. It is
refreshing to have a person admit money is what brings them to me. For ninety-nine-point-nine percent of people I
meet, women and men, my appeal is my money. Only they want to pretend it’s
something else. Begrudgingly, I give Alexa Clark another point, in addition to
all the others. “You will earn your money. I do not keep banker’s hours, as you
can see. While I will not expect you to work as many hours as I do you will be
expected to be available to me every day of the week, to pick up when I call
whatever you may be doing. Is that something you are prepared for? To work for
what you want? What are you working for, Ms. Clark? What are your plans for
I am pleased
the question throws her. The ice melts for a moment. “I’m aware I’ll need to be
available, and I’m willing to be.” A
pause of hesitation. “I want to be able to write full time before I retire. That’s my plan for the future, working for
you will make it possible. I’ve completed three novels to date, with my fourth
releasing in a few months. My plan is after five years at this salary. I’ll be
able to live off what I’ve saved while I write full time.”
intrigued by her honesty. “What have you written?”
fiction, set in Renaissance Italy.”
I wonder if I have read her before. I enjoy reading for relaxation although I do not read as often as I would like. “I can
understand someone wanting to work with me if they were looking to start their
own company, or work for themselves. You write about Renaissance Italy what do
you hope to learn working for me?”
characters are various members of the Medici family. The Prince was written
then, and it’s still as relevant now as
it was then.”
reply earns her a smile, I have no control over. Her blue eyes glow in return.
“You believe I would make a good character study?”
Her head tilts ever so slightly, “I believe
I’ll never find anyone better to observe. I’ve never been able to pin down
Cosimo’s ambitious plans where he was always several steps ahead of everyone
else. I’d like to see it in action.”
“I do believe
there is a whole chapter on avoiding flatterers.”
flattery, and there’s fact. You’re the one who must recognize one
from the other. Because of course you’ve read The Prince. Did you highlight it
as well?” She responds with a quirk of those soft, plump lips.
Walking Elizabeth Ward to the elevator, I am satisfied by her happiness and effusive thanks. Dmitri
owes me twenty dollars, I managed not only to hire her. I turned her from an
angry shrew into a purring contented kitten.
was pretty.” The words are spoken the moment the elevator closes and in Italian.
I have to be wrong about the jealousy I detect. Yet when I turn it is clear on
her face. Her blue eyes are a storm of emotion. “You got what you wanted. You
really liked her.”
am drawn to Alexa, I cannot look away from her. From seeing her every emotion
and desire on her beautiful face to the brilliant blue of her eyes. I hear her
breath catch as she leans back in the chair behind her desk. My hands go flat
on her desk to keep from reaching for her.
respond in English, there can be no chance of misunderstanding. “She is very pretty.” Alexa’s face tightens then
her eyes fall from mine. “I did get what
I wanted, I always get what I want. I got the best person for the job. That she
happens to be a very pretty woman as well means nothing to me. She is now an
employee, and I do not fuck employees. Ever.” Alexa inhales as sapphire blue
eyes catch and hold mine and my cock screams for her. “That is all I do. I fuck, Ms. Clark. No emotions, just pleasure. Long hours, of
complete and utter pleasure, is all I want
from a woman. Only it is not enough for many women, they get greedy for more
than hours, they want days, weeks, months and several even want forever. All I
want are the hours.”
eyes are glittering sapphires, I want to see her naked in sapphires, a rope of
them at her neck, in her ears, between
her breasts. A long shuddering breath comes out of her, and I watch in painful fascination as her breasts sway. The ringing
phone snaps me out of the thick haze of desire. It reminds me where I am, and
who I’m talking to, at work to my employee, my married employee. Damn her for
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We had met on the
internet. You know, in a chat room, and arranged to meet up.
The plane had just
landed and I was extremely nervous, but excited. The things we had
discussed online had made my heart race, so many fantasies that we
had both had. Now that we were meeting up, maybe, hopefully, some of
those fantasies would be fulfilled.
I stood waiting at
the luggage carousel until I spotted my suitcase. The red satin
ribbon I’d tied on the handle now seemed like a little flag.
I’d dressed in a
slim fitting black pencil skirt, scarlet top and scarlet suede high
heel shoes. My underwear was especially chosen with him in mind. A
black lacy bra, a new black lacy thong, finished off with stockings
and suspenders. A short black leather jacket over the top created the
Even when I’d
retrieved my case, I loitered a few minutes longer by the carousel,
wondering what would happen when we met. Would I even recognise him?
We had seen pictures of each other, and he’d heard my voice. I knew
he was over six foot tall, and he knew I was a little over five foot
five inches, so he would be taller than me.
My hands were
sweating a little now, and my legs were shaking too. Would I be
able to go through with this? Would he? I nipped to the toilets, my
nervousness making me need a pee. I brushed my hair and reapplied my
make up, staring at my reflection.
I left the toilets,
making my way slowly through the double doors in to the airport
foyer, with my eyes firmly trained on my feet, worrying that I might
trip, or fall, or do something stupid. Suddenly, I felt his gaze, and
I just knew it was him. When I raised my head, and our eyes met, I
spotted him straight away. There he was. Tall, dark, and handsome,
and headed my way. It might have been cliché, but it was true, and
he was mine, for the entire weekend.
My throat hurt now,
and my heart stuttered in my chest. I stood stock still. As if my
feet were suddenly encased in concrete, I couldn't move. He didn't
falter, but instead gathered me up in his arms, then he was kissing
me. A long, lingering kiss. The sort of kiss you never want to end. I
dropped my bag and let go of my suitcase, oblivious to any one who
may have been watching.
When he began to
speak I detected the amazing Irish lilt I knew he would have and I
just melted, well it felt that way to me. He picked up my suitcase
and took my hand saying "I'm so glad you are here. My
friend is going to drop us off at the hotel we are staying at. Come
on, I can't wait for us to be alone."
We left the airport
hand in hand and walked to the short stay car park. I could see a
little white fiesta with a blonde haired guy in the driver’s seat.
Paul waved, and the guy got out and opened the boot. Paul put my
suitcase in, next to a large holdall, and we both climbed in to the
back of the car.
We sat there, not
speaking, just holding hands, staring out of the window. The town was
lovely and quaint, with the houses painted all different colours, but
my eyes kept drifting back to Paul. He began to speak
immediately, "We're almost there now. This is Michael, by
the way. We're meeting up with him and a few other friends later on
tonight." Michael glanced over his shoulder at me and added "Hi,
nice to meet you" Paul inched a little closer, our thighs
touching now. I could feel the heat of his body through his jeans.
Michael pulled the
car up to the front of a fairly nondescript hotel, called The
Mermaid. Paul and I got out, he retrieved the suitcase and holdall,
and we said our goodbyes to Michael.
As we walked in to
the hotel, I began to think about the first fantasy we had discussed
and could feel my face begin to flush. We approached the front desk
and signed in, picking up our keys in the process. The Concierge
enquired whether we needed some one to show us to our room. Paul
replied, "No, thanks, we can manage," and we headed toward
the lifts, opposite the desk. When he turned to me, his smile
was more of a grin. "You ready to take the lift, Sarah?"
I gulped, and
nodded. My mouth was too dry to speak now, as if it was full of sand.
We got into the lift, and the doors closed with a whoosh.
Immediately Paul had
me pinned against the side wall of the lift, indicating over his
shoulder to the camera blinking in the corner. "You remember
what we discussed?" Before I could respond he leaned in to me,
kissing me deeply, ferociously. His hands wandered down toward the
hem of my skirt and continued their journey up the inside of my
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taste something forbidden, and all that your heart wants is unattainable. How
does the heart handle the pain?
sexy and being the lover of a powerful woman is like taking candy from a child.
My life is perfect—I get all the release a man could ever dream about. One,
two, three ladies who cares? I’m happy. Until she walks into my life, a woman I
had never laid eyes on. I wanted her and I wasn’t going to stop until she was
putty in my hands. She was my new addiction. Only, little did I know that this
addiction was crossing a fine line. I never expected the impact she would have
on my heart, and now I was drowning. I was trapped in a world I wanted to leave
How will I
survive when my heart wants what it can’t have?
“Morning darling.” I startled as Peggy
placed her hands on my shoulders, squeezing before she landed a kiss on my
“Where’s your friend?” She walked over to
the coffee machine and started fiddling with the pods.
“She left first thing.”
“I trust she enjoyed her visit?” She
grabbed the mug and took a sip. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself, but I ended
up working most of the night.”
“She did,” I said as Peggy sat down on
the stool at the breakfast bar.
“Good, she certainly appeared to like
Luca.” She hitched her eyebrows as her overly sweet smile slipped just a tad
before she glued it back in place, “And I can understand why, what’s not to
I grinned in her direction purposefully
avoiding eye contact with her, not wanting to pass comment. I could feel my
cheeks heat as images of his gob-smacking body assaulted me. I stared into my
tea, hoping that she couldn’t see my face—I was certain that my thoughts were
stamped all over it.
“I’ve got a function in London today,
which means that I’ll unfortunately be staying in town. Luca’s not quite
himself, must be some bug or something.” She slipped off the bar stool as she
downed the last bit of her coffee. “I don’t know whether he’ll be about much,
but if he shows his face maybe you can entertain yourselves. Watch a movie or
“Are you sure he’s okay?”
“I’m sure it’s just a headache that’s
making him feel queasy. He’ll be fine. I think I’ve just worn him out and you
know what men are like…dying swans with anything.” She shrugged as she
deposited her mug in the sink, turning to leave. “Regardless, I’m sure he’d
love the company.”
I followed her out of the kitchen to the
front door. One of the staff already had the boot of her waiting car open and
was loading her suitcase and some other random looking cases into it.
My skin tingled as I heard the shuffling
behind me. Luca stood beside me looking rather pale, he looked drained and
stressed. I wanted to reach out and hold his hand. I wanted to wrap my arm
around him and tell him that I didn’t care about anything except him. My heart
dropped as he took a step away from me, his body tensed as Peggy walked back up
the steps to the front door.
“I am trusting you both to behave. I
don’t want anyone here whilst I’m gone,” she said, pointing her finger at me.
“Including that friend of yours!”
I laughed. She kissed me on the cheek and
then turned her attention to Luca. “Go and shake this headache off. I need you
fit for tomorrow,” she grabbed his groin and squeezed. He blanched, his Adam’s
apple bobbing as he swallowed.
“Of course.” He murmured as she went up
on the tips of her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth. His fisted hand
coming around her but not touching her or pulling her closer.
“You’d do well to remember what I told
you yesterday.” She flicked her tongue over his lips. He took a deep breath and
opened up for her and she dove right in like some predator ready to pick on her
I tried not to watch, the sounds were
enough to make me gag. She released him after a few moments and a one-sided
whispered conversation that had him flinching, and finally made her way to the
I watched Luca as he stood watching her
car disappear down the drive. He took a deep breath, his eyes glistening.
“Fancy a dunk in the pool?”
“I can’t. I’m not—”
“What’s going on Luca?” I reached over
and wrapped my hand over his wrist.
“Nothing.” He pulled his arm from me, his
jaw clenching as he turned back into the house. “Headache.”
“Talk to me, please?” I touched his
shoulder as he started shuffling back down the hall.
“Not now!” He shook my hand off and
carried on walking away from me, not once looking my way. “Please? Okay Emma?”
I closed the door and slammed my back
into it. I wanted to run after him and make him feel good. I wanted to make him
forget everything that was bringing him down and stressing him. I’d never seen
him like that. He was always so happy and chilled. I felt like I was missing
something and after yesterday, after seeing him outside the office and hearing
the way Peggy had ordered him in like he was about to be chastised.
I headed to my room. I was determined to
show him a good time without the worry of Peggy showing up. I stripped off my
clothes and put on a skimpy black bikini. I fixed the small lace triangles so
that they just about covered my nipples, the thin straps caging the plump flesh
like a harness. It made me think of the way his body had looked wrapped in the
leather straps. My pussy clenched and ached just at the thought. My nipples
hardened. I was breathless, and I could feel the heat radiate from my
libidinous core to my tingling skin.
I wrapped the thin black lace cover up
around me tying it around my waist and made my way downstairs. As I got to the
bottom of the stairs a smile formed on my face. My heart swelled as I saw Luca
already in the pool. His long arms rotating in and out of the water as he swam
his lengths, looking hot and devilish. He stopped halfway through a length as
though he could feel me watching him. His eyes squinting in the direction of
the house. I took long, bouncy strides to the glass doors, I stopped and smiled
“Are you coming in?” He made his way to
the side of the pool. His toned and muscled torso rippling as he walked through
the water. He was a vision. A god.
I approached the water’s edge. “I thought
you had a headache.”
He dove under the surface, his limbs
gliding through the water as he swam toward me. As he reached the edge of the
pool he lifted his head out the water, his hair sweeping back as droplets made
his stubble glisten, emphasising his chiselled jaw.
“Not anymore.” His eyes met mine and a
beautiful smile lit his face.
I stood there for a moment taking stock,
etching every sinewy line and ripple into my memory. I lifted my gaze back to
his as I untied the lacy cover-up. In slow motion I opened it a little more,
revealing my body to him. He took a step back into the water, his breath
audibly hitching as his big hungry eyes devoured me. I straightened my arms
beside me allowing the soft fabric to slip down my body into a puddle at my
feet. My skin puckered with the cool breeze. He licked his lips and quirked a
“Lascia que ti scaldi, bellissima.”
I had no idea what he’d said but either
way, I guessed it was hot and sexy. I sat on the pool edge before gently
lowering myself in. The warm water wrapped around me and I sighed as his arms
followed suit. The front of his body moulded to the back of mine. I let my head
fall back into his shoulder as he tightened his arms around me. He ran one of
his hands up my body, gliding it over every wet curve. I waited for him to
grope my breasts, but his hand just kept going until he cupped my jaw. He
tilted his face to mine, his eyes roaming over my face. My heart sped up as he
breathed me in. He groaned and I’m not sure why, but this felt different. It
felt like more, like I was more to him. I felt hot tears prickle the back of my
eyes, my body shuddered as his lips ran up my jaw to my ear in one flaming
kiss. I turned in his arms facing him as his lips murmured over mine. “Cara
He moved us slowly into the centre of the
pool. The water feeling warmer the deeper we went, or maybe it was just him
wrapped around me. I wasn’t sure whether it was him or the water, but in that
moment, I felt like the most important thing in the world. I’d never felt like
that in my entire life. I’d never felt like the centre of anyone’s universe. I
sighed into his mouth as my fingers curled into his hair. He tugged my long
dark strands so that my face lifted right into his. I thought he’d kiss me, but
he just caressed my face.
I dropped my head back into the water as
one of his hands travelled down my neck to my breasts. He hooked his hand under
one of my boobs and held me afloat on the surface of the water. His eyes just
ran up and down my face and my exposed skin.
“Sei la cosa più bella di tutta la mia
vita, la cosa più bella che mi potesse mai capitare.”
“I don’t know what you just said, but I
want to hear it again.” My nipples hardened as his thumb ran up and down the
side of my breast.
“Tu sei il mio tutto, Emma,” I swallowed
as his hands went to my waist bringing my body back to his. He kissed the
sensitive skin just behind my ear before whispering, “Everything.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders,
my legs wrapped around his waist as our chests rubbed. I felt his erection
trapped between us. My sex clenched, begging for the merge of our bodies.
He cupped my jaw with
both of his hands, his gaze eating into mine “Sei così più bella.”
He brought his face to mine, his lips
skimming mine. My tongue licking his lips as I ran it over my bottom one. He
gasped before desperately ravaging my mouth. His hands dropped from my jaw to
my arse where his fingers dug into my skin like he was trying get right under
it. He tugged me impossibly closer to him, his hold on me deliciously painful.
Luca lifted me up on to the side. I had no
idea how we’d got there, all I knew was that as my legs dangled into the water,
his fingers worked by bottoms off. He ran his mouth up my thighs sucking and
nipping at my flesh.
“I need to taste you.” He kissed the
smooth skin between my sex and my belly button. His eyes met mine as I caressed
the side of his face with my finger and then my thumb.
His hands brushed up the outside of my
thighs before he cupped my arse cheeks tilting my sex toward him. Then without
hesitation he lapped and sucked at my pussy. He ran a finger up and down my
moist slit. His tongue teased and tasted every morsel of me. I tangled my
fingers in his hair holding him tighter to me, my head fell back as I relished
the feel of his tongue and the vibration of his moans.
He smiled up at me before kissing my
clit. His thumbs running up my folds as his tongue licked down to my entrance
and back up to my bundle of nerves. I shuddered as he pressed a finger inside,
curling it as he massaged my front wall. My elbows giving out from under me as
my thighs clamped around his head. I moaned, and he withdrew one finger and
pushed back in with two. His third finger massaging the skin between my opening
and arsehole, as his tongue circled my clit.
I grabbed my breasts pushing them
together and kneading the sides, I was so turned on I could barely breathe. He
removed his fingers from my channel and ran his tongue all the way down to my
perineum, massaging the sensitive skin in wet, warm circles. He pulled my
thighs farther apart and nipped the skin on the inside of my thighs.
“Luca,” I cried out wanting his attention
back on my pussy.
“Yes?” He smiled up at me as he ran his
nails up the back of my thighs.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed out, “Please.”
He chuckled before blowing on my exposed
sex. He ran two fingers through my folds before pushing them into my mouth as
he lowered his face back to my pussy. I sucked on his fingers as he did my
clit. Sucking harder and harder as the pleasure built up inside me. I was so
close…teetering on the precipice.
The ache inside me grew with every
second, my core contracted, begging to be filled. He sucked my nub into his
mouth and released it with a pop before his tongue filled my pussy. He lapped
at my sex, his groans growing with mine.
He withdrew his fingers from my mouth,
his hand gently cupping my neck as his other hand worked its way up my thigh.
His lips kissed up my body to my neck where he gently bit down as his fingers
thrust deep inside me.
I cried out as my body clenched and spasmed around his fingers. I collapsed
into him as he stroked my hair, cradling me to him. He wrapped his arms around
me kissing the top of my head as I came back down.
Luca pushed out of the water, sitting on
the edge before he helped me to my feet. He grabbed a towel from the lounger
and draped it over my shoulders. I wasn’t sure why he did it. If it was to
cover my modesty, it was a little late after what he’d just done to me in the
He pulled me to him again wrapping his
arms around me, “You’re cold.”
“Am I?” Was I? If I was I couldn’t actually feel it.
He smiled down at me. “Non ti lascerò
mai.” He kissed the top of my head again, “Non lasciarmi andare mai, ti prego.”
sounds sad.” I looked up at him, his eyes shone into mine. “I may not
understand what you said, but I can feel your melancholy.”
can feel you’re sad.” I ran my hand down the side of his face as I looked up at
him. “What happened yesterday?”
don’t—” He took a deep breath, “Is it important right now?”
picked me up in his arms as he buried his face between my tits. He sucked and
nipped at them. Nibbling the skin at the edges of my bikini top. His covered
erection jabbed at my sex as he walked us over to the summer house.
not right now.” I laughed as he blew a raspberry on one of my boobs.
kissed my jaw as he slid me down his body to my feet.
like that?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
safe to say that I really like
everything you do to me.” My voice broke as I saw the bed.
The very bed where Peggy had him.
“Luca.” I hiccupped as my stomach
dropped, my head shaking.
“It’s clean.” He cradled my head in his
hands and kissed the tip of my nose.
I wrapped my hands around his wrists,
“Please.” He sighed, “I want to see you
everywhere I look when…when—”
Holly is from Grimsby, Lincolnshire in the UK. Holly writes adult erotic, contemporary romance and at the moment has a thing for Italians, the naughtier the better. She loves spending time being chaperoned by her hubby for drives in the British countryside. She adore spending time with her family three grown up children and twin grandchildren. She enjoy listening to music, visiting friends and reading, any genre, but bad boys do her thing at the moment.