Insatiable (2 page)

“About earlier…I owe you an apology. I had other things on my mind. Needless to say, I took my anger out on you. Will you accept my apology?”

“Excuse me.”

“Will you accept my apology?” he repeated.

“
Ahh
, certainly, sir,” I said, and stared into his eyes.

“You’re a stunning-looking woman, Bella. I heard Elaina call you that. It is a beautiful name.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re a distraction I don’t need in my life, right now.”

“I don’t
understand
.”

Drake was confusing me. One minute, he was a bear; the next he’s sweet and apologetic. Now, he was coming on to me?
He can’t be flirting with me.

“Have a good weekend, Mr. Hart. It’s getting late, and I need to get home.”

I attempted to walk around him, but Drake once again blocked my exit. He pulled me into his arms. His fingers cupped my ass, bringing me into his body. His manly scent consumed me, and I found myself trembling—tingling all over, and he’d just held me.
How will it feel to be kiss by Drake—to make love with him?

“You have the most striking amber-green eyes, Bella. Your dark curls cascading down your shoulders beckoned my hands, and I can’t resist touching them,” he whispered in my ear.

He slid his hand through my hair, and the balls of his fingers began to massage my scalp. I closed my eyes and relished the feel of his fingers working their magic on my head. In seconds, I was caught between a sigh and a moan when he tugged me closer.

“Your honey-colored legs enticed me when you crossed and uncrossed them in the budget meetings—teasing me to no end. I found myself thickening and hardening. You’re a serious
distraction
, lady. I imagined my lips touching yours, my fingers dipping inside of your honey, Bella, and our sex joined together making sweet love. Have you ever fantasized about being with me—a white man?”

“No, that thought has never crossed my mind,” I lied through my teeth.

“Liar!”
His voice became even sexier if that were possible. “I’m drawn to the chocolate-vanilla scent of your skin.”

Tugging me closer, our lips were nearly touching when I stared into his irresistible eyes. It was the blue-green color of the Caribbean Ocean, and his thick, long blond lashes stared back at me—hypnotized me. They didn’t waver as he met my gaze. His pale skin next to my golden
skintone
was a startling contrast—like a bowl of vanilla ice cream with honey topping oozing down the side.

“I’ve watched you watch me. The attraction is there, so let us be perfectly honest about that.”

“You are my boss!”

“It is after five o’clock, and we’re not working now.”

“I-I have to go.”

I closed my eyes on a moan when Drake’s teeth caught my right earlobe. He bit down on it, and lavished it with the sweep of his hot tongue.

“You won’t admit that I arouse you like no other man. Yet, you’re trembling in my arms. Why is that?” He stared at me again with those mesmerizing eyes.

“I’m being practical.”

“Put practicality aside. I need to taste your lips, Bella,” Drake said moment before he clamped my face in his large hands. His tongue slowly rimmed my lips, several times, and then he swept inside.

Just as eager for a taste of him, I opened wide. Our tongues met and tangled deliciously.

Minutes later, seduced by the hot, deep gliding of Drake’s tongue, I savored the bittersweet taste of him. The beer he drank earlier was on his tongue.

Drake’s mindless, drugging kisses left me shaking, breathless, and begging for more. His fingers worked quickly to remove my blouse. He reached out and unsnapped the front clasp of my bra to release my breasts.

“Yes, I knew your breasts would be beautiful,” he groaned.

One thumb tweaked my aching nipple, and his tongue lavished the other until the taut tip burned. Frissons of fire and ice raced up my spine. Then, his fingers slid further south, and eased my black, pencil skirt down my bare legs. I hated wearing stockings. Very soon, I stood before his hungry eyes in just my black lace panties—which barely covered the cheeks of my ass.

“Bella, you-are-absolutely-breathtaking,” he said in staccato style.

Drake lifted me, and I clasped my arms around his neck.

Our eyes locked and smoldered.

Slowly, he rocked his sinful hips against mine, allowing me to feel his package. It throbbed at the center of my already quaking core. My desire for him had soaked right through to the crotch of my panties.

“Baby, fuck me,” I cooed to Drake in Spanish.

“Yes, your wish is my command, Bella,” he groaned.

I wrapped my legs around his hips while he carried me over to the sofa. He laid me horizontally, my ass cushioned against the large, buttery soft leather of his sofa, as Drake quickly stripped. His body was nice to look at fully clothed, but even more so when he stood before me in just his white boxer shorts. His
underwears
fit snug against his hips and displayed for me how aroused he had become.

“Take it off. I want to see what you got underneath there, Mr. Hart.”

“I want to hear my first name from your sweet lips,” he crooned.

“Drake,” I cooed in my sultriest voice. I was flowing generously and eager for us to become one.

“Damn, you turn me on, Bella.”

He teased me for a moment, cupped his hands against his erection, and then he pushed his shorts down his firm thighs. His desire bopped as he gave me an eyeful.

Horny for him, I grabbed his hand, and he fell on top of me. Reversing our position, I straddled his hips. My womb contracted with need at the sight of Drake.

He moaned when my wet tongue trailed slowly down his body. I sucked my way down his taut body—paying attention to his right nipple, slowly nibbling on it, and then lavishing it. Drake shuddered when I took his left nipple into my mouth and treated it to the same pleasure. When I had enough, I eased down his chest and stomach to the apex of his thighs, tasting him everywhere—until I held what I wanted most: his rigid flesh. He was just the right size for me, throbbing, and needing my fiery touch.

It has been some time since I have given a man pleasure.

“Come, do me,” he groaned.

Drake lay back on the sofa. His upper body propped on his elbows and his long muscled legs were spread wide apart. His erection protruded, beckoning me closer.

“Damn!”

I moaned, and ran my fingers through his hairy, corded chest, and felt his heart flutter underneath my fingertips. Locks of his dark hair unraveled from his ponytail and lay invitingly across his shoulders. He appeared even more handsome to me. I was awestruck when I gazed deep into Drake’s shimmering eyes that had darkened a shade or two.

I kneeled before Drake. His erection seemed to grow before my eyes as he guided me toward his extended sex—thick, pulsating, and hard inside the palms of my hands. The texture of his burgeoning cock was smooth just the way I liked my white chocolate.

Drake’s breathing became labored with anticipation as I began to lick the head. I tasted his salty release, and then lifted him to lick every angle. He was as delicious as a vanilla ice cream cone.

My tongue dipped below his steel to taste the sack holding the seed of his future children. His skin was soft and vulnerable there; and like my last lover, his reaction was the same.

Drake’s body jolted forward from my warm moist lips.

Eventually, I eased the tip of his sex into my mouth and teasingly sucked him in slowly. I alternated between sucking him with my tongue, and using my teeth to gently nibble on his thickness.

His fingers tugged at my hair when I pressed my teeth a little too hard.

“Careful, Bella,” he groaned.

My teeth grazed his flesh again, and I eased the hurt by sucking on him slowly until his full erection lay within my mouth throbbing and trapped. I grabbed his balls and squeezed him.

Drake groaned.

I had him where I wanted him: right in the palm of my hands. I found his erotic spot and watched him shudder before my eyes. His sack was full, and from his reaction, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he blew.

Not so gently, he pushed out of my mouth. I found myself flat on my back. The thick carpet cushioned my fall as I lay there. My eyes closed as I took a deep breath.

Drake spread my legs with his knees and entered me fully in one deep thrust.

“
Ahh
—yes, Drake,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his hips— our fingers entwined as he held me prisoner over my head, rocking into me ever so sinfully.

His thrusts varied between gentle and rough as he entered my moist vaginal walls. I clenched and locked him inside until his seed spewed forth like a fountain, flooding my womb.

Spent, I watched Drake’s eyes drift closed. He was still buried deep within my heat, and I thought of the ramifications of sleeping with my boss. I suddenly developed cold feet. Easing out of him gently without waking him, I grabbed my clothes and dressed quickly. The need to get out of his office before he woke up propelled me. I grabbed my purse and coat and hurried over to the door.

“Bella, where are you going?”

I turned to see that Drake had awakened.

“I’m sorry. This was a mistake.”

Chapter Three

I entered the elevator, and frantically pressed the button for the lobby. To my relief, the door closed right in Drake’s face. I sighed and inhaled. I was not ready for a confrontation with him. Hart Enterprises offices were on the twentieth floor. There was no way he could run down that many floors and beat me to my car—so I thought.

To my surprise, when I walked out of the building, there was at least three inches of snow on the ground.

With snow blowing in my face, I walked slowly wearing two-inch shoes, not wanting to land on my back. My Mercury Mariner was covered in snow when I stood before it. I had to clean the car off before I could drive away. I pressed the remote key bob to unlock the car. I reached for the door when I noticed the left driver’s tire was flat.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I screamed. “Can’t anything go right for me, today?”

Not only did I have the weather to contend with, but now a flat tire as well as Drake!

“Bella,” he called out to me.

I turned to see Drake’s long legs trudging through the snow as he worked his way toward me.

“You thought you could get away from me, Bella?”

We stood in an empty parking lot except for two cars parked there. Drake’s Ferrari was a couple of feet away.

“I see you have a flat. Let me drive you home.”

I ignored Drake’s handsome smile. He thought he had me in the palms of his hands. The snow quickly covered his broad shoulders and fell on his head making it look salt-covered. I fought the urge to wipe the fallen snow from his head, as well as my desire to take him up on his offer. I pulled out my cell phone and called for roadside assistance. Much to my regret, there were at least ten cars ahead of mine. The wait time was estimated to be at least two hours.

Can this day get any worse?