Insatiable (5 page)

I returned to my office two hours later—but not before I made quick use of his private bathroom. I brushed my teeth and touched up my makeup, while Drake watched me as if he were in a drunken-stupor.

“We’re taking two-hour lunches these days, Ms. Ruiz?” Ms. Phillips questioned me as she eased up behind me. Her appearance startled me, but I met her stare head-on.

Ms. Phillips was a beautiful woman. She had an hourglass figure, dark curly hair, emerald green eyes that spoke eloquently. She had a model appearance, but she was smart as a whip. The rumor around the office was that she was in love with the boss.

“No,
Dra—Mr
. Hart had some questions about the revisions I made to the Donnelly’s account,” I quickly returned.
No one must know about our relationship,
I thought.

“Was Drake pleased with the revision?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“Good, because we must keep the boss happy,” she said, staring at me in a strange way.

My right hand slipped up to my neck and felt the sting already from Drake’s lavishing my neck. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Was there a telltale sign for her to know what we were really doing in that office? I wondered.

“I want those files completed, on my desk before you leave, today.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I ended working late to clear off my desk. Drake had meetings for the rest of the afternoon. That night, he tucked me into bed as we tried out phone sex. His deep sexy voice had me
cumming
in minutes of his commanding me how to pleasure myself.

Chapter Six

Drake and I met every chance his business demands would allow us. He took me to exclusive 5-star restaurants or we met at his home. Each time, the sex got hotter, if that was at all possible. His spontaneity, his stamina, fed me like
no
other man. I was falling deeper in love with
my
boss.

Valentine’s Day, the day for lovers was less than a week away. I’d planned a romantic dinner for two, at my home. Drake had never been to my condo. The meal would be a seafood feast—steamed oysters and shrimps, barbecue salmon, a garden salad, and for dessert he could have his choice of chocolate covered strawberries or me. Oysters and strawberries were high in zinc. I wanted our testosterones fully aroused that evening so that we could give each other hours of pleasure.

I entered my office Monday morning, after an incredible weekend with Drake. On my desk sat a crystal vase with two dozen, ruby red, long stemmed roses. It brought an immediate smile to my lips, and I instantly thought of
him
.

He was generous, and had showered me these past weeks with little gifts: flowers, stuffed teddy bears and books because he knew I love reading romance novels. I closed my eyes; imagined Drake standing beside me, running his naughty fingertips up my sensitive, inner thighs. Instantly, I tingled all over. Goose pumps covered my flesh, and my desire for him quickly coated the crotch of my panties.

I selected a single rose and brought it to my nostrils and inhaled deeply from the sweet scent. When I opened the card there was just three words written inside:

FOR MY GIRL!

It was unsigned, but I knew it came from
him.

A knock on my door startled me. When I looked up I found Ms. Phillips watching me.

“Roses, they’re beautiful. Who are they from Isabella?” she asked, entering my office.

Ms. Phillips was always trying to get into my personal business.

“A friend,” I whispered, and smiled. I slipped the card into the pocket of my suit jacket.

“He must be special,” she added, her cat eyes watching me. It appeared as if she was studying me.

“What can I do for you, Ms. Phillips?” I respectfully inquired, changing the direction of our conversation back to business. She didn’t know me like that. I wanted her out of my office so I could text Drake and thank him for the flowers.

“Peter is out on vacation this week as you well know. I’d like you to cover his accounts. If the clients have questions they will be referred to you, Ms. Ruiz.” She then dropped ten large folders on my desk.

“Yes, ma’am,” I politely replied, but cursed underneath my breath.
Why am I always the one to cover the staff absences?
Ms. Phillips just handed me enough work to keep me at my desk well over quitting time, for the rest of the week.

“I’m sorry if I spoiled your romantic evening, tonight.”

Ms. Phillips then walked out of my office. I couldn’t miss the smile on her face.

I groaned.

What is her problem? Why does she have it in for me?

She seemed to think she’d ruined my plans for the evening. I had no plans as far as I knew. I hadn’t checked my cell phone for a text from Drake. Often, throughout the day, he would send me text messages:
What color panties are you wearing, today? I’m hard as a rock just thinking about the pleasure of being surrounded by your moist heat. Can you meet me?
And I would meet him.

I pulled out my cell and discovered Drake had texted me.

Bella,

Take off Monday, Valentine’s Day. I have cleared my calendar so that we may have a three-day weekend. Be prepared to be sexed up by your man.

Drake Steven Hart

This year, Valentine’s Day fell on a Monday. I smiled as I looked forward to the upcoming three-day weekend, with Drake.

I pray Ms. Phillips doesn’t nix my request for a day off.

§

Friday evening, Drake sent a black stretched limo large enough to accommodate six passengers, to pick me up at the office. I worked my ass off to get Peter’s and my work done that way Ms. Phillips wouldn’t have any excuse to not grant me Valentine’s Day off. At eight o’clock, I finally left the office after an exhausting long week. Although, I was excited to spend the weekend with Drake, I would’ve preferred to sleep alone that night and meet him on Saturday afternoon, but he had other plans.

Nearly off my feet from exhaustion, my steps were sluggish when I treaded over to the driver.

“I’ll take that ma’am.”

“Thank you.” I gave him a grateful smile as he relieved me of my luggage. I knew I had over packed for a three-day weekend, especially when I’d be in bed for most of the time.

The uniformed chauffeur was dressed in black. The suit looked as if it were glued to his muscular physique. His thick, long black hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, at his nape. It showed off his strong, Native American features, including the brilliancy of his ebony eyes. He was eye candy to look at, but I had only eyes for Drake.

The chauffeur opened the passenger’s door and I stepped inside. The warmth of the limo immediately hit me in the face. “Soulful Strut,” my favorite song from Grover Washington, Jr., was playing through the speakers. The leather seat was smooth as silk when I sat my tired body down. I immediately relaxed until I spotted Drake seated in the dark, quietly watching me.

I gasped, and then smiled, delighted to see him there.

“
Querdio
, what are you doing here?”

I desperately needed a nap and to refresh my makeup before I saw him. I wanted to look my best for him.

“I couldn’t wait to see you.”

“You saw me earlier, Mr. Hart,” I cooed, easing closer.

“Yes, with the other staff, but now we’re truly alone. I wake up in the middle of the night to the sensual scent of your mocha fragrance, and our combined heady scent after we’ve made love. I missed having you in my bed, Bella!”

Effortlessly, he tugged my coat collar.

Our dazed eyes locked. We smiled like two people who couldn’t get enough of the other. Teasingly, his wicked tongue outlined my upper than lower lips until I opened and he swept inside. The kissed was a hello kiss, which quickly moved into much more. His tongue was at his best, stroking a fire that curled down to my belly, and slowly moved down to that place Drake enjoyed visiting every chance he got.

I was right there with Drake, tasting his hunger, and thirsty for his touch. He was a fiery aphrodisiac I couldn’t live without. The demanding thrusts of his heated tongue had me trembling within seconds of our tongues meeting. Savoring the taste of him, I drank from his passion, needing it as much as the air I breathed, and food to nourish my body. Our tongues began to mate as our lower bodies had done the very last time we thirsted for one another.

It was a Sunday evening after Drake and I returned from Alberto’s. The restaurant nourished our stomachs and now our sexual appetite needed to be fed as well. In his home, we succumbed to our raging desires like two horny teenagers. We got as far as the living room floor. Quickly, we ripped at the other’s clothing, and didn’t stop until the last sinful thrust of Drake’s steel, rocked into my clenching pussy. Minutes later, I came down from my second mind-blowing orgasm.

“Bella, I want you!” Drake brought me back to the present.

He lifted me onto his lap.

I turned to the driver who eased the limo into oncoming traffic. His eyes were glued on the road ahead and not on what might be happening in the back. Obviously, Drake intended to seduce me in the backseat of the limo.

Drake pressed a button on the inside panel of his door to communicate to the driver.

“Aidan, take the long route home,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” he replied.

Drake reached forward and poured me a glass of champagne and picked up his glass. “I want to toast to the first of many Valentine’s Days together, Bella.”

We clicked our glasses together. Drake chugged back his champagne and swallowed it down quickly. I took a sip of mine. The bubbly would make me sleepy, and I wanted to be fully alert this evening.

“Is there something wrong with your champagne?” Drake asked after seeing my glass still full.

“It’s a little bitter,” I replied. “I’d prefer a glass of wine.”

“Would you like white or red, Chardonnay or Merlot? The bar is fully stocked. What’s your pleasure this evening,” he said, in that sexy-bedroom voice of his.

“I’m not thirsty for alcohol,” I cooed. I felt Drake’s arousal pulsating against my ass, and my body immediately reacted to him.

Drake’s eyes shimmered like the Caribbean ocean and drew me in like a magnet.

He chuckled. “Bella-Bella, you have on too much clothes.”

He removed my coat and tossed it in the corner with his. His fingers quickly unbuttoned my blouse and he started to kiss my nipple right through the red lace bra.

“What are you doing?” I groaned.

“Foreplay…I’m seducing
my
woman.” He pushed my left ring finger into his mouth and slid it in and out slowly, several times, and mimicked how I’d given him head the last time we made love. He sucked my finger until I felt my feminine bud clench him as if he was already buried deep inside of my womb.

I squirmed against his lap,
feening
for him like an addict thirsting for drugs. Drake was my drug. I inhaled his arousal. The heat emanating from his body and his erection pulsating against my ass sent a hidden message to my quivering clitoris. My moistened thong responded to his needs, loud and clear. I tried to pull my finger out of his mouth, but his hold was firm as he sucked deeply. Aroused like never before, wet and tingling, I had no idea my finger gliding through his lips was an erogenous zone for me.