The Billionaire's Desire (A Billionaire BWWM Steamy Romance) (22 page)

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The
next morning, I had decided it. I was going to give her the afternoon off as a
surprise. Perhaps I might take her out for lunch at the restaurant below my
hotel. If things went well...

 
I took another scalding gulp of coffee,
and glanced at the clock. In the weeks we had been working together, I had
never known Nakia to be in the office after me. And of course this morning I
had gotten it into my head that I would come in early as well, just for the
chance to be alone with her. I don't know what exactly I thought I would do
once I got her alone. A million thoughts, none of them chaste, went racing
through my brain but I carefully held them at bay. I was finding more and more
that I enjoyed the simple act of spending time with her.

It
would figure that today, of all days, she would come in late.

I
tapped my pen at the edge of my desk. It wasn't that she was late, per se, it's
just that she wasn't as early as she usually was. Briefly, the thought of her
being in trouble flitted through my head, and I was startled to feel the rise
of panic that the idea brought to my throat. I did want anything to happen to
Nakia James. I wanted Nakia James to be happy, and healthy, and I really
really
wanted her in my bed.

I heard
the ding of the elevator, and I quickly composed myself, pulling my feet off of
my desk and arranging a few papers in front of me. I don't know why I was
play-acting, it wasn't as if I needed to prove anything to her. She was just my
intern, my secretary, a naïve little college student who just happened to have
completely captivated me.

She
burst into the office, wild eyed and flushed, breathless as usual, but this
time it seemed desperate rather than charming. When she saw me behind my desk
already, her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. I thought I saw a flash
of fear, and I wondered what about me that she feared. The thought of her
fearing me hurt almost as deeply as the idea of her in trouble.

"Good
morning sir!" she recovered quickly.

Goddamn
did I like it when she called me 'sir.'

"Hello
Nakia, I hope you are well this morning."

She
actually didn't look very well at all. Her normally gleaming skin had a sickly
sheen to it, and her eyes shone feverishly. She was somehow both sallow and
flushed at the same time and her hair hung around her face instead of up in her
usual tidy up-do.

"Yes
sir, and I was doing some research last night for you sir, and I found out that
Sirius Brands has been moving into the Vietnamese market quite
strenuously.…"

I held
up my hands to ward off the stream of words that was now pouring from her
mouth. Her voice was high and strained and she was teetering slightly on her
low heels. Her eyes were strangely unfocused.

I was
moving before I even registered something was going on. My body reacted to her
being in danger on instinct. I leapt from my chair and caught her just as she
was falling.

It took
my brain several moments to catch up and my mouth to form the words.
"Nakia!" I cried as she tumbled into my arms.

She
made a wordless, strangled cry somewhere between a shout and a scream. Her head
lolled against my chest as if it was too heavy for her to hold up any more, and
her body folded into mine like she no longer had the strength to stand.

Carefully,
I lowered the both of us to the floor and I cradled her as she shook her head
from side to side trying to clear it

"Oh
my God," she whispered. It came out more as a moan.

"Are
you all right, should I call an ambulance?" My heart was thudding in my
ears. Was she ill? Did she have a condition I didn't know about? I realized I
had no idea either the answers to these questions and felt a strange
guilt.
 
I wanted her so badly yet I
knew nothing about her.

"No,
no," she moaned, pulling herself upward to a sit. "I'm okay, I don't
know what that was all about." She tried to smile and give an airy laugh
but it came out more like a wince.

"Stop!"
I commanded imperiously.

I knew
she would obey.

She
immediately stopped trying to stand up and look at me expectantly.

"Nakia,
you are exhausted. I've been working you way too hard. I have a tendency to do
that to people I believe in, and I am so sorry." The words were tumbling
out of my mouth faster than I could rein them in. This woman had me completely
unnerved, and the feeling of her warm body sagging against mine was more than I
could take. She had disarmed all of my normal defenses and I was now completely
at her mercy. "You need to rest. Why don't you take the day off? In
fact…" I saw my opening, "Why don't I take you out? You look like you
could use some pampering."

I saw
her staring at me in the most beguiling way, and suddenly the urge was too hard
to hold back. "Nakia," I breathed as she leaned into me. "Oh my
God…"

She was
right there. She is right there leaning against me.

I am
only a man. And I could no longer bear the temptation.

Kissing
her was like an instinct that called me home. I was drawn to her as if I were a
moth to a flame, and the heat that I found there her lips seared me just as
mercilessly as the candle did the moth's wings. She made a small noise of
surprise but did not draw away, and I took that as all the encouragement I
needed to kiss her further. Suddenly my body was moving without any input from
my brain. My hands snaked upwards, tangling themselves in the locks of her
hair, pulling her closer so that I could kiss her more deeply. Her lips parted
slightly, allowing me to pry her mouth open with an insistent thrust of my
tongue, and begin in the new exploration of every inch of her hot little mouth.

I was
on fire. I hadn't felt like this in years, possibly ever. I wanted to possess
her; I wanted to have her for my own and no one else's forever and ever. In
that moment I would have died for her. It was one hell of a kiss.

She
made another noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and I felt her small
hand upon my skin. She traced it upward catching me just under the jaw, each
finger digging slightly into my scalp as she threaded them through my hair. She
pulled me closer, yanking slightly, my scalp livening with the electricity of
her touch.

"Nakia,"
her name on my lips was like a moan, a low animal sound.

"Zach."

It was
the first time I had ever heard my name from her mouth. It went through me like
a lightning bolt and I heard a sound tear from my throat the likes of which I've
never heard before. I rose quickly, lifting her with ease. She wrapped her legs
around my waist as I moved to my desk. I needed to touch her more.

I
needed her under me.

She
cupped my face as our lips found each other again, our tongues met and mingled,
swirling around each other in a frantic dance. I was touching her everywhere,
pulling her closer, her soft body fitting and molding itself completely around
me, I could not hold her tight enough. I want to touch every inch of her soft,
smooth, caramel skin.

My
hands sought, and found the edge of her blouse, and when I strayed under to run
my hands across her belly, she shied away.

"Nakia?"

She
ducked her head down, hints of color flaming in her cheeks. "I'm sorry,
it's just that… I don't think, I don't want you to touch me there."

I was
confused. "Why?"

"It's
not, it's just not very pretty." The words came tumbling out of her mouth
like an avalanche and I swear I saw tears in her eyes.

I
looked down to where my hands were. "You have got to be kidding me,"
I said.

She
looked up at me but didn't say a word. I saw the soft glitter of tears in the
corners her eyes.

And
something inside of me broke wide open. "Nakia, you are, without a doubt,
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. If you have any doubts about this
fact, I'm about to alleviate them. If you'd only let me."

"Let
you?" She seemed both startled and surprised.

I took
her face in my hands, fixing her gaze on mine. "Tell me you want me."

Her
soft lips parted and she inhaled. "I want you, Zachary"

"Then
say yes."

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I had
dragged myself out of bed this morning in a daze. Everything was on autopilot,
and I found that I was timing my motions with the metronomic thumping and
throbbing in my head.

As I
walked to work, the world swirled in and out of focus. The light seemed somehow
too bright, the air too heavy. I moved as if I was walking through water, or
against a heavy wind. Every movement was a struggle.

I was
sick. But I wasn't going to miss a chance to see Zachary.

Seeing
him sitting at his desk already startled me more than I realized. My blood was
still thumping in my ears, as I tried to power through a sudden wave of nausea.
I thought if I could just make it to my desk, and have a sip of water, the
world would right itself and slide back into focus and I would stop feeling
like my head was about to fall off of my shoulders.

 
And so I made to move to my desk.
 
And suddenly everything tilted sideways.

And
then I was in Zachary's arms.

And
then he was kissing me.

I felt
like I was coming alive once more in his touch. The thumping of my heart slowed
and deepened, getting stronger and hardier each time he spoke my name. Cradled
in his arms, I felt the exhaustion that had been pulling me downward fall away.

I moved
to him like a flower seeks the sun. No one had ever touched me with such skill
before.
 
It seemed that he could
tease out the most incredible sensations with only the slightest movement.
 
I was in awe of him, and he had only
kissed me.

And now
I was sitting on his desk, my legs somehow wrapped around his trim, athletic
waist, his face somehow inches from mine with eyes dark with desire.
 
And he was asking me to say yes to him.

What
could I do?

"Yes,"
I breathed.

When he
kissed me again, fireworks went off in my head.
 
His hands were everywhere on my
body.
 
He moved quickly down from my
mouth, trailing a line of kisses down my throat, lower and lower.
 
I felt my body hitch and quiver the
closer he got to my breasts.
 
When
he unclasped my bra and they swung free, he quickly caught them in his rough,
warm hands and brought his lips to the tender peak. With the tiniest darting
motion of his quicksilver tongue, he drew it into his mouth and gently
suckled.
 

I felt
a bolt travel straight to my core. "Ah!" I cried, no longer able to
form coherent words.

He
looked up from my chest and shot me a sideways smile that was so sexy in its
own right that I was nearly thrown backwards.
 
"Are you feeling okay?" he
asked, his tone half serious, half teasing.

"I'm
feeling pretty wonderful," I admitted, feeling my cheeks stretch into a
wide grin.

He
laughed and caught my face in his hands, pressing his warm lips to mine in a
sudden burst of playfulness.
 
I
giggled back, giddy with something indefinable.
 
Like I had a secret that no one else
knew.

He
smoothed my hair back and looked in my eyes.
 
"That's nice and all," he
remarked, "but I don't want to get too distracted, here."

I
wanted to say something, but his lips wouldn't let me.
 
Bending back down to my breast with a
single-minded determination, he suckled, lapped and gently licked until my
nipples were rock hard and pointing skyward.
 
As he licked, the air hit the moistened
flesh, sending goosebumps down my body.
 
I shivered from the millions of little sensations he was bringing to the
surface. I felt a flash like a school of silver minnows darted through my
veins.
 
The sensations were building
upwards as my breath came faster and faster.
 
I was confused: he was only touching my
breasts and yet my whole body was vibrating like a plucked guitar string.
 
I heard a high, keening sound and
realized it was coming from my own mouth.

When
the dam broke open, I shuddered out a loud cry.
 
The orgasm took me completely by
surprise, wrenching shocked gasps from my throat even as my whole body blushed
to have him see me lose control.
 
I
squeezed my eyes shut, unwilling to look him in the eye as I came.

As the
sensations died away, I slowly let my eyelids flutter open.
 
His sapphire blue eyes were only inches
away from me, so deeply blue that I feared I might drown in them.
 
"Nakia..." he breathed in a
low growl.
 
"Holy shit."

"What?"
I blushed.
 
"Did I do something
wrong?"

He
shook his head slowly, his gaze still fixed on my face.
 
"That was, by far, the sexiest
thing I have ever seen.
 
You really
have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?"

I felt
the prickle of tears forming in the corner of my eyes.
 
"I haven't heard it that much,
no."

He
grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks in until I squeaked.
 
"Nakia, you know I do not
bullshit...anyone.
 
In the time we
have spent together, have you ever heard me kiss up to anyone, or blow smoke up
anyone's ass?"

I
thought hard.
 
"No," I
mumbled, my lips still pursed as he squeezed my face, holding me with his
stare.

"No,
what?"

I was
confused.
 
No, what? What was he
saying, unless....

"No,
sir," I murmured, waiting to see him react.

And
react he did.
 
His mouth devoured
mine, possessing it completely, owning each inch as he swirled his tongue
around mine.
 
I whimpered and wiggled
closer to him.
 

"So
when I tell you that you are beautiful, you know that I am speaking the truth,
correct?"

"Yes
sir," I breathed.
 
There was
such power in that word.
 
For some
strange reason, calling him 'sir' was the most erotic thing I could think to
say.
 
I wanted to say it again.
 
"Sir, I need to tell you
something."

"What
is it, Nakia?" His hands were seeking, searching in between my legs.
 
I gasped as he brush up against my
secret place.
 
I felt an answering
downward surge and could barely remember what it was I wanted to say.

I
blushed and swallowed.
 
"Sir, I
want you to have me. But you should know that...know that no one else ever
has."

Zachary
pulled back from where he had been nibbling on my neck.
 
I could feel the rock hard evidence of
his desire pressing into my stomach.
 

"You're
a virgin?"

"Yes...sir."

He
pressed his lips together, then slowly he nodded.
 
"I am happy to hear that."

"Why
is that, sir?"

"Because
no one else has given you any bad habits.
 
You will learn everything from me." He quirked a smile that nearly
melted my core.
 
"You'll be
learning from the best."

His
blue eyes held me firm and I felt myself nod, unblinking.
 
Then his hands brushed upward along my
thighs.
 
"Spread your legs for
me, Nakia," he commanded.