Damian didn’t know which gods to thank for these gifts. First, the legs, and then all that smooth skin Nicole had exposed and the perky tits that looked like they would fit perfectly in his hands. And finally, the round, very juicy cheeks he was looking at now. Did they bounce? Did they jiggle? Would they clap as she bounced up and down on him?
Because this was where this thing was heading.
Nicole had pushed him beyond his limits, and any other hot-blooded straight man would have been broken already. It was time. He needed to bed his Executive Assistant like he needed his next breath.
He looked up and caught the look on her face. Was she really that surprised? He cleared his throat and looked away from that probing gaze. There was definitely a sexual harassment suit around the corner if he didn’t approach this carefully.
“If you follow me, Miss Avery, I’ll show you where everything is,” he said as he turned away from her and walked to the door on the other end of his office.
He didn’t give her the chance to ask why he couldn’t just hand her the key as he opened the door and headed up his private stairway. For a moment, he heard nothing behind him. Had she guessed the thoughts running through his mind? Had he scared her off?
But finally, he heard her soft footsteps coming up slowly behind him, and tensed muscles relaxed a little. He didn’t look back, even when he reached his private hallway and took his security card out.
Nicole organised most of his life, but she had never been in any of his private spaces. He had been happy to keep it like that because he had enough problems trying to keep her out of his mind.
But now she’d gone and spilt her tits out in front of him.
All bets were off.
He heard the door close softly behind him as he walked further into the apartment. It was designed like the rest of the building in a minimal, polished style, and it was an open plan to take advantage of the views. He didn’t stop until he reached his bedroom. Maybe he could have taken her to the guest bedroom because there were undoubtedly many female clothes there that she could pick from, but he had this insane need to see her in one of his shirts.
Somebody had cleaned the place since the last time he had slept here, but he was glad he wasn’t a sloth to start with. His bedding was fresh and tucked in the way he preferred. Everything was in its place on his large dresser, and the thick rug on the floor seemed to have been ‘poofed’ to within an inch of its life. It was quite comfortable. He would take Nicole on it one day soon.
He walked to his walk-in dressing room and looked at the shirts he had to offer. Only the best would do for Nicole. Maybe silk. Something sensual to caress her exquisite skin until he could. Who would have known that she was hiding such a gift under her shapeless clothes? The temptation to touch had gripped him by the balls the second that corset had fallen. The temptation to lick her all over. Kiss her all over.
He picked a white one to match the one he had cut off her body, and when he turned to walk out, Nicole was right at the door. And she was still trying to cover herself.
“I’m sorry. I thought you were waiting in the bedroom,” he said.
He didn’t turn away. He had no idea when he would finally see Nicole like this again, so he would not waste another minute.
“I didn’t... I didn’t know where you were going,” Nicole said.
Her eyes were wide as she looked around her. It seemed she had forgotten she was almost naked because she didn’t turn away from him, and she wasn’t trying to cover her chest anymore.
He strolled towards her, appraising her body. It was quite a work of art. Why did she hide it all the time? Whatever had brought on this makeover today had his eternal gratitude.
When he finally looked up into those amazing green eyes, he saw the shock in them again because he had not bothered to hide his interest. He held up the shirt to her without breaking eye contact.
“It will be a little too big for you, but I believe that’s preferable to you walking out of here in your underwear,” he said.
Nicole gasped as he snatched the shirt and held it against her body, using it as a shield.
“Thank you, Mr Steele. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll reschedule the meeting.”
He nodded. Trust Miss Avery to even remember the meeting at a time like this. Still, she wasn’t the one who had been rendered incompetent by the sight of all that exposed flesh. He brushed past her as he walked out and closed the dressing room door behind him. Then he closed his eyes and leaned back on it.
Her skin was soft, and she smelled of fresh air and flowers. His body had been fighting his natural urges from the moment he had seen her exposed like that, but he couldn’t fight anymore. He had never been so hard in his life. How could he want someone so much?
And why did it have to be the one person in the world who would say no?
He groaned and turned away from the door. Anything to stop himself from barging in there and doing something stupid. He needed a plan first to make this happen. Something to make her come to him and want him as much as he wanted her.
After a few minutes, Nicole walked out of the dressing room and stopped when she saw him. She still looked embarrassed; her cheeks were flushed, and she kept tugging at the sleeves she had rolled up. His shirt was ridiculously big on her, even tucked in, but he had to admit, Nicole looked damn good in his clothes. She couldn’t hide her curves because her jacket was ruined. His body reacted, his mind short-circuiting, unable to distinguish between Nicole from his dreams and the woman in front of him.
“I’m going to head home now,” Miss Avery said, her voice barely a whisper. “Or I could just go and change, then come back.”
Going home was the only thing she could do. Otherwise, he’d have her on her back before the end of the day.
He walked to stand right in front of her, flirting with danger because there was no way Nicole couldn’t hear his heart pounding against his chest. No way she couldn’t tell he was breathing a little too hard. No way she couldn’t tell how much he wanted her. She was so small. She always had to crane her neck up to look at him, and it gave him so many ideas about what he could do to her. It was no different now. As he looked down into those green eyes and the slightly parted lips, he couldn’t help but stand just a little too close, closer than what would be considered appropriate.
“I think we both need the rest of the day off, Miss Avery. I will see you back here in the morning.”
Nicole’s full lips parted wider as if she had been about to say something but changed her mind. He had imagined tasting those lips a million times—imagined how they would feel against his. Or around other parts of his body. He would bet all his wealth that they would feel absolutely glorious.
He zoomed in on the lips as his body hardened even more. Maybe Nicole finally sensed what he wanted because she quickly stepped back from him.
“Yes. Of course,” she said, sounding flustered. “First thing tomorrow.”
She turned to walk away from him, and his eyes lowered to her ass again. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning.
It would definitely bounce.
It would smack against his naked thighs when she sat on him.
“Damian?”
At the sound of that voice, everything went soft.
Fuck. He had completely forgotten about the booty call.
Miss Avery now stood at the bedroom door, a look of horror on her face as she clutched his shirt at her chest, and he knew how bad this looked.
“Go home, Miss Avery.”
Sighing, he walked past Nicole and headed towards the living area. Rebecca was just taking her coat off, and she gave him a bright smile when he approached her. She must have seen Nicole right behind him because her smile dimmed.
He leaned over and kissed her cheeks in greeting before he took her coat from her. Nicole silently walked past them, and just before she closed the front door behind her, he saw the look of contempt on her face. The judgy look she gave him all the time.
He had a lot of work to do before Miss Avery let him touch her.
Nic fiddled with a button on the silk shirt as she sat in the back of the taxi. If Casey hadn’t ordered and paid for her taxi to work, she would never have splurged on one, but it had been necessary to order one now. It was bad enough that she walked out of the office in Mr Steele’s shirt; she wouldn't have been brave enough to get the Tube. She hoped they didn’t know it was Mr Steele’s shirt. That would make this a lot more embarrassing. No, no, actually, it wouldn’t. Nothing could be more embarrassing than standing in front of her boss in an old, sweaty bra.“Kill me now,” she groaned.“Excuse me?”She remembered she wasn’t alone and clutched her bag to her. Not that the taxi driver would have a clue what she had just done or that she had stuffed her ruined clothes into her bag. She would destroy the evidence at home, where the cleaners wouldn’t see it to spread more rumours.“Sorry. Just talking to myself.”She tried to hold her head up when she walked through the lobby, but her e
Nic ignored the giggles behind her as she waited for the elevator. She pushed the huge sunglasses back up her nose and faced straight ahead. She had seriously contemplated calling in sick today, especially considering she couldn't think about what had happened without feeling the burning embarrassment. Plus, several times, she’d woken up haunted by nightmares of her fat rolls hitting Mr Steele in the face. She shouldn’t have come. Maybe the women giggling had somehow heard what she had done. Perhaps they read Andrew's ridiculous interview and, like everyone else, thought she was a bitter, ugly, jealous ex-wife. Or, quite possibly, they were giggling at her outfit as usual. She was back to her familiar, off-the-rack trouser suit today. And her work shoes were in her bag because she preferred to wear her comfortable trainers to navigate the busy Tube. Her whole outfit didn't fit in at Steele Enterprises, even on a good day. Working for Mr Steele was like being in high school all over a
She followed slowly, even though she knew Mr Steele didn't like waiting for anyone. But he didn't mind making people sweat it out as he took his time to get settled behind his huge desk, establishing his dominance without saying a word. He was also dickish like that. “Did you get mugged?” Mr Steele asked as he sat behind his pretentious desk.The same desk she had leaned over yesterday to catch her breath. When would that image in her head fade?She didn't miss his dismissive head-to-toe appraisal. Her red, curly hair was hard to tame on most days, but today, she couldn't do more than fluff it out because of her headache. It was a mass of bouncy, tangled curls flowing down her back. There were about a hundred pins somewhere in her office that she would use to put the mess back into its usual professional-looking bun if she somehow didn’t get fired. For now, her head looked like it was on fire. “No.”Again, Damian looked like he was waiting for an explanation. And he was getting mor
Damian watched the door close and closed his eyes. Fuck. Why had he even said that? Why had he mentioned her boyfriend at all? It sounded like he was jealous. And he was. How could he not be when she’d walked into the office looking like someone who’d been thoroughly fucked all night long? After she had laid herself out for him like a feast the day before? All those curves, all that smooth skin...Though it had been Rebecca in his bed last night, it was Nicole he had claimed. Over and over again. Her tight walls. Her mouth. Everything. Rebecca hadn’t known what was up with him or how to take it. He had been insatiable. But he didn't want to think about Nicole being with another man. Had that man buried his hands and face in that glorious mane? Had he wrapped it around his hand and pulled it in ecstasy? He’d never seen her hair out before, and all he could think of now was doing the same. It looked so silky and soft and so deliciously sexy, like she had just rolled out of bed with a m
Nicole looked down at her half-full lunch plate to avoid Mr Harcourt’s gaze. The older man had leered at her throughout the lunch meeting, making the entire meal uncomfortable for her. If she had been by herself, she would have told him exactly what she thought of that. But this man was Mr Steele’s potential investor; it was not her place to say anything that would jeopardise their future partnership. Mr Harcourt was old money in the hotel business and looking to expand. He approached Steele Construction to manage that project, from planning to completion, in several cities in the United Kingdom to start with and then eventually internationally. It would be a very lucrative account for Damian if they managed to come to an agreement.She knew they would. Damian’s name opened several doors, even ones that men like Harcourt couldn’t open. Everything he touched turned to gold. She just wished they could get the meal and idle talk over with so they could finally discuss business. She al
Mr Steele led her into his apartment and straight to the kitchen. She didn’t know why she hadn’t given an excuse and returned to her office instead. Going into the apartment so soon after yesterday wasn’t a good idea, and it reminded her of the look in his girlfriend’s eyes when she had seen her walking out. The fact that Rebecca Varga hadn’t even said anything to her about her presence here was quite telling. The woman obviously had to put up with a lot from Damian. If all the gossip pages were right about Damian’s social life, having to deal with other women was probably an everyday thing. She could relate to that. She had been in Rebecca’s shoes before.“My housekeeper was here today. She usually makes sure the fridge is stocked for when I stay here,” he said as he opened his fridge. “Make yourself at home.”The kitchen area was huge. There was room for a breakfast bar as well as a dining area to the side, and everything looked so slick and expensive that she felt like she couldn’
Nic was still pondering that statement when she had dinner with Casey later that night.“Of course, he meant it’s a date. I’m right about this,” Casey said as she offered her a glass of wine to go with their simple spaghetti dinner. She held her hand up to stop her pouring.“Just water for me. I still don’t know how I didn’t get fired today; I was still so sloshed.”“It’s because he wants to go on a date,” Casey stated with a grin as she sat opposite her at the dinner table.Casey’s apartment was a whole world away from her own. She earned a good salary as a defence attorney, which usually paid a lot more than the public office. They’d gone into a huge debate about this when Casey had chosen that side of the law, but in the end, they had both decided it was better if they didn’t talk about work.It was right in the city, high up in a building with views of the river. They didn’t see the busy city traffic up here. When she finally got the chance to look, she would probably try to find
Nicole had known better than to check her messages, especially when she still had to go to the stupid party. Even if her colleagues had whispered and laughed as they had been doing the past week, she would have been blissfully unaware of the reason.But now here she was, waiting for Mr Steele to pick her up and feeling equal parts mortified and angry. How dare Andrew make such personal statements about her. She knew why he was doing it, but it didn’t hurt any less. She hadn’t responded to any of the subtle taunts he had made in his interview, so now he had taken them to social media.And that made everything more brutal than before.She looked down at the dress Casey chose for her. Thankfully, there were no corsets involved this time, but it was still not her style. She looked like a prostitute on the hunt for her next customer. Like a desperate woman who would do anything to get laid. Those were Andrew’s insinuations, and the internet had taken that ball and run with it.It hadn't be
Damian sat on a sofa in the middle of his bedroom, tapping his foot. Why was he nervous? It wasn’t like this was the first time. Music played in the background, and it was his favourite playlist. He bit his lip and groaned. This was taking too long. He’d been instructed to remove all his clothes and wait, and it had already been fifteen minutes. He was famished. Thinking about what was coming made him harder. He’d been hard all fucking day, but he wasn’t going to rush this. He would make sure she enjoyed it, too. He could do that; he wasn’t a teenager who couldn’t control himself. “Are you rea—”“Yes.”He grimaced and bit his lip. That had been too quick and sounded too needy even to his own ears. But it had been months, damn it. What did she expect?And then there she was, dressed in a white sheer gown and nothing else. Absolutely nothing. The light from the bathroom shone behind her so he could see everything through the material. Every curve, the strip of red, curly hair between
Dawn was breaking when Tom finally drove them through the gates of his house. It had been a long night of tests and police statements. Andrew was charged because he was the idiot who had put evidence of an unconscious woman all over the internet, and Nicole was given a clean bill of health. The doctors assured them that the drug Andrew used on Nicole wouldn’t harm the baby.He had never been more grateful than at this moment, with Nicole safe in his arms.To think that he had believed that message to start with. But if he hadn’t gone after her to demand answers, what would have happened?He pushed her hair out of the way and rained little kisses on her face.“We’re home,” he whispered.Nicole’s emerald eyes opened, and she smiled at him as the car stopped. He gently kissed her lips, savouring the feel of them against his briefly before he opened the door and helped her out. “Thank you, Tom,” Nicole smiled as Tom took some bags out of the trunk.Casey had taken his car from Andrew’s h
Damian watched the knife and studied that certain twinkle in that dick’s eyes that told him Andrew had been waiting for this confrontation for a while. He should have ended this man sooner.“Where’s Nicole?”Andrew smirked as he gripped the knife tightly at his side. “It doesn’t matter. Nic’s finished with you. I won,” Andrew laughed. “Run along back to your posh little neighbourhood and leave us the fuck alone.”Damian looked around the hallway for anything he could use as a weapon. The other rooms were dark, but this was a big house in a nice neighbourhood. He could understand why a leech like Andrew wanted to keep a hold of it. It was all about status with him.“Did you hear me?” Andrew snapped.He looked up at the younger man and narrowed his eyes. Was this how he’d been when he was married to Nicole?“You’re off your head if you think that little toy knife is going to keep me away from her,” he said, stepping closer.As he had expected, Andrew took a small step back. He was stil
Damian didn’t know what to think as the traffic through the city slowed him down. Casey said Nicole would never willingly return to that house, but she sent him that message, too. He wanted to believe it was a lie, but Nicole had a habit of running away whenever something happened.She had been alone all day. Maybe Rebecca had contacted her and said some shit. Or other past women. He’d been with a lot of women the past two years while trying to stop lusting after Nicole. Unfortunately, Nicole had spoken to some of them when they tried to reach him at work. Or maybe he really had come on too strong. Was she running scared? “Nicole said you told her you love her.”He looked at the woman who had jumped into his car as he was about to drive away.“I do.”“Bullshit! You don’t even know her,” Casey said.His eyes narrowed on her before he turned his attention back to the road. Was this woman the reason Nicole ran off? “What did you say to her?”“What I say to my best friend is none of yo
Nicole watched her ex-husband put his dinner plate on the table and then pick up a napkin to wipe his mouth. He was acting as if everything was normal. She rubbed her painful shoulder, waiting to see what he would do next. Would he drug her again? Tie her up? How was he planning on keeping her here?“I redid the place how you had it,” Andrew said with a smile. “I couldn’t quite remember everything, but how did I do? The couple who bought it from us stripped it down and changed everything.”She didn’t know how to respond to that. Andrew was talking as if she wasn’t there against her will.“Would you like some pudding?” he asked.She frowned. “Andrew, what are you planning? You know this isn’t a logical solution to what is happening online—”“Would you like some pudding, Nic?” he cut in.He was so calm that ice filled her veins. Andrew had never been this terrifying. She had to play it safe here.“That would be nice. Thank you,” she said politely.“Stay here. I won’t be long,” he said,
For a moment, Nicole thought she was dreaming. She was in her old bedroom, exactly how she decorated it soon after her wedding when she’d been in love with Andrew. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Her vision swirled, and the pastel-coloured wallpaper in front of her blurred. She tried to rub her eyes, but her limbs were too heavy to move. It was only when she forcibly lifted her head that the pain made her wince, and it all came flooding back into her head. That bastard!Her shoulder hurt when she tried to roll off the bed to get on her feet. Andrew had knocked her hard into the wall before he had put something over her nose and mouth. Her struggle had only lasted seconds before her body became weak and heavy. She had flashes of being led to a car and nothing after that. She’d been out cold. Completely vulnerable. With Andrew.Her whole body went cold at the thought of what he could have done to her. It wouldn’t be the first time.Forcing her feet to the floor, she managed to si
Damian put their dinner on the kitchen counter and smiled at the flowers arranged all over the apartment. Buying them felt good even though he hadn’t known which she preferred. He had a whole lifetime to find that out, though.“Nicole?”He pulled his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked towards the bedroom. It had been a long day full of meetings and paperwork, and every task had been tedious because all he had wanted to do was come home to Nicole. His future wife. He was still pinching himself about that. She said yes.He hadn’t even thought that far, but having her in his arms felt so right that it was the only option. But he would propose again the right way. He would do the whole production so they had something to tell their children. It wasn’t like he could say, ‘Yeah, I came so fucking hard, then it popped out of my mouth because I was desperate to have your mum in my life forever.’They were going to grow old together. He smiled again as he opened the door to his bed
Nicole hadn’t left the apartment in five days. This was becoming a habit every time she spent time with Damian. Her cheeks coloured as she walked out of the building, although no one would know what she had been constantly doing the past few days.Damian had been more insatiable than usual, and she liked it. A lot.He had also been very attentive. He’d made her meals, and they had talked a lot—really talked. That was something they hadn’t done before, and that was causing all these doubts to surface now. She didn’t know much about him on such an intimate level.She wanted to be with him, but was she ready to be married again? Was this not happening too quickly? She had dated Andrew for two years before he had popped the question. Her parents had met him before they had passed on, and they had liked him, too. Maybe that was what made her agree to marry him even though she had just turned eighteen. But Andrew had been so perfect in those two years that she had believed it was the forev
Nicole just blurted it out.That wasn’t how she’d wanted to tell him, but as she sat here listening to him speak, her heart got lighter and lighter.But now those words just hung in the air, silencing Damian.“I mean, I haven’t gone to the doctor yet,” she continued, wringing her hands together. “I just took a bunch of tests.”She couldn’t tell what Damian was thinking. Had she just assumed things? Had she jumped the gun? Just because Damian said he had been attracted to her for two years didn’t mean he wanted to have a baby with her. And it didn’t mean he loved her the way she loved him.What the hell had she been thinking? Looking away from him, she picked at the hole in the knee of her favourite pair of jeans. She probably looked desperate, like all the other women who had briefly been part of Damian’s life. How could she have just blurted that out when she had been in charge of turning away a few women who’d claimed the same thing after Damian broke up with them? Another though