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’
Nicole Avery sucked in a bigger breath as she pulled the strings of the shapewear corset tighter. It didn’t seem to have made much of a difference. She didn’t see the hourglass figure that the advert had promised; she still looked a little too curvy. No matter. She was doing this. She turned away from the mirror and reached for her outfit. It was a fitted business suit for a change, so she knew she wouldn’t be comfortable in it all day. It was a black pinstripe business suit with a calf-length pencil skirt. She had been unsure about the stripes because she’d always read that they were a no-no if you were overweight, but the sales lady had assured her that was only a myth. Since she had spent more on that outfit than she had ever done on any piece of clothing, she had taken the woman’s word for it. She was making a stand today, and the new outfit was necessary—if she could breathe in it. As she tucked in her pristine, light blue silk blouse, she realised she couldn’t take full bre
Damian stopped just inside his office and closed his eyes. What was this woman trying to do to him? It was bad enough that he dreamt of her every night like a hormonal teenager and then still had to come to work to endure her judgy gaze, as if she knew he railed her in his dreams every night. But to see her looking like some sort of sex pot straight out of those same dreams...He had a busy day scheduled, but he knew that was now entirely shot to shit. How was he supposed to concentrate now?Nicole had been his assistant for over two years. Two years of torture. But in all that time, he was sure he had never seen her in a skirt. The skirt moulded her perfect behind and wide hips to perfection and gave him his first glimpse of her legs. His dreams had never done those legs any justice. He had only looked for seconds, but that image would be burned in his mind forever. They were smooth and shapely, and though Nicole was short, barely five-two or three, the very high heels she had worn m
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’
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
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
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
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
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
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 di
Nic felt quite proud of herself when she sat in her chair and crossed her legs. That move would have worked better if she had managed to keep those heels on, but she felt she portrayed quite the right amount of attitude with a degree of aloofness. But now she was sitting there and couldn’t breathe.“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. We’re all busy, so we will get right into it. Miss Avery has provided the agenda....”Mr Steele started the meeting with all Steele Enterprise department heads from the Security branch. They had branched into digital as well as physical security and had been doing steadily well over the years. Any other time, she would have been fascinated by what they were discussing, but today...Was it hot in here?She undid the top button of her blouse as she tried to take the minutes down. She should have just brought the recorder in. Why hadn’t she thought of that?She uncrossed her legs, hoping it would somehow make the corset feel less constricting. “...personal secu
Damian stopped just inside his office and closed his eyes. What was this woman trying to do to him? It was bad enough that he dreamt of her every night like a hormonal teenager and then still had to come to work to endure her judgy gaze, as if she knew he railed her in his dreams every night. But to see her looking like some sort of sex pot straight out of those same dreams...He had a busy day scheduled, but he knew that was now entirely shot to shit. How was he supposed to concentrate now?Nicole had been his assistant for over two years. Two years of torture. But in all that time, he was sure he had never seen her in a skirt. The skirt moulded her perfect behind and wide hips to perfection and gave him his first glimpse of her legs. His dreams had never done those legs any justice. He had only looked for seconds, but that image would be burned in his mind forever. They were smooth and shapely, and though Nicole was short, barely five-two or three, the very high heels she had worn m