Damien Knight rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he walked into his luxurious expansive office, exposing the ripped muscles of his dark forearms, his chiseled jaws set in a harsh determination.
The dim lighting of his office cast his broad shoulders and six foot height in a silhouette of sinful sensual sight, his piercing grey eyes scanning the room for something,
Her.
As soon as those pupils that dominated in the boardroom and bedroom alike, made contact with the petite figure of his meticulous assistant, they darkened a deep shade of lust.
"Ashley.."
It was the first time he called her by her first name, in a deep husky whisper of desperation,
Or perhaps an adoration.
For a moment, Ashley thought she could be dreaming again; one of the thousand filthy fantasies she had conjured in her imagination and repressed for so long.
Two years.
Two years since she first set her eyes on her new boss and felt her panties dampened instantly.
Two years since she had bottled up her feelings and pretended that she hadn't envied the laptop and papers on the table...
She had always wanted him to spread her out on the table, spread her legs and show her how skillful he was with his tongue, before giving her the final treat of entering into her,
Fast, and deep.
Ashely was panting for breath, her green eyes misty with an overpowering emotion of confusion and pure desire, as she watched the man she had wanted more than anything in the world, stride towards her.
And boy, did that powerful prance of a panther and gait of a proud horse do her in.
Each step he took pulled her deeper into his web, her eyes focused on him, just him.
"I...Sir..." She started to say, her lips trembling with the million nerves that crawled into her skin.
She couldn't believe that he had found out about her obsession with him, anymore than she could understand his reaction to it.
Why wasn't he throwing her out after finding out that she was basically a stalker who had kept a folder dedicated to his pictures in her phone?
And even worse, she had opened a private website where she wrote erotic fan fiction stories involving him.
She knew that her career was over, but now...
"Ashley, you have one hell of a dirty mind, don't you?"
Unconsciously, her teeth sank into her bottom lip, her brain foggy with desire at the effect his thick hoarse voice had on her.
Damien took another step forward, closing the gap between her mind and sanity, his powerful cologne permeating into her senses.
She lost her mind.
In all the years that she had worked for him, she hadn't been this close, this intimately near, to him.
Damien possessed every quality that inspired erotic fantasies, and a body that was fucking illegal.
His Roman nose was like a Greek sculpture, somewhere between Adonis and Eros, and those lips were pure sin; red, firm and inviting.
Those broad shoulders belonged to an R-Rated section of the magazine that hadn't been invented yet, and those powerful thighs... Fuck.
She was dripping, staring at him, taking him in, her chest rising and falling, her green eyes lazy, misty, hungry. For him.
It was all...for him.
Aware of the effect he had on her, a smirk tugged at the sides of Damien Knight's lips, then they parted softly, a smug expression filling his eyes.
"I do that to you, don't I, Ashely?"
Fuck.
Her name on his lips was a sinful turn on.
Her panties dampened, her pupils dilating as she perceived his cologne again.
"I... Yes." Ashley muttered, surrendering to this madness of desire that plagued her, this frenzy of hunger that had driven her nuts for ages.
He took one last step, completely closing the tiny distance left between her and insanity.
Then, without a word, without any hesitation, she lifted herself upwards, and standing on her toes, she leaned forward, and laid her lips against his, softly.
But Damien Knight never played it soft in the boardroom,
Neither did he like it gentle in the bedroom.
And so, as soon as those fucking soft pink lips he had imagined wet and plump around his cock made contact with his, he opened his mouth, and sucked them in.
Shit.
Ashley almost lost it there and then.
Kissing Damien Knight was nothing like what she had written and imagined.
It was even better, evoking feelings of raw lust and pure passion inside her.
As he plunged his tongue into the wet tavern of her mouth, drinking her like the sweetest and the most addictive wine, his callused palms roamed through her body.
Fuck.
The sound of her zipper being pulled down was barely heard over his other palm slipping through her hair and pulling the soft blond locks gently but firmly.
Those big palms she had imagined on her searched for her soft heaving breasts with so much confidence it drove her mad,
As though he were entitled to it,
As though they belonged to him.
Her pink nipples which had hardened to pebbly stones heated instantly as soon as he grazed them, and she sucked in a deep breath, a moan tearing from her lips,
"Oh..." She moaned, her back arching immediately, her pupils darkening like the night clouds.
Damien suddenly wrenched his lips from hers, his eyes dark as the night, hunger and need filling them.
But before she could ask why he had stopped, he gave her a lopsided grin and leaned forward, covering her right breast with his hot mouth, that sinful tongue darting out to flick over her sensitive nipple.
"Oh fuck...please..." Her voice was high-pitched, loud enough for anyone outside the office to hear, but she didn't care.
Nothing else mattered in that moment.
Nothing at all, except the Greek demigod of sex driving her to the brink of madness through a route of pleasure that she had never taken before.
She screamed again when he bit her nipple gently, his hand closing around her other nipple and rolling it in between his fingers.
"Fuck..." The word rolled off her lips without her consent, her back arching further as he sucked her generous breasts harder.
"Say my name." He muttered in a deep voice, the vibration against her nipples sending her to a near orgasm.
Oh hell...
Ashely bit her lips, her eyes rolling as he pulled her closer, cupping her butt and making her feel how big he was.
And hell, he was a magnificent beast; fat and thick and simply wrecking havoc in her senses.
"Dam...Damien, please, fuck me." She managed to let out the words amidst the loud moan wrenching from her lips.
The moment she let out those words, his cock which was hard as steel twitched in his pants, a curse leaving his lips.
"Fuck me." He growled, feeling a surge of lack of control pass through him.
He had never wanted anyone in this manner, nor had he ever imagined that instead of closing a deal, he would be with his assistant tonight, fighting the urge to come in his pants like a damn teenager.
In one swift move, he managed to wrench his lips away from the roses of her sweet nipples and sweep her into his arms, her petite frame fitting perfectly in his sturdy arms.
Ashley let out a gasp of delighted shock, her slender arms wrapping around his neck, her green eyes gazing at him in the dim lighting as he carried her to his large office table.
It felt like a dream, the fulfillment of a fantasy that had long been nurtured.
Damien Knight swept the items on the table away in a smooth move, his eyes focused only on her as the sounds of papers hitting the floors blurred into an irrelevant background.
