Romance: Edge of Desire (4 page)

Chapter 10

I spend the rest of the afternoon sitting in the little room that has been deemed my new office, making the occasional coffee at the request of Nancy.  I deliver the coffee to Nancy and she delivers it to the executive team. 

How could I have been so stupid?

How could I have been so taken in by such a player?

I decide against texting Nicole about Brad’s shortcomings, and I muse over it while sitting next to my coffee machine. I think Nancy must know what happened – the look on her face is one of pure sorrow. I genuinely think that she likes me and was looking out for me.

It appears that Brad is so much of a bastard that even his closest personal assistant knows it.

“Goodbye Harper,” Nancy pops her head into the room. “You can clean up now. I’m going to head home, so I’ll see you in the morning.”

I nod but she can tell my sadness.

Nancy nods in acknowledgment, sighs and then leaves the room. I’m sure she looks like she is disappointed in Brad, and not me.

Just as I am starting to clean the coffee machine to end my day, Brad bursts in the door.

“We have issues with one of our contracts and this is a major problem for us. I need you to stay late tonight. I need to work very late and I am going to need a coffee every half-hour until the early hours of the morning.”

His voice is blunt, demanding and void of any emotion.

Powerful and in control.

As much as I want too, as much as I think he is a bastard right now, I can’t say no – not after the amount that he offered to pay me. I have to put aside any feelings I had for him and recognize that this is a business transaction.

I want to stay in the city and he wants to pay me to be here.

That’s all our relationship is.

Nothing more.

I go to say something in reply but he has already left the room.

Damn – I really wanted him to stay for a while.

I wanted him to flirt with me just a little bit more.

No.

I have to let those thoughts go. I am here to do a job and that is what I should focus on.

The day quickly turns into night and every half-hour I quietly walk into Brad’s office to place a freshly brewed cup of coffee on his desk. He doesn’t acknowledgement my presence once, instead he is frantically talking on the phone, or typing at his computer, or pacing the room.

At one point during the night, I hear a loud crash and I think about going in there but I decide against it. When I deliver the next coffee, I see documents and books have been thrown across the room, clearly in anger.

“Clean that up,” he demands when I walk back in.

I want to say that it’s not my job to be a cleaner, but I don’t want to argue with him right now. Clearly, he is going through a very stressful time and he doesn’t need me to be pushing his buttons.

His executive team sits in a separate office, and I provide the same service for them. At least they say thank you when I give them the coffee.

There is tension in the air tonight. 

Something must have gone really wrong.

For every coffee I make, I make myself a double strength espresso. 

But even after the regular shots of caffeine, by the time the clock reaches two o’clock in the morning, my eyes are starting to droop.

At least I’m getting paid by the hour.

I walk into the executive room to deliver the next coffee, but they have all gone. I must have dozed off and not have heard them leave.

I wonder if Brad is still there? I take one of the coffees into his office, and I see his figure highlighted by the soft glow of the computer screen.

Placing the coffee on his desk, I turn to walk back out.

“Harper,” Brad’s voice stops me.

“Yes?” I turn around.

“Thank you for the coffee. It has got us through a really tough night. Thank you.”

His compliment sends a shiver through my body. Damn. I don’t want this guy to have so much control over me.

Maybe it’s because it is two o’clock in the morning, but my resistance has disappeared.

“Is everything alright now?” I ask.

“It is. We’ve sorted the problem, just in time too. If we’d left it until tomorrow, we might have lost thirty million dollars.”

“That’s a lot of money.”

Brad nods, stands and slowly strolls over to where I am. His presence dwarfs me and my tired eyes look up his.

Damn.

I don’t have any resistance left.

I’m too tired to fight it.

And then…

He leans down and our lips connect again.

Damn…

Chapter 11

The kiss sets my body alight.

No. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t be doing this. I know he is a player. I know that he will take my heart and throw it away…

But I can’t resist.

There is too much chemistry in the kiss.

My body is on fire.

I begin to kiss Brad back and the lust overcomes us. Quickly our hands are dancing all over each other’s bodies, trying to take all of each other in.

Instantly, I am wet.

I need him.

As he presses against me, I feel the bulge in his trousers.

Oh…

That’s big.

And that only makes me wetter.

As he pulls away from the kiss, I try to look sexual by biting my bottom lip, staring at him while his fingers run through my hair.  There is chemistry between us, an understanding. 

His eyes are so beautiful, so damn deep.

Despite being lost in his gorgeous eyes, I notice his hand start to slowly creep down my body, until it stops on my behind. 

His hand runs over the flesh of my bottom with a smooth and tender touch. 

It feels so nice, but my heart rate is racing.  I press into him hard, and I can feel the bulge grow.

My breathing quickens and I start to flush.

Yes.

He kisses me again and the tender kiss sends me into overdrive. His strong hand reaches up and caresses the side of my face.

Wow.

I really want to stop him.

I know that he is a player. He is just using me for sex – a release from his stress. I have to stop him.

But I can’t.

I am lost in his kisses; lost in the way he holds me. I’m not even sure I can speak anymore.

His hand sneaks its way to the top of my thigh, next to my passion. 

I am so tender, so sensitive, that the touch rushes the emotion through my entire body.

Wow.

The lust has taken me away to another place.

My hands frantically begin to undress him. I don’t even have control anymore – the lust and desire has me.

In the moments of passion, I throw the jacket off his shoulders and begin to unbutton his shirt. We are a mess of passion and lust, and quickly clothes are dropping to the floor.

As his shirt drops to the floor…

Oh wow.

I have never seen anything sexier than that. He is toned, muscular and tanned. His chest is strong and his abs… wow, his abs. He has abs. Real washboard abs.

Oh yum…

His body takes my breath away.

When he smoothly runs his hands up my skirt, I have a moment of realism.

He is a bastard.

A player.

I should stop him…

But the lust is too strong.

I have a deep need for his body – a deep desire for him.

When his hand brushes over my tenderness, I am instantly wet.

I need him.

I need him to fuck me.

I need it.

My hands wrestle with his belt, and when it unbuckles, I push his trousers to the floor.

As his jocks go down, so do I.

Then, in front of my face, is his large cock.

Oh…

I have never seen anything like this before – large, strong, manly…

My hand rubs up and down his member with passion and it grows harder, firmer.

Oh…

My tongue licks the tip of his cock and he groans in delight.

“Yes,” he moans. “Yes, Harper.”

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, and continue to rub the shaft of his heavy, thick cock. Oh… he is
so
big.

Rubbing both my hands on his cock, I pump him while his tip is in my mouth.

“Yes, Harper,” he continues to moan. “Fuck yes.”

He grows harder, firmer, and my hands hold his balls. Oh, he is ready for action.

Aggressively, he takes me away from his cock and pulls me back up to kiss him. And it is not a gentle kiss. No way. This is one full of assertive passion.

Again with strength, he turns me away from him and puts me over his table.

He is strong.

Dominant.

I need him.

Bending over the table, he holds me still with one strong hand on my back and the other hand rips down my panties.

Sticking my bottom out for him to take me, he doesn’t wait long.

And then…

Oh…

Fuck…

Yes!

He drives into me and holds his dick inside me.

Wow…

He fills me up.

I have never felt this full. Never have I felt this whole. He is touching me in places I have never been touched.

Holding himself deep inside my pussy, he runs his hands over my exposed ass.

“This,” he groans. “This is nice. Very nice.”

Oh yes…

I have my boss deep inside me.

And then…

Fuck!

He drives into me with forceful passion.

Pounding me into the desk.

This man is strong and I try to hold myself against the table, but his primal power is overwhelming.

He slams me hard.

“Fuck yes!” I scream.

I am being bent over my boss’s desk and being taken like a woman should be taken.

Hard.

Fast.

Aggressive.

It is not long before I feel it.

“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Keep going.”

He doesn’t stop.

The flood of emotion dances through every part of my skin, every part of my soul, and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Fuck…”

And he continues.

My pussy is his toy and he is doing as he pleases.

He continues to drive me into the desk.

A deep, uncontrollable moan escapes my lips. I don’t where it came from but I can feel another building. Again, I moan deeply.

Oh…

Fuck…

My voice lets out another scream of pleasure, from deep within my body.  My breathing quickens into hard pants of desire as Brad continues to drive himself into me - his hardness pulsating deeply in my pussy.

This is better than anything I have ever experienced before.

This passion, this lust, this desire.

This is… wow. 

He is in complete control of me. Taking control like a real man. 

He owns me and I have submitted to his willpower.

The power of lust jumps through his whole body.

My heart-rate begins to increase and my body begins to burn. Oh yes. My uncontrollable moans grow louder. Yes.

“Pound me Brad,” I plead again. 

Yes!

I become lost in his rhythm.

His hands hold me and the muscles in my body grip, flickering, as he continues to punish me with his huge cock.

Wow… I thought it couldn’t get any better but wave after wave flushes over me, sending me to another place.

Brad growls with aggression, dominating me with his voice and his power. 

His dominance sends me on another orgasm. 

I can’t contain it. 

It floods over me like a river. 

Just as my head is spinning, he thrusts into me one last time. I feel his warmth squirt inside me, tingling my pussy.  He pants hard as he slowly moves in and out of me, trying to hold onto every last moment he can.

When he is done, he falls to the armchair next to the desk, and I lounge my body all over his muscular, toned physique.

We lie in our high of passion for some time, my head floating above the clouds in the buzzing glow of orgasm.

Wow…

That was more amazing than I ever thought it could be.