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I LOOKED UP AS I HEARD the door to my office bang open, and as soon as I saw her standing there, I knew what this must be about.
“Oh, hello,” I greeted Nadia calmly, not letting any shock show on my face. I wasn’t surprised, not really – ever since I had booked that table for her and her father, I had known she was going to throw one hell of a tantrum over it. That was just the kind of girl she was, she didn’t like anything she didn’t have complete control over in her life, even if it was actually helping her.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, slamming her hand down angrily on my desk. Her face was blazing with fury, and I didn’t let it get to me for a second.
“You’re not due in till later this evening,” I reminded her as I rose to my feet. My attitude just seemed to piss her off even more, and that amused me. How angry could she be at me, when I had taken her out for a delicious dinner with her father? One I knew they wouldn’t have been able to afford if it hadn’t been for my help?
“You booked that dinner for my father and I,” she snapped at me. “What did you think you were doing? Did you really – did you really think I was just going to let that happen?”
“Why not?” I replied, with a smile I knew must have been driving her crazy. “I like to take care of my employees.”
She rolled her eyes at me.
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”
“Yes, you do,” I replied, and I could see that flash of anger again. She didn’t like being told what to do, but she knew I had a point – after all, she was working for me because she knew she didn’t have any other options. If she could have told me where to stick my job, I was sure she would have taken the chance, but she didn’t dare.
“I wanted to give you something to celebrate our new arrangement,” I continued. “I called your father, suggested it to him, and he said yes. I don’t see what the issue is.”
“You don’t get to decide what I’m doing when I’m not here at work,” she fired back. “I – I have my own life, you know. It’s got nothing to do with you...”
“I never thought it did,” I replied. “I intended to give you an evening to relax. Without having to think about me.”
“Oh, and you just thought you were going to be able to get through the whole evening without someone dropping that you were the one who paid for everything?” she snapped at me. Her voice was laced with irritation, and I wondered if the bottle of champagne I had sent for the two of them had arrived, or if she had turned it down when she had found out who it was from. I could practically see the look on her face, the shock when she put all the pieces together. I wished I could have been there in person to witness it, but this was good enough.
“Is it a problem that I wanted you to have a nice dinner with your father?” I remarked. “Family is important to me. I want everyone around me to have the best relationships with theirs that they can.”
“It’s none of your business,” she fired back at me. “It doesn’t matter what my relationship with my father is, I don’t want you to have anything to do with it, you understand?”
“I’m not trying to get in the middle of you—”
“Yes, you are,” she told me, and she rubbed a hand over her face, looking exhausted. “I – I just thought I was getting some quality time with my dad, and then there you are, cropping up again out of nowhere.”
“That wasn’t how I intended it,” I replied, but the smirk on my face must have given it away to her. I had to admit, the sight of her like this, so angry, so full of passion, was turning me on a little – I usually saw her so restrained, so held-back, so carefully cultivated to make sure she didn’t give away anything more than she wanted to, but here, she was clearly unable to stop herself from getting furious right up in my face.
“That’s how it came across.”
She stood there for a moment, and crossed her arms over her chest. She was breathing hard. The door of the office was closed behind her, and I couldn’t help but notice how close to me she was standing in that moment. I took a step towards her.
“Like I said,” I repeated myself. “I like to make sure my employees are taken care of.”
“What, so they can take care of you in return?” she spat back at me, looking me up and down. I grinned at her.
“If they want to.”
“Or do you just keep it so they’re on the stripper poles?” she demanded. “You want them to take their clothes off for you, but that’s it, huh?”
“They can do whatever they want for me,” I replied. I wasn’t going to let her throw me. I knew this was going to piss her off, but I didn’t care. I wanted to remind her I could give her everything she wanted – all she had to do was step up and take it. And I could tell from the way she was looking at me right now that she knew I was able to give her anything and everything she might have desired. And that she was just deciding how much of that she wanted to take...
And then, all at once, she leaned forward, and she kissed me.
It was the last thing I had been expecting. Yeah, I’d have been lying if I said I didn’t notice the chemistry between us before that moment, but damn – I thought she would hold back a little longer before she made that move.
She didn’t pull back. I tucked my hand behind the nape of her neck, pulling her in close to me, and she planted her hand against my chest and kissed me hard, almost angrily, as though she was trying to take something out on me. I kept waiting for the moment that she would pull back and storm out, but she didn’t - she couldn’t. She felt it, just the same way I had, and there was no way she was going to let anything get in the way of that.
I spun her around and pushed her against the desk so I could kiss her properly, my other hand snaking up her leg and guiding her skirt up over her thigh so I could feel her warm flesh beneath my touch. I could still remember how she looked when she stripped down in front of me, and I wanted to feel that body for myself.
She felt just as incredible as I had imagined she would, and she arched her back to press herself against me as I skimmed my fingers up the inside of her thigh. God, the way she responded to me, it was impossible to resist – I pushed my tongue into her mouth, half-wondering if the door was locked and half not caring about it at all. The way she moved against me, as though she had been starving for me all this time and didn’t know how to hold back, it was everything to me. It reminded me just how intense all of this was between us, just how deep our chemistry ran. We wanted each other, needed each other, and whether or not she was willing to admit that outside the realms of this hook-up, I didn’t care. We just wanted this, and that was all that mattered.
I hitched her up on to my desk and rolled her dress up over her hips so I could see her properly – I pulled back to look at her, or at least tried to, but before I could get too far, she reached up to grab my head and kiss me again. It was like she couldn’t risk taking even a second to think about this, because she was worried she might decide it was a terrible idea and she didn’t want to do it after all.
But we both did. I could tell from the way she was responding to me, the way she panted against my lips, the way she pushed herself into me, that she needed this. My cock was already starting to harden at the feeling of her so near to me, and I knew I had to be inside of her – had to feel that gorgeous pussy of hers around my cock.
I pulled her panties aside and looked down at her pussy for the first time – she was shaven bare and utterly gorgeous, her pink lips glistening with wetness as she waited for me. She sank her fingers into my back and pulled me closer, reaching down for my cock, and unzipped my pants as quickly as she could, her fingers shaking slightly as she did so.
I watched as she unzipped me and pulled my cock from my pants. She looked at me like she could hardly believe she was doing this, but at the same time, I knew neither of us could deny how good it felt. I shifted myself a little towards her, so that my cock was just an inch or two from her pussy, and watched as she spread her legs a little wider.
“Please,” she murmured.
“Please what?” I prompted her. I wasn’t going to push inside of her until I heard those words come out of her mouth, the neediness overwhelming her, everything else dropping away until there was nothing left but the sheer intensity of the way that she wanted me.
“Please, fuck me...”
I didn’t need telling twice. I took my cock and guided it towards her slit, watching as she spread her legs even wider, needing me, wanting me, telling me in all the ways she knew how that she had to have me inside of her. I traced my tongue over her chin and dipped it back into her mouth as I pushed myself inside of her for the first time, feeling her whole body tense and clench around mine for an instant as she felt me move into her.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, and she kissed me harder, our tongues moving together as she shifted to the very edge of the desk so I could push into her properly.
The feeling of her tight, warm pussy around my cock was almost more than I could take. From the very first time we had danced together, I had wanted her like this, and I had known it would feel as amazing as it did right now. I had known I wouldn’t be able to resist her, resist the way that gorgeous, strong, flexible body felt against mine. I could feel her lean muscles beneath her skin, a reminder of her strength, and that strength she was allowing to submit to me.
I moved myself all the way inside of her, feeling her body as it responded to that fullness, and knew she wouldn’t be able to keep herself back from me any longer. The two of us had been lying to one another all this time, telling each other we didn’t notice the intensity of the chemistry between us, but now that we’d felt this, I knew there was no way in hell we were going to be able to hold back any longer.
