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  “Good girl.” He glanced at his watch just as the phone rang outside. “We don’t have time right now, but I will make sure to deliver your first lesson today.”

  “Lesson?”

  He smiled. “Of course. I did say you were going to need training.” He pulled away. “For now, get out there and do your job. I will call on you when I have need of you.”

  “Yes sir.”

  Fleeing from the room as though her heels had grown wings, she answered the phone and wondered just what it was she had gotten herself into.

  ****

  Monday was generally the busiest day of the week, and today was no exception for Eva. She was kept incredibly busy by the constantly ringing phones, the juggling of Greyson’s schedule, and myriad other tasks she had to complete by the end of the day. She was grateful for the work—it helped to keep her mind off the agreement she’d made just that morning—the agreement in which she’d surrendered her body to him.

  Greyson had been just as busy, so he hadn’t called on her except for brief times when he required her to do something for him. She saw him very infrequently despite the single wall separating them, but every time she did it was like a punch to the gut. Her core would quiver in anticipation and her breath would come short.

  At the end of the day he walked past her without saying so much as a word, or even offering her a backward glance or a wave. She’d watched his retreating form, a mixture of relief and dread coursing through her, released from the burden of wondering when he would call for her today, but worried as to why he was still treating her with such indifference despite their agreement.

  The next day was much the same—Greyson had six back-to-back meetings, and so Eva was spending a great deal of her time in the boardroom assisting with power point presentations, taking minutes, and such. Despite Greyson being but an arm’s length away from her, he all but ignored her as he focused his mind on business. In contrast, Eva was painfully aware of every movement he made—every quirk of an eyebrow, curve of his lips, gesture with his hands. Never had he seemed more attractive, more virile, more sexually charged to her as he did now. And yet she felt as though she were as significant as a fly on a wall.

  By the time Wednesday came around, she could no longer stand it—the anticipation was killing her. When noon came around and the office closed for lunch, she made up her mind and marched into his office rather than out the door to enjoy the food she’d packed.

  She knocked briefly, then pushed open the door to find him on the phone. He gestured briefly to her and she came all the way in, then sank into a chair as she watched him. One of his ankles was crossed over his knee as he waved his hand in the air impatiently, and she couldn’t help but notice how the position showed off powerful thigh muscles. Her eyes moved to his crotch despite herself, and she stared for a long moment as if she could develop x-ray vision and see through the cloth to what lay beneath.

  She felt a tingle along her forehead, and her eyes snapped up to see his grey ones watching her with amusement. Her cheeks flushed, and she snapped her head to the side, resolutely fixing her gaze toward the curved wall of windows, and the city beyond.

  A minute later, he finished the call and hung up the phone. She swung back to find him pinning her with a look of such intense lust it knocked the breath from her lungs. It took her a moment to remember to breathe.

  “Did you need something of me, Eva?” he asked politely.

  Eva swallowed. “I… I was wondering… if you were ever going to call for me.”

  One of Greyson’s eyebrows rose. “Call for you?”

  She fidgeted in her chair, but refused to back down from his gaze.

  “Yes. Since you’ve now declared me to be your pleasure slave.” The words came out hard, and she realized she was angry at him for dangling her on a string this way. “You said you would call on me, but you haven’t even though it’s been two days. I was wondering if perhaps you’d decided to back down.”

  The other eyebrow rose as well this time. “Well, well, well. It looks like your claws are coming out after all.” He rose from his chair and circled round the desk. Eva tried to rise as well, but he rested his arms on either side of her chair, preventing her from moving. “I apologize if you think I’ve been neglecting you, Eva.” He stroked a finger along the underside of her jaw. “I assure you it was not my intention at all.”

  Greyson smiled at the fire in her eyes that belied her trembling body. He knew very well why he had made her wait—not because they had been so busy but because he had wanted to torture them both with anticipation. During his nights at home, endless scenarios had marched through his head—the things he wanted to do to her, with her, haunting him so that it was all he could do not to go to her apartment and drag her out of bed by the hair. Or, perhaps, simply join her in the bed. He wondered what kind of bed she had. Would it be large enough to fit them both?

  “That wasn’t what I meant,” Eva protested. “I don’t care if you change your mind. I just wanted to make sure.” She licked her lips.

  Greyson smirked. “You know that’s not the truth. You came back here because you couldn’t stand waiting for me any longer. I promised you pleasure, and you want to collect.”

  “That’s not—”

  “True?” He placed a hand over her heart, gently cupping her breast. “Maybe not in your head, but most definitely in your heart. If that weren’t the case, then why do I feel it pounding so hard against my hand? Why are your cheeks flushed? Your nipples hard?” He slid a thumb over the peak protruding through the purple cloth of her dress, smiled at her sharply indrawn breath. “You want me. I would even bet that your panties are wet right now.”

  “I—” she clamped her legs together instinctively and then seemed to realize that by doing so she might as well have shouted that she he was right. “This is ridiculous. If you want me to do something for you, just tell me so we can get it over with already.”

  “That isn’t how this works, Eva.” His hand slid up her right thigh, turning her legs to jelly so that he had no trouble nudging them apart. “I’m not going to allow you to deny your desires. I know you want me. And I’m going to make you admit it.”

  Breathless, she watched as he nudged her legs further apart and slid his hand along the outside of her panties. He came away with glistening fingers. “Well? What do you have to say about that?”

  Before she could reply, he pushed her skirt up, then yanked her panties off. The lacy material caught on the edge of one of her heels, she winced as it ripped. He tossed it aside with a shrug, then hooked each of her legs around the arms of her chair, spreading her wide.

  “So pretty,” he said, stroking a finger down her cleft. “Pink and glistening, like a jewel.” His fingers found her clit and began stroking it. Eva struggled to hold back her moan of pleasure.

  “There’s no need to fight it,” he assured her in a soft voice as he stroked her faster. “The more you fight it, the more you’re denying yourself release.” He slid two fingers inside her with his other hand. “Admit it. You want me.”

  “No.” She meant for the word to sound firm, but it came out as a breathy moan as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Whether she wanted it or not, the pleasure was building quickly. She pushed her hips against his hand, and instantly he stopped, leaving her aching.

  “Your body doesn’t agree with your words.”

  “Please,” she begged, straining, but he was gripping her hips with one hand, the other teasing her folds gently, enough to increase the ache without offering anything more than a hint of release. “Stop this torture.”

  “Do you want me?” He thrust a finger in her suddenly and she arched her back, moaning.

  “I—” the words stuck in her throat. She knew she did, but she felt as though admitting it would mean defeat. There was a battle of wills being waged here, and if she gave in she would lose. Unfortunately she was having an awful lot of trouble remembering why losing would be so bad.

  “Te
ll me. You know it’s true.” He pinched her clit hard enough that there was equal parts pain and pleasure. “You can end it with a few simple words. Do you want me?”

  “Yes,” she finally sobbed, giving in. “Yes, I want you. Now please, finish it!”

  He grinned wickedly. “But of course.”

  Leaning down, he stroked his tongue down her folds as he shoved his fingers into her. She would have screamed had he not clamped a hand over her mouth. This time he allowed her to push her hips against his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue and fingers, pumping three, four into her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Now that she was no longer fighting it, the pleasure built with terrifying speed until it was released with the force of a tidal wave, ripping through her. His hand over her mouth kept her from letting the entire building know just how awesome, how terrible, how delicious it felt. She’d never had an orgasm like that before in her life.

  Once she’d stopped trembling, he pulled back and looked up at her. Eva realized he had gone to his knees, and felt a certain amount of pride in that. He, Greyson Stone, CEO of Creative Enterprises and her boss, nonetheless, had knelt on the hard floor in his ten-thousand dollar suit and pleasured her until she’d seen stars

  “There now.” He sat back on his haunches for a moment before rising up to his full height. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

  Towering over her once more, Eva suddenly felt terribly embarrassed in her position, with her legs thrown over the arms of her chair and her dress rucked up. Hastily, she lowered her feet back to the ground and pulled her dress down tight over her body.

  “No. It wasn’t.” She frowned as she smoothed some lingering wrinkles down over her ample hips, wondering why he would want her. She was no skinny model. Rather than asking, her eyes drifted to his tented crotch. “Though I don’t see why you didn’t take any pleasure yourself.”

  “I was trying to prove a point.” His hands circled her waist and he pulled her to her feet. “Now that I have, I won’t hesitate to.” Glancing at his watch, he frowned. “Unfortunately, it’s time for you to get back to work. We will have to continue this another time.”

  “Yes, sir.” She inclined her head, surprised at the feeling of disappointment. Surely she would be jumping at the chance to get back to work? “I will be outside if you need me.”

  He smiled wolfishly. “I’m sure you will.”

  ****

  The rest of the afternoon passed briskly, but without incident. In fact, Eva would have considered it a comfortable day if it weren’t for the hunger clawing at her stomach. She wasn’t allowed to eat at the desk, and even if she had been of a mind to her food was in the break room downstairs, well out of her reach.

  Greyson, being the boss, had no such restrictions—he went out and returned with takeout Chinese. The aroma had nearly driven her mad with hunger. By the time six-o’clock rolled around, she was absolutely ravenous. She packed up hastily and was making a beeline for the elevator when Greyson stepped out.

  “Eva.” Pausing, she bit back a curse and then turned to face him. One of his hands was tucked casually into his pocket as he smiled. “I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner?”

  Her jaw dropped. “You’re inviting me out to eat?”

  One of his shoulders shrugged. “It is partially my fault you missed lunch, and I feel guilty for not bringing you anything back. It’s the least I could do.”

  She looked at him dubiously. “What do you propose? Perhaps a quick lunch at a diner or café?”

  He gave her a lopsided grin. “I had something a little classier in mind.”

  Of course he did. A man like him might go to Panda Express once in a while, but he’d never take a woman to a fast food joint—especially not one he intended to sleep with.

  “I suppose I wouldn’t mind letting you buy me dinner.”

  “Good.” He crossed the distance and took her arm. “Let’s go, then.”

  The place she was whisked off to was far from a McDonald’s. It was an exclusive restaurant owned by a famous French chef, and boasted a wide variety of culinary delights. The waiter brought them a vintage red, and they sat out on the terrace sipping their wine and gazing out over Central Park. She could see Central Park lake sparkling and reflecting the vibrant colors of the setting sun, while people—so tiny and insignificant from up here—walked, ran or biked along the paths.

  “This is beautiful.” She had a view of Central Park from her own apartment, but it was nothing like this.

  “I’m glad you like it.” He reached across the table and twined his fingers with hers. She shivered as the pad of his thumb lightly stroked the webbing between her thumb and forefinger—a sensitive spot, and from the gleam in his eye, he knew it. “This is one of my favorite places to come to eat out.”

  It also cost a fortune, if the menu prices were to be believed. She would have winced if it weren’t for the fact that he was not only paying, but he could well afford the expense. Recklessly, she ordered the most expensive dish on the menu, and proudly told the waiter her choice. Greyson only smiled, as though she were a child who, in a fit of pique attempting to get back at her parent, had instead done something terribly amusing. Shame filled her. Of course he wouldn’t care either way. She was just making herself look foolish.

  Rather than make a fuss, she allowed him to draw her into conversation over the meal. She found out he’d grown up in Boston, and at one point had considered going to MIT for their Engineering program. Instead, shortly after getting out high school, he had landed a position as an assistant manager for a locally owned store, and found that he liked the business side of things. He had instead graduated from Boston College with an MBA and had gone on to New York after running a variety of successful business ventures for others to start on his own.

  Eva offered sparse details about her own life, not necessarily because she wanted to hide anything, but because compared to his accomplishments she felt as though her life was a failure. Because she’d gotten a job straight out of high school, and a rather cushiony one at that, she felt as though it wasn’t necessary for her to go to college, that she would be perfectly content with where she was at. She had no concept of job security, of the state of the economy, of anything outside her little sphere. And so when the company had folded, she was left out in the cold.

  Despite this, he seemed perfectly content with the anecdotes she did tell him—of life with her family in Oyster Bay, of different trips she’d taken and various exploits she’d had with her friends. A few times he’d even chuckled as she’d detailed some of the more mischievous doings she and her friends had gotten themselves into. Retelling them put a smile to her face as well—it had been a long time since she’d done anything so care free.

  Once the meal was over, he took her for a walk down in the park. The sun was nearly gone by then, with only the gilt edges remaining as twilight reigned over the sky. Nowhere else in the city was it more obvious that spring had arrived—the profusion of greenery, the quiet chirping of birds settling down for the night, and the fragrance of a multitude of blossoms drifting over the wind were the season’s banner being flown high and proud.

  “I love nature,” she said with a quiet sigh as they walked along a path near the lake. She could hear distant chatter and laughter of other people also out to enjoy the beauty Central Park provided, but there weren’t as many as they were during the day now that the sun had darkened the foliage. People liked to see the blossoms in full color, after all.

  “So do I,” he told her, his hand at the small of her back. “This place shows us the bright side of life—that we can take pleasure in the sights, sounds and smells of the world. His hand inched a little lower, brushing the curve of her bottom. “And other things, too.”

  Her pulse leaped as he turned her onto a smaller trail, one off the beaten path that lead into a cluster of trees. “Where are we going?”

  “For some privacy.”

  He backed her up against the tall, s
turdy trunk of a tree—it was too dark for her to tell what kind it was. The craggy bark dug in between her shoulder blades, but she could hardly focus on the discomfort as his lips took hers. Their first kiss was not gentle, but neither was it particularly rough. It was simply impassioned, filled with the edge of hunger, yet there was a quality to it that told her he was in no hurry to have that hunger fulfilled.

  “I’ve wanted to kiss your pouty lips since the first moment you stepped into my office,” he told her after he’d pulled away with a tug of his teeth on her lower lip. “You taste like everything I could ever hope for.”

  “Oh?” she asked breathlessly as he scorched the side of her neck with kisses. “And what was it you were hoping for?”

  “Sex incarnate.”

  She’d never before thought of herself that way, but she certainly felt it now, as he heated her with his touch. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip bone, an insistent reminder that she’d yet to fulfill her end of the bargain, and yet he made no move other than to taste her, touch her, inflame her. She felt as though each breath against her skin, each stroke of his thumb against the nipples poking through the fabric of her dress, was a bellows being poured into her furnace, stroking the banked coals of her desire to impossible levels of heat. She was panting, flushed, her pussy throbbing and wet, and he hadn’t even gotten her clothes off.

  “Wait,” she gasped as he began sliding his hands up her dress. They paused mid-thigh, so close to the center of her torment. But she had to do this. He had pleasured her selflessly this afternoon, despite the fact that she had promised him pleasure as well. It was time for her to uphold her end of the bargain.

  Without giving an explanation she reached down and yanked his belt free. With fumbling fingers she undid his pants, then reached in to wrap her fingers around his cock. She gasped as she realized he wore nothing beneath his pants—her fingers met the velvet steel of his shaft, and he sucked in a breath rapidly as she wrapped her fingers around it. It was too dark to see, but she was able to discern by touch, by rubbing her fingers up and down his length, that he was a large man in more ways than one.