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  In complete control.

  Well, I don’t want to make him wait, do I?

  Taking a deep breath, I take both hands to my waist and start pushing my thong down, doing it as slowly as I can. When the fabric finally floats down my legs to the floor, I suddenly feel more exposed than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

  He’s looking at all of me, and I can’t stop myself from blushing.

  “Don’t blush, Diana,” he whispers softly, “you’re beautiful.”

  Well, that just makes me blush even more.

  I start bending over, ready to take my heels off, when he takes a step toward me.

  “No, leave the heels on,” he tells me with a smile as he takes off his shirt and kicks his shoes and pants off.

  Then, he places his hands on my hips.

  Without taking his eyes off mine, he brings one hand up to my breast, while the other goes over the curve of my ass. He pulls me hard against him, and then crushes his mouth against mine, his kiss wild and frenetic.

  Pushing me back against the desk, he makes me sit on top of it once more, and only then does he stop kissing me.

  “I told you,” he whispers into my ear, “that I was going to reward you.”

  Oh, yes…yes, you did, Mr. Hemsworth.

  Placing his hands on my knees, he then leans in and rests his lips on my neck. I throw my head back, softly moaning as he starts kissing my neck, his lips tracing a downward line toward my breasts. My skin prickles as his mouth goes over the rising curves of my breasts, and when his tongue finds one hard nipple, my soft moans become heavier.

  But he doesn’t stop there.

  No—instead, he keeps on going down, slowly making his way toward my belly and even further. He goes down on one knee and forces me to part my legs. Next thing I know, he’s kissing my inner thighs, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy.

  “That’s...amazing,” I whisper, running my hands through his hair, my eyes closed as I savor his lips on my skin.

  “Oh, God,” I let out as he flicks his tongue against my clit, lightning shooting up my spine.

  “No God here...just me,” I hear him say as he looks up at me, and then he dives back into my pussy.

  With his mouth open, he sucks on my pussy lips eagerly, running his tongue up and down the whole length of my wetness. As he focuses his tongue on my clit, lapping at it incessantly, he then places one finger against my pussy and slides it in mercilessly, curling it upward until it meets that sweet spot inside me.

  Working on me with his tongue and fingers, it doesn’t take long for me to dangle over pleasure’s abyss, electricity crackling under my skin. I grab his hair hard, throw my legs over his shoulders, and thrusting my pussy against his face.

  He responds by licking harder and harder, and next thing I know, my moans have turned into a violent scream, one I’m sure will leave my throat sore for days.

  I scream as hard as I can, a violent orgasm taking over both my mind and body. I’m almost ready to lay down on top of Derek’s desk and pass out, but he isn’t quite done with me. He goes up to his feet, places his hands on the back of my knees, and then pulls me toward him until my ass is sitting on the edge of the desk.

  “Say that you want it,” he breathes out, leaning in to kiss my neck. “Tell me how much you need it.”

  “I want it…I want your cock. I want you to fuck me so hard that I won’t even remember my name when we’re done,” I say, the words tumbling effortlessly from my lips.

  He grins at that and grabs his cock with one hand, angling it down so that the tip is right against my pussy lips.

  And he thrusts.

  I throw my arms over his shoulders as I feel his thickness stretching me wide, each inch that he offers me turning every single thought inside my head into ashes. I dig my fingernails into his back as I lace my legs around his waist, keeping him trapped in place, as I surrender to his thrusts.

  He’s fucking me so hard that I can’t even think right now. The only thing in existence are both our bodies, everything else is just a footnote. I sway my hips back and forth, trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts, and then my mouth finds his.

  We kiss wildly, our tongues dancing around one another as I feel an electric pressure building inside me—it’s almost as if lightning is spreading from between my legs to the rest of my body, electrifying every single cell.

  It feels amazing.

  “Harder, harder,” I tell him, the words cascading out of my mouth before my brain can filter them.

  For a change this time, he’s the one obeying, and he starts fucking me as hard as humanly possible. The ropes of muscles on his arms and shoulders tenses as he slides his cock in and out of my pussy at a frantic pace.

  “Come for me, Diana,” he growls, placing one hand under my chin and forcing me to look straight into his eyes. “Come. For. Me.”

  I don’t know how he does it, but with nothing but words, he beats my body into submission. And so, I come.

  That electric pressure that had been growing inside me finally turns into a wild explosion, its flames spreading through my body like wildfire, unleashing ecstasy in my mind.

  I’ve never felt this much pleasure.

  And still, he keeps on fucking me, his hips moving relentlessly. I moan and scream as I feel his cock, and then I arch my back as his whole body tenses, a violent spasm taking over his cock.

  I feel it twitch and spasm against my pussy walls, and a fraction of a second later, he comes into me, the warmth of his seed forcing the moans to keep climbing up my throat.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” he whispers into my ear as he pulls his cock out, and then he takes two steps back and collapses on the leather couch in the corner of the office.

  As for me, I throw myself back on top of his desk, my lungs working overtime to get some air in. Certain that he isn’t looking at me right now, I take one hand to my hips, and carefully grab a bit of skin between my thumb and index finger. I pinch it hard.

  Yeah, definitely not a dream.

  This is as real as it gets.

  14

  Derek

  The office still lies in disarray. I’ve left it that way since Diana left a couple of hours ago. I’m still not recovered.

  Fuck, that was good sex!

  Hot sex, yes. But was it actually good?

  The question comes unbidden to my mind, and I savor it as much as I’m savoring the whisky in my hand. I’m sitting cross-legged in the couch, facing the sunset that brilliantly lights up my office.

  I take another sip of the whisky, feeling the rich thick liquid lush around my tongue. Almost immediately, images of how I’ve used my tongue on Diana’s body flashes through my mind. I smile, even though I know I shouldn’t be.

  As a man who’s always prided himself on remaining in control—focused—I totally lost it with Diana. Badly. There’re many things I shouldn’t have done with her…to her, starting with taking off her clothes.

  Nope. I shouldn’t have.

  I’m not exactly proud of what I’ve done. But then again, I’m not exactly ashamed of it.

  I take another sip, forcing the alcohol down my throat, and I feel its fire spread through my abdomen.

  You can say that I’m still feeling the tingling of pleasure all over my body. I never knew fucking a girl could be this amazing. Certainly not someone I hope to employ.

  It goes against every policy, every business principle…it fucking goes against everything!

  Yet, I don’t care. And you would think that fucking her, relieving some of that lust, would be the end of it. No. Fucking no.

  Fucking her only made me realize just how much more I want her.

  I want her as my own. I don’t give a fuck about her modelling for Sinful as much as I did when I first saw her. I just want her all for myself.

  I’m selfish that way. Perhaps if she’s mine, she’ll be Sinful’s as well.

  Knowing where she has to go to next just kills me. That fucking bastard Kan
e will no doubt have a fucking surprise planned.

  If she signs with him because of that…

  Immediately after I think of that, I feel a surge of rage overwhelm me. It surprises me; I’ve never felt this way about a prospective employee in the past. I’ve never really felt this way about any one person before.

  It’s all new to me, and I’m beginning to get concerned.

  I try to regain control of my mind, looking down at my bare body. I’ve managed to put on my pants, but my shirt and jacket are still somewhere in my office. I don’t know where.

  I take another sip. I’ve been sitting on the couch ever since Diana left, thinking. It’s a good thing I had the foresight to tell Tracy to go. If not, she’d have heard the whole thing from her desk outside.

  Who knows? Maybe Diana would not have agreed to it, if she knew there was someone out there who was likely to judge her actions. And her actions are questionable, in fact.

  Imagine having sex with your boss even before he’s your boss. That can ruin you if someone’s there to take notes.

  The only downside to having Tracy stay away is, now I’ll have to put my office back together. As you can imagine, all that fucking turned my office upside down. Not that I’m complaining.

  I get to my feet and set the glass of whisky on the table in front of me. I go for my clothes first, putting them on as I find them. I find my Rolex in one corner, wondering how and when it came off.

  It’s not like it’s in the way, I think, with a smile parting my lips.

  When I’m completely dressed, I begin to put my office in order. I normally don’t do this, put my office in order after shagging some girl. I usually call in Tracy, or I leave it be until I return the next morning when it’s perfect, like nothing happened.

  This time, however, I want to do it.

  The choking fragrance of lust still hangs in the air. It clings to every item on the floor, reminding me of the half hour of pure pleasure I had with Diana. It’s almost sacred.

  I wouldn’t let just any hand touch my office. Not now, anyway.

  At last, I get to the hardwired landline that was thrown off the table in the heat of it all. I replace it in its position on my desk, and I put the handle back in its cradle. It takes me another minute to bring my chair to the desk from where it’d rolled to.

  When I finish arranging the office, I sit on my chair, relaxing into its soft, inviting frame. Almost immediately, my phone rings.

  The ringing sort of startles me, since I don’t expect a call on my office number this late in the evening. For a moment, I fantasize about it being Diana, who’s calling me to tell me she’s on her way back for more. Then, I shake off the image from my mind and pick up the call.

  “Yeah,” I grumble—this being the first time I’ve spoken since I Diana left.

  My voice comes off as gruff.

  “How did it go, sir?”

  It’s Tracy. She sounds excited.

  “Fine,” I reply.

  “Did she agree?” she asks.

  For a split, panicked second, I think Tracy’s asking if I had sex with Diana. But then my rational mind kicks in, and I manage to connect it to the deal I’m looking to signing with her.

  Fuck! The deal! Totally forgot about that.

  “Not yet, Tracy,” I reply. “She has to consider all her options before she can make a decision.”

  “Oh,” Tracy says. “So, did we make a good impression? Nobody would tell me anything. That’s why I’m calling you. They say you’ve been in your office since Diana left.”

  I’ve been in my office, yeah. Brooding. Relishing how I feel.

  I don’t want to be walking around and shake it off. I want it to sink in. Because as much as I hate it, this may very well be my last time with Diana.

  Of course, I don’t tell Tracy any of that. Instead, I say, “Yeah, I was just wrapping up some project I’m working on.”

  Yep, Tracy knows every project I’m working on, so she knows that I’ve just lied to her. Before she can call me out on it, I continue, “And I think we made a good impression on Diana. I mean, I won’t know until I get a call from either her or her representative friend, but I’m really confident.”

  I smile. I’m confident in what happened between us. I don’t want to believe that it was one sided.

  We made an impression as a company. I definitely made an insertion … sorry, impression as the CEO.

  “Then the deal is sealed!” Tracy says, her excitement building.

  Honestly, as confident as I am, I don’t feel it. And frankly, I don’t agree with her. If it were some other company, I’d feel confident.

  But this is Kane we’re talking about.

  Kane is fucking savage. A worthy adversary. Dealing with him these past years, I know I have to remain on my toes.

  A girl like Diana responds to the outrageous, which I proved with the send nudes message. It’s safe to assume Kane has the upper hand since being a fucking dick all the time is right up his alley.

  That’s not to say I can’t be over the top sometimes; it’s just it doesn’t come as naturally to me.

  It’s one reason why I lost control and fucked Diana right here.

  She wanted it. I’d normally not do it, but she wanted it. I wanted it, and I wanted her.

  It worked out for both of us, sure, but now she’s gone.

  Hopefully, not for long. Emphasis on the hopefully.

  To Tracy, I say, “Let’s watch and see, shall we?”

  “Okay, Mr. Hemsworth,” she replies.

  “Take care of yourself, Tracy,” I tell her, and then I hang up the phone.

  But what if Kane pulls off one of his extreme tricks and gets her to go with him? I ask myself as I swivel in my chair to face the window behind me.

  I leave the question floating in my mind, hoping a solution will present itself to me. Nothing comes; just a feeling of dread.

  Dread that I won’t know what to do if Diana signs with Kane.

  Dread that I’d probably not be able to accept it.

  Dread that I might do something wrong.

  Shit!

  I shoot out of my chair and walk over to my spot at the corner of my office. I desperately need to relax my mind. I need to regain my balance. My focus.

  I need to caution myself, to make myself believe that Diana is just one girl, that there are a thousand and one other girls out there.

  But it’s an effort in futility, because even as I gaze at the calm sea and empty docks, I can’t help but think about Diana’s naked body. And I can’t help but struggle to banish the image of Diana going to work for Kane.

  I can’t. And it kills me that I can’t.

  “I can’t let it happen!” I roar, my palms already balled into fists.

  I can see my reflection in the window; my face is contorted in a frustrated frown.

  No way am I going to let Diana sign with that motherfucker! I’ll do everything to sabotage him. Fuck, I’ll do everything to have Diana come work for me.

  I don’t fucking care how much I spend. I don’t fucking care how far I go.

  She’s mine!

  Kane wants war? I’ll give him a fucking war!

  15

  Diana

  When I finally get to the house, all I want to do is go to bed. But I can’t, of course, because Sophia’s there waiting for me to give her the low down. But I’ve done a bad thing.

  A very, very bad thing that I can’t get out of my mind.

  I slept with Derek. And it was fucking amazing. I mean, the guy’s a beast!

  And, he’s so freaking huge, oh God!

  Shit. I’ve gone and done it!

  He probably thinks I’m a slut. Everyone at Sinful probably thinks I’m a slut. So, I’m not so enthusiastic when Sophia greets me at the door with a beaming smile.

  She doesn’t even ask me how I’m doing. She goes right ahead to say, “How did it go?”

  “Fine,” I mumble, walking past her.

  I throw my p
urse to one corner and slump into the couch. I wrap my arms myself for a moment, and I shiver, feeling the remnants of pleasure course through my body.

  I shut my eyes for one moment, remembering the feel of Derek’s body pressed hard against mine. I relish how hard he rode me, like a fucking raging horseman riding to war. I remember the grind of his crotch against my hips.

  So, fucking amazing. Yet, so terribly bad.

  How can something so bad feel so goddamn good? I wonder.

  I feel Sophia slide into the seat next to me. I feel her anticipatory gaze burn right at my face. She’s waiting for me to spill my guts.

  And believe me, I want to. But how do I tell my best friend that I fucked the man who was supposed to be giving me a tour of his firm?

  I mean, it’s so bad that if the tabloids get a whiff of it, all my popularity will go out the window.

  Good Girl Gone Bad.

  Model Fucks Sinful’s Boss.

  From Grass to Grace to Sucking Corporate Dick.

  ‘Girl in the Picture Gives Licking your Boss’s Ass’ a New Definition.

  I can only imagine what the headlines would say.

  Ugh! Why the fuck did I do that?

  Even now, my head is spinning. I’m still feeling wild and aroused. And I’m sore everywhere.

  Every-goddamn-where.

  I just want to curl up in my bed and fall asleep.

  “So?” Sophia says, gently nudging me.

  I knead my temples for a moment, licking my lips, wondering how I’m going to lie to my best friend.

  I really don’t want her to think badly of me. She did warn me before I left for Sinful.

  Don’t fuck him, Dee. I’m serious, don’t let him get between your legs, she warned me. Let him give you the tour and leave! Be professional.

  I agreed. I went there and believe me, I tried to be objective. Professional.

  I tried to ignore his smoldering hot presence. I tried to ignore his cologne that seemed to choke the resistance out of me. I tried my best. But…