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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica
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Asking for Trouble

 

ISBN 9781419917295

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Asking for Trouble Copyright © 2008 Kit Tunstall

 

Edited by Shannon Combs.

Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.

 

Electronic book Publication July 2008

 

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons,
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characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Sundown Pack:

Asking for Trouble

Kit Tunstall

 

Chapter One

 

Orion seethed with jealousy. He wasn’t accustomed to the
feeling, especially for a woman to whom he had no claim. Why it bothered him to
see one of the other partners talking so intently to his new personal assistant
was a question best left unexamined. He had no right to be annoyed with the way
Graham leaned in close to Natalie, or of the way his hand brushed against her
side in a way that could have been accidental, but probably wasn’t.

She didn’t seem to mind Graham’s attention. Just because
Orion wasn’t sleeping with Natalie didn’t mean another man wasn’t, or that she
wasn’t looking for one.

That was the part that had him on the verge of stalking
forward to shove Graham a few steps away from Natalie to impose some
much-needed distance between the couple. They didn’t seem too intimate, but
that could change. Orion knew Graham didn’t share his conviction that
interoffice romances were a bad idea. Knowing Graham’s history set him even
more on edge. It seemed likely that his partner would sweet-talk Natalie into
his bed in no time. The other man had slept with most of the women who had
worked at Garner, Taylor & Bosley, except for the high school interns and
Mary, Orion’s recently retired PA. Only the fact that she had been old enough
to be both Graham and Orion’s mother when she came to work for GT&B had
spared her from his attentions.

If Natalie was going to sleep with anyone in the company, it
should be him. Orion gnashed his teeth in a futile attempt to push back the
unwanted emotions assailing him. It had been like this since she started
working for him last month. When Orion had interviewed her, he had found her
womanly curves attractive, but didn’t let that influence his decision to hire
her. He had found women attractive in the past and successfully resisted their
allure.

Yet Natalie was different. He spent half the day thinking
about her soft body when he should be focusing on the stock market. The other
half of the day he spent denying he was thinking about her, or staring at her,
or inhaling her scent with his wolf senses. She haunted his dreams, leaving him
aching with need and waking up drenched with sweat, his cock so hard that it
might explode if he had spent even one more minute dreaming of her.

To be infatuated with a woman to this extent, at the age of
thirty-eight, was frankly embarrassing. He hadn’t been so captivated since
Patty Smyth, way back in eleventh grade. Despite the similarities to that teen
crush, this was also completely different. He wanted Natalie with a mature
passion. Where he had once dreamed of mysterious actions with Patty, his adult
self knew the myriad ways he could enjoy Natalie’s voluptuous figure. It was
torturous to deny himself the opportunity to explore that heavenly body, to
bury his hands in her mane of wheat-blonde hair. He longed to rake his fingers
through her wavy curls and wrap the strands around his hands as he thrust into
her, taking possession of her sweet body. All the valid reasons he’d had for
not getting involved with his subordinates were thin as water when used to keep
him from Natalie.

As if his thoughts had conjured her gaze, she looked up from
Graham, her eyes homing in on his immediately. A blush stained her cheeks and
he knew he didn’t imagine the spark of heat in her brown eyes. When she turned
back to Graham, her posture suggested she was trying to withdraw from the conversation.
Orion waited with bated breath, wondering if she would come to him.

Instead, Natalie walked right past Orion, flashing him a
brief, impersonal smile as she made her way into her office. Though he had just
left his office with the intent of meeting a client for lunch before allowing
the cozy scene with Graham and Natalie to distract him, he followed her. Her
office led to his, and he had every right to be there, but couldn’t seem to
think of a reason when he walked in to find such a tempting sight. He bit back
a groan and tried to ignore the jolt in his groin when he saw Natalie bent over
to pick up something off the floor. Her buttocks were soft and shapely,
displayed to best advantage by the cut of her gray skirt. She often wore
shapeless skirts and dresses, so it was a rare pleasure to see part of her body
so prominently displayed.

She stood up and started visibly when she saw him standing
there. Orion wondered if he had hidden his hunger quickly enough. Judging by
the heat suffusing her cheeks and the way she smoothed her hair, probably not.

“Did you need something, Mr. Taylor?”

He shook his head, barely tamping down the urge to tell her
explicitly what he needed. Orion reveled in her obvious nervousness. Much as it
should have shamed him, he enjoyed throwing her off balance. Any sort of
reaction that indicated she shared the attraction pleased him.

“I…um, did you forget something?”

Without speaking, Orion turned and left the office. Part of
his rushed exit had to do with seeing the clock and realizing he was about to
be late to meet his client. The rest was in reaction to his impulse to jump on
Natalie, tear off her clothes and fuck her until they were both senseless. The
animal impulse was at odds with his city persona. While in Seattle, he conducted
himself in a manner that was strictly human. He was the consummate investor,
wine aficionado and sophisticate. It was only on Evergreen Island that he let
his wolf side take over at all, and it had been years since he’d had to
struggle to keep the two halves of his life separate. Until Natalie.

 

As soon as she was certain Orion had truly left, Natalie
collapsed into her leather office chair. Her heart was racing and she found it
difficult to breathe. Absently, she lifted the Childers file to fan herself. It
wasn’t at all hot in the office. The air-conditioning kept the temperature an
efficient seventy-two degrees. His expression was what had left her overheated.
She had stood up from retrieving her pen to find him staring so intently at her
that she had been flustered. Before he had been able to hide it, his face had
betrayed his desire for her. She definitely hadn’t imagined it.

Ruefully, Natalie looked at her chest. Her breasts were
large and surprisingly perky for their size, but that was her only socially
acceptable feature. She was too plump and short to be fashion-plate material.
More importantly, she liked food too much to attempt to become a “perfect” size
two. A life spent subsisting on celery sticks didn’t appeal to her.

Her hair was a boring blonde shade and she knew no man would
ever lose himself in her dull brown eyes. In short, she was average, and the
kind of men she attracted was average too. Why would a man like Orion be
interested in her?

He was certainly gorgeous enough to have any woman. Well
over six feet, he towered over most people and easily controlled any situation.
Natalie knew instinctively that he would still have the same effect had he been
a foot shorter. He was solid and commanding, with an air of dominance that came
from somewhere other than his physical height. Regular trips to the company gym
ensured he maintained a trim, muscular physique his expertly tailored suits
couldn’t disguise. His bold features and dark hair were arresting, even if they
didn’t meet the classical definition of male beauty.

Natalie had seen a number of women throw themselves at
him—some subtly and some not-so subtly—in the month she had worked for him. All
of them had been incredibly beautiful, elegant creatures who clearly had no
trouble finding desirable mates. To her knowledge, not one of them had
succeeded. He didn’t seem like Graham, who gave off a predatory air that told
her he pursued every woman who might let him into her bed. Natalie wasn’t just
a potential notch on Orion’s bedpost, so what did he want from her? Added all
together, the equation still left her puzzled as to why Orion would desire her.

Her face grew hotter when her brain supplied several
interesting possibilities. Her nipples beaded, pressing against the silk bra as
she pictured Orion naked, kneeling between her thighs, prepared to enter her.
She imagined his cock was as big and impressive as the rest of him. Her hand
clenched as she anticipated what it would be like to hold the length in her
palm, to pump his cock in her hand. Saliva flooded her mouth when she imagined
taking his cock inside it, sucking on the thick shaft and pronounced head as he
moaned and thrust deep into the back of her throat.

A bead of perspiration dotted Natalie’s forehead and she
wiped it away. The file fell to the desk with a clatter when she dropped it to
place her hands on her lap. She balled her hand into a fist below the desk. Try
as she might to push away the erotic images crowding her mind, she couldn’t
seem to focus on anything else. The numbers on the spreadsheet before her
blurred and she closed her eyes. That increased the clarity of her imagination.

Orion’s hand was on her thigh, pushing up the hem of her
skirt. Without thought, Natalie’s hand mimicked the motion, sliding under her
skirt. As the fantasy Orion reached her panties, she paused. He traced a finger
down her slit through the silk, and she touched herself the same way. Her pussy
was wet and throbbing, and she could feel the moisture through the scrap of
underwear. Orion pushed aside her panties, and she did the same in real life.
Part of her brain warned her that she wasn’t acting rationally or responsibly.
Anyone could enter the office at any time.

She was too engrossed in her daydream to care. Her hand was
a pale imitation of Orion’s as she pretended he circled his thumb over her
clit. Her puffed lips shielded the little nub, but she founded it without
hesitation. Orion knew just how to rub her to make her pussy clench. He cupped
her pussy in his palm, pushing against her opening suggestively. Natalie gasped
when he slid a finger inside her. Her two fingers seemed about the equivalent
of one of his, so she thrust them in and out of her opening, occasionally
rubbing her clit with her thumb. As she self-stimulated, Natalie imagined him
kissing her mouth and then her neck. His hands, and hers by transference, never
stilled. A barely stifled cry accompanied his phantom lips taking possession of
one of her plump nipples. She shifted restlessly, trying to rub the rigid bud
against the silk bra in an attempt to imitate his mouth. Suddenly, her womb
tightened and her pussy convulsed. Natalie brought herself to orgasm, biting
hard on her tongue to keep from vocalizing any pleasure from the release. Waves
of satisfaction washed over her and she slowly relaxed.

Sanity returned and her eyes snapped open. To her relief,
Natalie was still alone in the office. One quick swipe restored her panties to
their rightful place and she smoothed the skirt down over her thighs. Her
fingers sought out the lacy edge of her stockings and she found each one
securely in place mid-thigh, just as they were supposed to be.

Once certain her clothes were in place, Natalie stood up and
went to the small bathroom located in Orion’s office. She washed her hands,
smoothed her hair and held a damp paper towel to her cheeks until the redness
faded. Staring at herself in the mirror, she shook her head. What had she been
thinking, masturbating like that? Just because Orion was safely away at a lunch
meeting didn’t mean she was alone. She had to get a grip on the fantasies
running through her brain, centered around her boss, before she did something
incredibly stupid. What would she have done if he had walked in on her? What
would Orion have done? Logic suggested he would have fired her, though her mind
whispered he would have insisted on taking over for her hand.

“Stop it,” she said firmly to her reflection. Though her
heart still thumped irregularly, with her appearance restored she looked like
the efficient assistant Orion had hired last month. She gave no obvious
evidence of being a wanton who had just pleasured herself not five minutes
before.

Natalie left the bathroom and returned to her desk. Still
lost in thought, she felt it seemed like only seconds after sliding on her
reading glasses when the door to her office opened. Orion walked in. Somehow,
she managed a distant smile. “Did you have a pleasant lunch, Mr. Taylor?”

He paused by her desk, looking at her quizzically. “It was
fine.” His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. He seemed on the verge of
saying something, but then shrugged and walked on. Orion paused at his door.
“We’ll be working late tonight, Natalie. Jennings wants a prospectus and custom
investment options before he switches his portfolio management to us.”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.” Natalie bent her head, studiously
focusing on the spreadsheet. There was no one waiting for her at home, except
Lucy, and she knew Mrs. Hawkins would let the retriever out to go potty by
prearrangement if Natalie wasn’t home by six. Working late wasn’t a problem. If
only it were so easy to get her mind off fucking her boss, she wouldn’t have
any worries at all.

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