Flirting With Desire (Contemporary Romance) Complete Collection (6 page)

Hanna drew in an inaudible gasp. She’d had no clue he’d been aware of the disputes she’d had with Chet.

“That was just one of many times I glimpsed the kind of situation you were in as per your relationship with your boyfriend,” he continued. “I couldn’t believe you didn’t see that I wanted you. And how much I hated that you were with someone who couldn’t appreciate you. Yes, I admit I found reasons to be with you all time, keeping you from spending time with him. My need for you pervaded my senses. You were all I could think about. Just imagining you being with him...” he said, his hand cupping the back of her neck and tugging her face closer.

“Which brings me to your question. It’s true that I did get to overhear you mention about the plan to spend time with him this week. And that’s when I called HR. I did what I had to do.”

Hanna was shaking her head in disbelief. Part of her felt the thrilling sensation that Damian had wanted her that much to interfere with her plans, but still, it just felt plain wrong. And self-seeking. He took advantage of situations not caring for their consequences and how they would affect her emotionally.

Damian’s head swooped to the side, about to claim her lips, but she turned her face away. “I can’t shake off the feeling of being manipulated. I mean I always guessed you were devious, but…” She paused, letting out a humorless chuckle. “Wow. Just, wow, Damian.”

She drew back firmly, and his hands fell away with reluctance. “Hanna.”

She didn’t want to think about what that soft, silky tone in his voice meant. She just wanted to get away from him or she’d explode.

“I need time alone,” she said quietly, backing away in direction of the lift. She checked her watch. “We still have a meeting with Gateman Corp President at six thirty. It’s about four now. And I believe our main aim of coming was to work, so…let’s just focus on that for now.”

Without awaiting his reply, she went past him and was relieved he didn’t try to stop her as she headed right back for the lifts.

*

Hanna was in a daze.

How did she go from dating the same man for four years to falling into bed with her boss at a drop of a hat?

She’d order a stiff drink at the bar and was mulling over her fate when she noticed a familiar figure walk in. She looked up and saw it was the waiter from earlier at breakfast, the one she’d flirted with. It seemed like a lifetime ago but she found herself smiling as he asked to join her.

“Please do. Ryan, right?” she asked, recalling that he’d introduced himself by name when he’d served their table.

He nodded with a grin as if happy she remembered. “So why are you here on your lonesome? I’ve got a good listening ear if you’d like to talk about it,” he offered, eyes twinkling.

Hanna’s smile looked wry. “First off, I’d like to apologize – about this morning. I must have embarrassed you with my silly flirting.”

Ryan looked playfully put out. “Darn. I really did think I had the chance of taking you from your man!” he laughed.

Hanna had a confused frown. “You’re wrong, he’s not my…”

“He seemed livid that I’d taken your attention even for a moment,” teased Ryan. “Would he feel a little differently if I told him I think he’s hot, too?” Ryan winked at Hanna, “I’m into guys as well. Though something tells me he wouldn’t be down for a juicy threesome.”

Hanna laughed for the first time that day, a genuine sound of mirth as she met Ryan’s dancing gaze. Blushing, she hid her face in a glass. “No, I doubt that would be his thing.”

“Oh well,” Ryan sighed, his grin never slipping. “My boyfriend wouldn’t want me dating anyone else, so a little harmless flirting helps to liven the mood. It was nice getting to meet you though…”

“Hanna,” she supplied quickly, placing down her drink and taking the hand he held out. “I’m sorry for being so rude; my name’s Hanna Simms. I’m here as executive assistant to Mr. Rush – officially the most infuriating boss in the world.”

Ryan shook his head and chuckled low in his throat. “Honey, looks like you’ve got it really bad for this boss of yours. You should both kiss and make up – but only after you’ve made him grovel a bit.”

Hanna snorted indelicately, unable to imagine Damian grovelling. “I think we’re way past the stage of kissing and making up,” she said. She still couldn’t forgive him for his hand in destroying her relationship with Chet. That had been her choice to make, not his. But he took the matter out of her hands and did things to suit him. Just so he could get her into bed.

She’d always vowed she wouldn’t be like those women she’d seen him discard unthinkingly after they’d outlived their usefulness. Now, Hanna saw herself as no better than those other bimbos who’d fallen for his silken touch and words. He seemed taken with her now, but how long would it be before he tired of the dalliance and she was fired like any of those other assistants who’d been foolish enough to fall for him?

Hanna shook that thought off.

No way she’d fallen for Damian Rush. It had just been sex. Hot sex but empty all the same. She believed in love, and true kinship as the key of a relationship. That was why she couldn’t think of letting Chet go so easily. No matter what, they’d made a real connection over the years. They almost felt like brother and sister thanks to how well they knew each other.

Yes, he’d obviously cheated on her and well, she couldn’t say she was innocent of the same crime, not after what had just happened earlier in Damian’s suite. But how could she make things right again?

She smiled at Ryan, who still lingered at her side. “Thanks Ryan, but I’m done with my drink and need to get back. I’m happy we got to speak.”

“Me too,” he said, viewing her solemnly. “You should have my number. Any time you need to sound off some more, give me a call, could both talk about our man troubles.”

Hanna laughed, shaking her head humorously as she took his offered numbers. Ryan went back to work and Hanna paid for her drink before returning to her suite.

*

Hanna was relieved that the meeting with the President of Gateman Corp took only two hours. Once they were through, they were driving back to the hotel.

“You must be hungry,” Damian said. “Would you like us to stop for dinner?”

Hanna didn’t like the idea of anything fancy. She wasn’t really in the mood for fine dining or whatever. “Maybe if we found a local diner or something?”

To her surprise, Damian agreed, and drove to a local spot. They walked into the cosy eatery and once seated a waitress appeared to take their order.

Hanna noticed a local band setting up as they waited for their meal. They started playing and she found herself enjoying the show. For once, she could take her mind off the disturbing presence of the man seated beside her. At least, until he reached out and placed a hand over hers.

“Still not ready to talk?” he asked, and Hanna found it impossible to meet his eyes.

If she looked at him, she would remember. Would see in her mind’s eye the way he’d made her spread wide for him, so he could spear her with his skilful tongue. And how he’d stretched her lips wide with his girth, both above and below. Sex had never felt like that. Not with Chet or anyone. And Chet was the only man she’d been with for years. But she’d slipped so easily into succumbing to Damian’s sensual mastery. Her senses….blown. Looking at him or talking about it would make it seem real – and she so much wished it was just part of a fevered fantasy. She wasn’t ready for the reality that she wanted Damian – wanted him to take her again, and again. Till she was numb from the feel of his cock ramming her to the deepest neck of her needy sheathe.

Hanna kept her gaze on the crowd, the band, and anything else that would keep her from meeting Damian’s gaze.

Watching the band play and listening to the uplifting folk music made her think of how she’d planned to be in London with Chet by now, enjoying the music festival.

“What are you thinking about?” Damian asked, as if reading her mind, hand still on hers.

“I’m not sure. All I can think about is how I would have been with Chet right now. Chet only ever treated me with respect and love. Why would I ever trade that in for you?”

She saw his eyes harden but he didn’t relinquish his hand over hers. Loathsome as she was to admit it, his warm clasp felt good against her skin.

“You think by holding on to Chet as an ideal, you can turn off what you feel for me? The way you melted like ice cream on my tongue?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive swell of her inner palm. “Or when you told me you needed me, deep inside you. And I gave it to you just the way you wanted.”

Hanna was burning from her roots to her toes. She snatched her hand away as she drew in a rough breath.

“I guess you should be proud. You were the one able to bring out the animal in me,” she said calmly while inside, her body turned to molten lava. “But there’s only one man I could ever want or love. How does that make you feel?”

He smirked, back to the same arrogant Damian. “Now that you’re free of him, I’m going to show you what it means to have a real man in your life,” he said with a raspy
undertone, his face leaning in close enough that Hanna thought he would kiss her. Her nostrils flared, inhaling the sexy enticement of his cologne blended with his delicious personal aroma. Unable to help it, she stared down at his sensuously carved mouth and licked on her lips without thinking.

His eyes darkened to pools of black heat. “I meant everything I said back in the suite, Hanna. I want you. And it extends beyond this trip.
You and me. No other men or women. I promise you this,” were his husky words, his thick eyelashes swooping low to hood his gaze which lingered on the dusky centre of her breasts bared by the cleavage of her jacket.

“Promises are the last thing I want from you, Damian Rush,” Hanna said, surprised by the smoky, sultry tone in her voice.
What the hell was she doing?

It was like being taken over by a desire that couldn’t be tamed. Lord
help her but she wanted to fight it. Was hell-bent on trying to but when she read the blistering passion within Damian’s eyes, she felt like she’d surrendered to a spell.

Around her, the music thrummed and the crowd faded into shadows. Damian’s lips were just a breath from hers. She parted hers slightly, waiting for him to pounce. But before they could kiss, the waitress returned and they drew apart slowly.

Hanna thanked goodness for the dim interior of the eatery, the lights turned down so that focus could be more on the centre stage performance. The smell of warm food reached her nostrils and though she realized she was starving, Hanna felt the urges of a different kind of appetite.

The waitress was gone and Damian still hadn’t looked away from her now heated face. At the apex of her thighs was a constant twitching almost like the ticking of a time bomb. “It’s up to me to decide what you do and do not need,” Damian said, gazed narrowing with almost savage arousal. “And I think you need reminding how possessive I am when it comes to your beautiful body. You’ll be so conformed to the shape and size of my cock, you’d want no one else to take my place.”

Oh, fuck. Hanna squirmed in her seat, hoping there wasn’t a big wet spot beneath her. She yearned for this devil of a man, who’d shown her more real pleasure in one hour than she’d known in the past four years. How incredible was that? What did it even mean?

He had her secret folds seeping with juices. Her body was crying out for a storming release exactly like the ones he’d made her experience. She was sure if he suggested they find a room – any room, she’d follow him so they could be alone and gratify the lusts raging within their system.

I was right – he’s turned me into an animal;
obsessed with carnal desires that couldn’t be denied, thought Hanna as she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

Is this all there is, this mad, rushing typhoon of physical magnetism?

She didn’t care. It didn’t have to mean anything, not tonight. When she opened her eyes, Hanna found the same level of intense arousal in his gaze as she felt. His breathing seemed slightly harsher, rougher.

“Damian,” Hanna whispered, fists clenching as if to hold back the tidal force of her need.

“Kitten, let’s eat, and I give you my word…you’ll find it hard to feel your legs come morning,” growled Damian, before taking her hand and kissing her knuckles, making her feel branded by his heated lips.

They ate in silence but this time, the tension had a tactile quality to it, like the feel of a whip teasing the spine. Hanna’s every nerve ending tingled in anticipation and neither of them lingered over their food, nor stayed for dessert. It wasn’t long before they were done in the diner and Hanna let him lead her out of the restaurant and back to the car, their movements hurried.

Hanna’s cheeks were flushed, flames rising within her core. As soon as they made it into the car, Damian tugged her head close and kissed her hungrily. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she moaned with agonised pleasure. He tasted incredible. Just like sex. Her hands found their way into his silken dark hair, combing through the locks. Then they slid down beneath his jacket to feel the breadth of him, his torso and abs and then, below his belt where she boldly cupped him.

Now it was his turn to groan in torment, his lips tearing from hers to slide down her
throat which he bared by grabbing a handful of her hair at the roots. Hanna felt him suck rawly on the inner curve of her neck and her eyes rolled back in her head, pleasure zipping through her. She squeezed on his hardness, shocked by the sheer size and girth barely held in by his pants. She still felt dazed that she’d taken all of him just hours earlier. Already, her pussy throbbed in memory of the ultimate way he’d owned her pussy with this cock, taking her to places she’d never seen.