Seduced by Him (Billionaire Sex Club) (2 page)

Yes, it was grossly unfair to compare another man to Jeremy
because he was ridiculously good looking. Hard to avoid doing since they were
shaking hands, standing face-to-face. Hunk to…

I shuddered as thinking of what to refer to
Hoates
as.

Jeremy headed toward his office and hesitated.
Hoates
slowed near my desk. He leered some more and I
suddenly felt like buttoning my blouse all the way up. It wasn’t like I was
flashing cleavage or anything. I had a
cami
on under my
blouse, but
Hoates’s
gaze made me feel dirty.

Clearing his throat, Jeremy gained
Hoates’s
attention. “I have dinner plans and am pressed for time.”

“Of course,” said
Hoates
,
following him into the office. They left the door open and started in on what I
expected would be yet another three hours of getting nowhere.

I grabbed my cell phone and pressed the contact button
marked Janie. She answered on the second ring. “Hot, young, horny and
desperately sick of working on this ad project speaking. How can I help you?”

“Goofball,” I said softly. I didn’t like making personal
calls at work.

“Yes, I am. What’s up?” my best friend Janie asked.

“I have to bail on girls’ night tonight.”

“Lisa, get off
Ansiley’s
phone and
give her back. She’s nothing if not on time and never one to cancel plans,” she
joked.

I smiled. “I have a dinner, uh, date?”

“Was that formed as a question?”

With a snort, I turned partially in my chair. “Jeremy asked
me to dinner.”

“Mr.
Hotsauce
Boss? Mr. Wish You
Had Him Spread Out Wearing Nothing But a Layer of Whipped Cream?”

I blushed, sorry I’d shared that particular fantasy with
her. “Yes. Him.”

“Oh God, are you going to have sex with him?” she asked, her
voice low. I knew she was at work and she wasn’t one to talk openly with
strangers around about anything to do with sex.

“Wanting to and getting to are two different things,” I
answered.

“
Ansiley
, if you sleep with him it
could cost you your job.”

I hated hearing reason when all I wanted to hear was confirmation
dinner was a good idea and that I was forgiven from having to bail out on girls’
night. I should have called Lisa. She’d have told me to show up at dinner naked
to be sure I got sex out of the night. Stupid me, I picked the more repressed
of my best friends as a phone-a-friend-helpline.

“What are you going to wear?”

“Exactly what I’m in,” I replied. “He said it was fine.”

“How late will you be?” Worry coated her voice.

I smiled. “I’ll be home before curfew, Mom.”

“Wench,” she teased.

“Love you too.
Gotta
go.” I hung
up and returned to my task at hand—my job.

At the one-and-a-half-hour mark from when
Hoates
had arrived, the voices from Jeremy’s office became
louder. Things were heated, more than normal when the two of them were
together.

“
Ansiley
, bring me the Gates file,”
Jeremy said from his office.

I grabbed the file he’d requested and slipped my T-strap
heels back on. It took practice to be able to ease in and out of them, but I
managed. I had a bad habit of slipping them off whenever I sat at my desk. I
entered Jeremy’s office and moved past William
Hoates
as fast as I could.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked, my gaze on
Jeremy.

He didn’t look up from the papers before him. “No.”

He was pissed. Glad it wasn’t at me.

“I’ll take a tall glass of you,” William said smugly. He
whistled between his teeth and stared me up and down blatantly. “I can see why
Jeremy spends so much time at work. With a secretary as hot as you I’d never
leave the office either.”

“William,” Jeremy said sternly. “She is an administrative
assistant and not up for discussion.”

“Come on,
Jer
,” William returned,
sounding whiny. “We’ve known each other a long time. She’s
exactly
your
type. You like them with dark hair and blue eyes—creamy pale skin.”

“Enough,” said Jeremy.

William couldn’t seem to leave well enough alone. He’d never
been this overtly inappropriate to me before. “You vanished from the scene
months ago and we all wondered what happened. I didn’t realize you were getting
your kink on here at the office. Damn. She is fine. Tell me, does her ass pink
up as quickly as her cheeks do? I bet she creams every time your hand meets her
sexy ass.”

Normally, I was great about keeping my mouth shut and doing
my job. William had always rubbed me the wrong way, and before I knew it, I was
speaking without thinking. “Mr.
Hoates
, I’m two
seconds away from taking Mr. Dermott’s letter opener and committing a felony.
I’ll end up in prison and you’ll end up one nut short, so I’ll ask again, do
you want anything to drink?”

When I finished, I realized what I’d done and who I’d done
it to. A man Jeremy had been working for months with to broker a deal. Tensing,
I looked toward my boss and found him standing, his heated gaze on William.

“Out,” he said clearly and with so much force I jolted
slightly.

Nodding, I turned to leave.

He caught my wrist gently. “Not you.”

William balked. “Wait. Me?
Jer
,
you can’t be serious. You’re going to let a two-dollar tramp…”

Releasing my wrist, Jeremy growled a second before he leaned
forward fast. He snatched hold of William and lifted him out of his seat. “Get
out.”

He released William’s jacket and William fell backwards,
barely managing to stay upright. William’s heated gaze found me. It hardened.
He adjusted his tie and pivoted, exiting quickly.

I went to the chair he’d been in and straightened it before
turning to look at Jeremy. “I’m sorry I said what I did to him, Mr. Dermott.”

He rubbed his brow and bent his head. “
Ansiley
,
call me Jeremy.”

“Sorry,” I said softly.

He looked to me. “I’m the one who is sorry.”

My brows knit.

“For William’s behavior.”

“Oh, okay.” I tipped my head, my long hair falling over my
shoulder. “It’s not your fault he’s a douchebag.” Cringing, I lowered my gaze.
“I mean, well, um, it’s not your fault, sir.”

He came around the desk and stood before me. His forefinger
caught just under my chin. He forced my gaze up. “You’re right. He is a
douchebag, and I’d prefer it if you called me by my name, not sir. At least not
now.”

It was hard to look away from his full lips. The man had the
sexiest darn lips I’d ever seen on a guy. The always there five o’clock shadow on
his jawline added to his appeal and his deep chocolate gaze framed by black
lashes could make me sigh if I wasn’t mindful around him.

He stared down at me and I thought about what he’d said.
“What do you mean by at least not for now?”

His lips twitched. “Nothing.”

Sighing, I nodded. “I need to finish callbacks.”

He caught my wrist. “
Ansiley
, what
he said—”

My lip curled. “Only served to cement my thoughts on him
being a pervert.”

Jeremy drew back from me, seeming to close off. “A pervert.
Yes.”

Unable to stop myself I nudged Jeremy and winked. “Hey,
don’t get me wrong, the talk of you spanking me part was nice, but the fact it
was all coming from his mouth sort of ruined the fantasy.” I
pinked
up instantly. “I mean, well, I should get to those
callbacks.”

“
Ansiley
,” he said. “Come here.”

I obeyed because there was something in his voice that told
me I had to. More than that. I wanted to. My vagina had its own private victory
party, sensing what I was reluctant to admit. Sexual need hung in the air.

I’d only just spent the night prior listing all the ways I
wanted to have sex with my boss. My best friends had listened, joked and told
me to forgo panties from now on and just happen to drop a pencil near Jeremy’s
desk, bend over and give him a show. Since I liked to think I had more class
than that, I wasn’t commando.

Yet.

I inched around his desk, and the moment I was within arm’s
reach of Jeremy he snaked a hand around my wrist.

Warmth and pure alpha male had hold of me. I knew as much
and it turned me on. He wasn’t hurting me, but the promise of pain—pain I’d
want was there in his dark gaze. “He was wrong to speak to you how he did.”

“I know,” I whispered.

“What you said?” He kept hold of me and I made no effort to
pull away. I had hopes he’d pull me closer. Hopes that he’d do more. “About me
spanking you?”

Something in his voice told me if I answered with a lie and
told him I hadn’t thought about it, he’d leave me be—for good. I didn’t want
that. Drawing up my courage, I spoke, “Yes. I said it would be nice.”

“You mentioned fantasy,” he answered. “Is it a fantasy of
yours,
Ansiley
? Do you want that?”

“W-what?” I questioned, knowing full well what he was asking,
but I was too chicken shit to answer.

“Do you want me to spank you?” His smoldering gaze bore into
me.

My body responded to his closeness, to his commanding presence.
He pulled me closer and I lost all resolve. “Yes.”

He hooked an arm around my waist, keeping my wrist held
firmly in his other hand. He bent his head, his lips nearing mine. They were so
kissable and close. A hushed sigh escaped my parted lips and he took it as an
invitation. As permission.

It was far more than that.

He feathered his lips over mine to start with, and I arched
my back to him, trying to get closer, but he called the shots. He was in
control. I liked that. Liked surrendering myself to a man like him.

Jeremy covered my lips with his, darted his tongue into my
mouth, and the seduction began. I didn’t fight it. I burned for more than just
kisses. For more than what he was offering.

He eased his lips from mine and our gazes held. “Yes or no?”

I didn’t need to be told what he wanted an answer to. My
body knew. As cream slicked my panties, I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he responded, his deep voice making my pussy
tighten in anticipation. So many nights he’d been a fantasy lover. The one I
imagined as I worked my clit in a frenzy. As I came hard around my vibrator. He
was the man I told my friends was on my bucket list of things to do before I
died. He was the only man on it.

He pulled me between him and his desk. He pushed on me and
my butt met wood. I sat, knowing it was what he wanted. His kisses continued,
working me into a dither. I moaned as he moved to kissing my neck, inching his
hand up my thigh to the hem of my short dress.

“I love you in this color,” he murmured against my ear.

A smile touched my lips as I tipped my head back. “I know.”

“Do you know what I’ve wanted to do to you all day?” He
traced his fingers over the tops of my thigh-highs. “I’ve wanted to call you into
my office and demand you bend over my desk. Demand you let me do this.”

He slipped his fingers up and under my wet panties. I gasped
as he dipped a finger into my slit, boldly and without hesitation. He met with
resistance even though I wanted him.

“Tight,” he said, hunger reflecting in his eyes. “And wet.”

“Yes.” I kissed his cheek, wanting his mouth on mine once
more. He gave me what I wanted, his tongue finding mine as he dipped his finger
into my core. I rocked on his hand, and when he added another finger I moaned
into his mouth.

He drew back slightly. “Last chance to stop me.”

“Never,” I returned.

Jeremy’s thumb found my clit and he rubbed it expertly,
making me squirm on his desk. I went for his tie first, undoing it and pulling
it over his head. I cast it aside and then yanked on his jacket, freeing him
from it. He laughed softly at my eagerness as I frantically tried to unbutton
him.

“We have all night,” he said, his finger pushing in and out of
me as his thumb stayed on my clit.

“Now. I need you now.”

Nodding, he kissed me more and withdrew his hand from my
pussy. I wanted it back and fast. He undid his buttons and made short work of
his shirt. He pulled his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Come-worthy-male-on-a-cracker, he was ripped. As he loosened his belt and
opened the front of his pants, my gaze went straight to his groin. His boxer
briefs were in the way. I wanted cock and I wanted it now.