“Are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?” I ask Scarlett.

“It’s only a few days. Besides, I have a friend staying over, so I’m good,” Scarlett reassures me.

I hear a male voice in the background before she hastily cuts the line, and I wonder who it was.

Staring at my cell phone, I wonder who that could be.

I really hoped it wasn’t Collin.

Stuffing my phone in my bag, I get up and start looking for Steven.

I felt a little uneasy about my words from this morning. Christmas was a family matter and I shouldn’t have interfered. I crossed a line and I wanted to make amends.

However, the house was so big that I ended up wandering the hallways.

“Can I help you, Miss?”

I blink at Jarvis who smiles at me.

“I – I was looking for Steven.” I stammer out, a little taken aback at his sudden appearance.

Jarvis glances at his watch, “He would be in his office, right now. Would you like me to take you to him?”

I shuffle my feet, “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all. Follow me.”

He leads me up another flight of stairs to a carpeted hallway that seems familiar. I remember passing it by last night.

He gestures toward a heavy oak door, “You’ll find Master Tanner inside.”

I watch him leave, before hesitantly knocking on the door, and peering inside.

Steven was sitting behind a huge desk that seemed mighty expensive, in an arm chair that looked like it had been made just for him.

He was on the telephone, and I wondered why he would have that. It just seemed so old fashioned. But this man continuously surprises me.

He looks up and I see a hint of surprise and pleasure flash through his eyes as he waves me in.

I close the door behind me and lean against it, studying the interior of the room.

It looks like one of those old-fashion offices that you would find in the magazines of the fifties, that belonged to the wealthiest aristocrats.

But then, Steven’s dressing style fits right in here. That long trench coat, that impeccable suit without a single wrinkle.

The room is also carpeted, and my shoes made no sound as I make my way to him.

He pats his leg, raising a brow when I make a face and chose to lean against the desk, instead.

However, the one thing that I observed was that Steven liked to have his way, and he always preferred to have me on his lap.

Not a minute later, I was on his lap, one of his arms around my waist like a steel band, restraining me.

I sigh.

He seemed to be on an important call, so I didn’t bother him, instead running my hands over the smooth surface of his desk, my mind pondering over this man.

He had shown me different sides of his personality within these past three weeks. From angry, to patient, to protective, to playful. Even now, as I sit here, I have no idea what I am doing.

There is no plan I could follow, nothing that could prepare me for what could happen.

My mind has been in shambles and it was only his presence that has driven out all the demons. My decision to sleep with him had been a reckless one, but there was no taking it back. He was so affectionate and playful, all the while maintaining a certain wall of aloofness that I couldn’t quite break through.

I cover his hand with mine, and turn it over, studying the callouses that were evidence of hard physical labour.

Where did he get these from, I wonder.

And what was this thing between us?

Would we part ways once he realizes we had absolutely nothing in common?

Would we still remain friends?

Would this man break through the barriers I have erected around my heart? Because I could sense a crack every now and then, when he would play with his son in the kitchen or plant a kiss on my cheek.

Feeling him tug at my shirt, I feel the T-shirt give way as he plants a kiss on my bare shoulder.

I look over my shoulder to see him listening intently to the person on the other end, and duck when he tries to kiss my shoulder again.

I see his eyes gleam with the challenge and the next few minutes are spent trying to avoid his flirty kisses.

I didn’t even realize when he put the call on speaker because I was suddenly distracted by the sound of the door locking.

My eyes only had time to see him removing his hand from under the desk, where there must have been an automatic locking system, before I was knelt over the desk.

“Wh-“

Steven clasps his hand over my mouth to stop me, as a man’s voice filled the room, citing numbers.

My eyes widen when I feel him loosen the bowstring tying the boxers around my waist, and I felt the dismal piece of cloth fall around my feet.

He was standing now, one hand on the small of my back, holding me down, the other moving lower.

When did he remove his hand from my mouth?

I felt him slide off my panties quickly, and my cheeks heat up.

“Steven, I really don’t-“

My whisper was cut short, when he leans over and murmurs, “Not a word. You don’t want him to hear you, do you?”

I purse my lips shut and scowl at him.

I felt my pussy clench at the strength of his hand as he held me down and felt his right hand move lower to explore my nether regions.

Which were dripping.

My eyes fell on the full-length mirror across from us, a few inches from the door, next to a chair with a shirt thrown over it.

I could see myself sprawled on the desk, one hand holding on to the front edge for dear life and the other on my mouth to stop any sounds from escaping as Steven moved his fingers inside my wet pussy with slow deliberation, his eyes fixed on mine, a smirk on his face.

“…the Calfex report. But if the numbers are correct, there will be a flux of sales…”

The man was still talking, and I let out a muffled moan as Steven’s fingers move inside me, in a slow rhythmic movement.

“What about the one in the New York? I thought I told you to have the report on my desk yesterday morning?”

Hearing the sharp authority in Steven’s voice as he disciplines the man on the phone, while he fucks me over his desk with his fingers, makes my clit pulsate, and my fingers tighten on the edge.

I had been in his bed once and it seems it had resulted in me having no self-control left when it came to this man’s hands.

Because I wasn’t stopping him.

Because I didn’t want to stop him.

My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head as I feel those thick and long fingers rub against every crevice of my passage as he moves them in and out, slowly increasing the speed. I didn’t realize when I started pushing back, trying to reach my orgasm.

My moans spilled out one after the other.

I just can’t think straight as he starts scissoring his fingers while inside me and I feel my inner muscles clamp around his fingers, on the edge now, when suddenly he pulls them out.

I let out a frustrated cry.

His hand is firm on my back and when I try to wiggle out of his grip, I see him frown at me in the mirror, and then feel his hand move over my ass, as he cups it, squeezes it.

My eyes widen as they meet his in the mirror, and then he draws his hand back and the loud crack echoes in the room.

I yelp with surprise, and then inhale, shuddering at the pain, when I feel him massage my bottom.

There is silence on the other end of the line.

“What was that?” The man asks, confusion in his voice.

Steven’s gaze is still fixed on mine, as he replies easily, “There’s some problem with the line because of the storm. Don’t mind it.”

The next smack hits my other cheek, and this time, he removes his hand from my back, moving it to rub circles around my throbbing clit.

My mouth trembles with the force of my arousal and I couldn’t tell the pain from the pleasure or vice versa.

Three more strikes later, the man still is talking in that boring voice of his, right next to my ear, I am dripping wet, and I could tell that Steven knew, because his eyes had darkened.

However, my head shoots up, when I feel him part my legs till my soaking pussy is open to his gaze and the sixth strike is directly on it, making contact with my hardened nub.

The pleasure is so intense, as if electricity coursed through my entire body with this blinding rush.

I howl as I cum, my screams muffled by his fist that he has stuffed in my mouth.

My body convulsed with the force of the orgasm, and I feel something soft make contact with my pussy, before a slippery appendage forces its way inside, making me buck as Steven slides his tongue into the folds of my pussy.

My moans grow louder as he wiggles his tongue inside and go even deeper, till I feel his nose against my skin.

My fingernails dig into the wood and I can’t tell one orgasm apart from the other. His other hand moves to my clit and he pinches it, making me gasp out and whimper, my juices flowing into his waiting mouth, as he drinks them all, greedily.

His forefinger and thumb keep flicking the hardened nub as his tongue works on my clenching pussy, the pain in perfect tandem with the pleasure.

His mouth is demanding more.

Oh, God!

I want to beg.

I want his fingers in my hair, pulling.

I want him to just stick his cock in me.

I want…

My mind is in shambles as he keeps up the pace, drawing out all the orgasms he could from my body, till I was just a twitching mess.

Feeling the hoarseness in my voice, I feel my hand drop onto the table, as he takes my last orgasm from me, his mouth relentless in its exquisite torture.

“S-Steven, please! I can’t – I –“

I don’t even know what I am garbling at this point, a clear disconnect between my mouth and my brain.

The call had ended at some point and even when I felt the cold air against my completely abused nether regions, I didn’t have the strength to move, my body and mind exhausted.

My eyes are closed as I lay sprawled on the desk.

I hear his footsteps, but my mind was floating in bliss, so I didn’t think too much about it. I feel his gentle touch as he wipes me clean with something soft and wet, before he gently picks me up in his arms and my eyes flutter open, a satiated, lazy look in them.

“Am I still alive?”

Steven chuckles and press a sweet kiss to my mouth, “Did I tire you out?”

I snuggle closer, “Give me a minute. I need to fix my head first.”

His chest vibrates with silent laughter and he sit down in the chair, pulling me even closer, my mouth at his neck.

“Nobody has ever done that to me,” I mumble, sleepy and satiated, like a cat who had just gotten the cream.

I feel him freeze and there was disbelief in his voice, “Never?”

I feel a little uncomfortable, and curse myself, “It’s not a big deal or anything. I just meant I didn’t know how incredible that could be.”

Steven looks down at me and I studiously avoid his eyes, “How many relationships have you been in?”

I feel the strangeness of that statement.

I wonder why he chose the word relationship, rather than asking me how many men I had been with.

“Uh, two,” I answer with faint hesitation.

“Well, they were some selfish bastards then,” He doesn’t attempt to hide the annoyance in his tone.

I blink. Speaking of selfish.

I pull my head back to study him, feeling a little dismayed, “You didn’t – “

I try to phrase the word, but my cheeks turn red.

The slow curling of his lips had those traitorous butterflies flutter in my stomach, “This wasn’t about me. Besides, I enjoy seeing you go wild under my hands.”

My cheeks turn red and I hit him in the chest with my hand, “You are absolutely awful. How could you do that while someone was on the phone with you?”

Steven grabs my hand before I could smack him again, a smirk on his lips, “You liked it. It got you even more wet.”

I am amazed at my body’s lack of resilience as his words make my inner muscles clench again.

When I say nothing and frown, he leans down to kiss my pert nose, “Face it, Abby. You’re just as kinky as I am. If not more.”

When I stare at him in disbelief, he grins, his voice husky, “You like giving up control in bed. It turns you on. I noticed a lot of things last night. And I made mental notes of all of them.”

I let out a choking sound and he laughs, loudly, “It’s not a bad thing.”

If I didn’t know any better, I thought his tone was possessive, “I’m going to enjoy taking a lot of your firsts.”

As I stumble out of the room, after dislodging myself from his grip, I close the door behind me, and lean against it as my body sinks with a delicious exhaustion.

Just what had I gotten myself into?