Page 24 of Fifth Avenue Devil

I cock my head and take a sip of the wine. "Got what?"

"You're spending lots of money on me. You're making special note of how much things cost. I'll tell you now, you can't buy your way into bed with me."

I narrow my eyes at her. "Noted. I would've decanted this bottle tonight, whether you were here or not, though."

She pins me with an unamused look and then takes another sip of the wine.

For the next two courses, the conversation limps along. I ask about how her father is doing and receive a snippy, "he's fine". A follow-up question about the health of Gellar Industries stock merits a look of sheer distrust.

"Why do you ask?" she says, rather pointedly. "All these questions about my father. Are you missing him already?"

She earns a chuckle from me for that one. "Definitely not. If you don't mind me saying, your father is an absolute bastard."

She swirls her wine. "On that, we can agree."

"I bet there are more things that we both believe to be true. I think you'd be surprised just what we have in common."

"Us?" Annalise blinks. "We're fifteen years apart in age. What could we have in common?"

I wave my hand. "Support for the ballet, for one thing."

She cocks her head to the side and sticks out her lower lip as she considers my words. "That's true," she allows.

"And we're also interested in seeing Gellar Industries succeed." I list off. "I'm sure there are other things." Dabbing my lips with my napkin, I push out my chair and offer her my hand. Annalise looks at me for a long moment before hesitantly taking my hand. I lead her out onto the verandah.

This is the magic moment, I pep myself up. Now you turn on the charm and the dazzling smile and that's how you get her in bed. It's showtime.

The butler peeks in the room and I nod to him. Soft jazz starts playing through the cleverly hidden speakers.

Taking her by the hand, I whirl so that she is pressed against me, looking up at me with shocked eyes. I smirk and start to move in a slow waltz.

Annalise has no doubt been forced to learn to dance. She follows the waltz without speaking, gazing up at me while she wordlessly follows my lead. Flattening my palm against her lower back, I press her close to me. She gives me a confused look.

But when my hand slides down to her ass and I press her body close to my hips and my semi-hard cock, her mouth falls open. "Nate!" she says, scandalized.

I notice that her breathing picks up and her breasts seem close to popping free of her low neckline.

"There's no one around to watch," I murmur in her ear. "No one will ever know what we do right now."

She wrinkles her nose. "Yes, but..."

She trails off. I dig my fingers into her ass again, flexing my hips against her.

"But what?"

Annalise's face turns red. "We can't take this too far. It's... it's unladylike."

"Fuck that." I laugh low in my chest. "I don't believe in that bullshit. It's not the 1940s anymore, Kitten. You want to be a real CEO? You've got to learn to take what you want, when you want it."

I kiss her then, because I don't want to hear what kind of nonsense she’s about to spew next. She hesitates for the barest moment, then kisses me back. The kiss is a little clumsy at first. But I deepen the kiss, coaxing her tongue with mine, and soon her shyness has vanished. Any awkwardness is gone with it.

I pick her up, enjoying her tiny squeal of surprise. Then I walk back to the glass wall, pinning her against it while I kiss her neck and the tops of her tits. She goes crazy, provoked by my touch. She rocks her hips, moves her fingers through my hair, running her nails against my shirt.

Yes. This? This right here, Annalise going insane? It's what I have been building up to. The thought of her screaming my name while I bury my cock in her velvet pussy has me eager for more.

I'm a hungry man and she's a cupcake, ready to be devoured, bit by bit.

I run a hand down her stomach and between her thighs. The barest brush of my fingers against her sweet pussy leaves my touch damp.

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