Page 30 of Fifth Avenue Devil

“I consent to spanking, slapping, binding, gagging, bodily fluids, amaurophilia—” She glances up at me nervously. “What the hell is that?”

“Being blindfolded.”

“O…kay. Role play, voyeurism, public sex, anal sex…” Annalise swallows, the fine muscles of her throat working. “God, do I even want to have sex with you? It sounds terrifying.”

I tilt my head. “I only fuck women that are begging for my touch.”

“Oh.” She licks her lips and shivers, admitting, “You’re extremely handsome. I’m sure you have women lining up around the block just for a chance to hop in your bed. Why do you wantme?”

“Because of your last name, primarily. I want to fuck Archer Gellar’s little girl.”

Annalise opens her mouth, her brows knitting. But I hold up a hand to stop her protests.

“I also think you’re fucking sexy, Annalise.”

Her cheeks turn a vivid pink. “You do?”

“I’d be crazy not to. Plus, I think our chemistry will prove combustible.”

She looks down at the contract for several seconds, pushing her cheek out with the tip of her tongue.

“You would take care of the company. Right? This contract says that everyone that works for me is going to get a little bonus when the merger is complete."

I school my expression. "Everyone that I don't fire. It would be better to build your sales team from scratch under your management only. That way there aren't any resentments among the staff for you doing things differently than Archer."

She narrows her eyes. "Can we wait and see if that's actually a problem first?"

I purse my lips, studying her face. "All right. I'll give you a few extra weeks to sort through the staff. We'll keep everyone at the current offices until then. But I'm going to be standing over your shoulder, helping you make the tough decisions. I think this will be a good learning experience for you."

Her jaw tightens and I see stubbornness in her expression. But in the next second, she manages to tame it, forcing it down. "Fine," she agrees, her tone clipped. "It's a deal. You have a pen?"

I open the desk drawer and pull out a gold pen. Her lips twitch with humor when she takes it. "You weren't kidding around when you said that your signatures are golden."

"I rarely joke about business."

She leans down, giving me an ample shot of her cleavage as she signs the contract. She was right; the neckline of her top is cut too low for the workplace. If I saw anyone else baring that much skin, I would almost certainly fire them.

But I look at the soft swell of her breasts and my cock stirs. Annalise isn't just signing the merger contract.

She's also agreeing to have sex with me. And I can't wait to take advantage of that.

As she initials each page, I press a discreet button under my desk to make the glass walls facing the inside of the office fill with a gray, smoke-like substance. The effect is cloudy and nearly opaque without being too indiscreet to the C-level offices around me. The walls aren't soundproof here, but I can make sure Annalise is quiet when I touch her.

She finishes with a flourish, pushing the thick stack of papers across the desk at me. She tosses the pen on top and then cocks her eyebrow at me. "Is that it?"

"Not a chance," I say. I crook a finger at her. "Come here, Kitten."

She looks surprised. "Here? In your office? You've got to be kidding me."

I rock back in my chair. "I'm not, though. Do what I say."

Analise's eyes widen but she comes around the desk. She's as skittish as a colt right now. I take her hand, bring her closer and part my thighs to make space for her. As soon as she is close enough for me to slip my hands around her petite waist, I drag her against my body. My cock stirs as I look at her perfect hourglass figure framed well by the pencil skirt. My hands are at her waist, skimming down the flare of her hips and then wandering to her ass. When I knead her ass, I hear her sharp intake of breath.

I won't take her virginity here in the office. But I'm desperate to touch, taste, and see more of her bare skin.

Pushing her against my desk, I reach behind her body for the zipper attached to her skirt. She sucks in a breath.

"Nate!" she protests. "Control yourself. We're in your office, for god's sake."

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