Page 17 of Hostile Takeover

“I won’t say no to a ride,” I say.

“Perfect,” he says with a sparkle in his eye. “I’ll pick you up at nine a.m.”

He lingers by the door.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Raven?” I ask, noticing that my voice is an octave deeper than it normally is. “Anything at all?”

“Yes, actually.”

I swallow hard as he turns around and closes the door. He flicks the lock and theclickis deafening in my pounding head.

He walks over to the two chairs in front of my desk and slowly peels off his jacket. My eyes dart all over his muscular arms and chest as he slowly folds it and rests it on the back of the seat like he’s giving me my own personal peep show.

I can’t take my eyes off him—heart thumping on overdrive—as he slides out his cufflinks and rolls his crisp white sleeves up his thick forearms.

“I’m afraid I’ve been acting inappropriately, Miss Black,” he says as he sits down in a chair, those heated eyes gazing at me over the desk. “I don’t normally kiss my employees.”

“I don’t normally kiss my bosses,” I say with a chuckle. “But that could be because the only boss I’ve ever had was my aunt and she’s not my type.”

“Let’s start over,” he says. “On a more professional level.”

Oh, so I was right. He’s not interested.

“Okay,” I say as I stand up and smooth out my jacket, trying to hide my disappointment. “More professional. That’s fine with me.”

I walk around the desk and put my hand out for a shake.

“Hello, Mr. Raven, I’m Kyra Black.”

He takes my hand and goosebumps rise along my arms. Our heated eyes are locked on one another as we shake, neither of us wanting to let go.

“This is better,” I say with a thickness in my throat.

“Mmhm,” he moans as his eyes roam down my body. My eyes roam down his and a little whimper pops out of my throat when I spot his long hard erection running along his leg.

“Professional… is… better,” I whisper as I stare at it, unable to look away.

Every inch of my body is craving that long hard rod. My mouth waters. My fingertips tingle. Every part of me wants to get on my knees and please my new boss.

My pussy isthrobbing. I feel sticky heat seeping into my panties as I slowly look back into his eyes.

“Do you see something you like?” he asks in a deep sensual voice.

My head slowly nods up and down.

“Get on your knees,” he commands.

My body follows. It reacts on its own accord. It obeys every word from this powerful man.

I drop to my knees with my body on fire. My unblinking eyes are locked on his crotch.

“Take it out.”

I swallow hard as I reach forward and grab his soft leather belt. He sucks in a breath and holds it in as I pull the belt through the buckle and then pull down his zipper.

“That’s it,” he says, nodding in approval with his dark eyes on my chest. “Now, reach in and pull it out.”

I squeeze my thighs together, feeling the wet heat as I reach into his pants and underwear. He moans as I wrap my hand around his hard thick meaty shaft.