DARK DESIRE (snowed in with the billionaire #2) (billionaire erotic romance) (2 page)

He was still semi hard.

Stephanie bit her lip to keep from moaning
as her mind flooded with sexual images of the things they could do
on the couch, in front of a roaring fire…

“Warm yet?” Nathaniel asked as his hands
slid around Stephanie’s body.

One hand was near her breasts, one hand near
her slit, both over the robe. It was a commanding stance to take
but also protective.

Stephanie wouldn’t have wanted it any other
way.

“It feels amazing,” she said.

“Good. I need you warm, rested. We have a
long night, and weekend ahead of us.”

“We do?”

“Of course. We’re here for a business
meeting, aren’t we?”

The words lingered as Stephanie was forced
to remind herself again that Nathaniel Anders was her boss. Not in
sexual terms either. Beyond Wolf Top Lodge, beyond the raging snow
storm. He was the CEO of the company. He was the one who held
Stephanie’s fate even though, ironically, he held her body right
then.

“I guess we are,” Stephanie said.

“Business and pleasure,” Nathaniel said and
then he kissed the top of Stephanie’s head.

The fire snapped, throwing sparks up the
flume. Stephanie tensed for a second and wanted to step back but
couldn’t. Nathaniel’s body blocked her.

“Come with me for a second,” he said.

He grabbed her wrist – not her hand – and
gripped it tight. The small movements that Nathaniel did drove
Stephanie wild.

She followed him away from the fire, feeling
the coolness of the lodge settling in.

Nathaniel walked to the front door of the
lodge and put his hand to it. There was a dim light from the fire
flowing through to the door.

“What are you doing?” Stephanie asked.

“Proving a point.”

Nathaniel unlocked the door and opened
it.

There was a hard gust of wind that forced
Stephanie back a couple steps, taking her breath away, as the cold
chill surrounded her like a strangling, hungry snake. The snow came
in too, millions of flakes instantly stuck to anything they could,
most of them melting the moment they touched the floor. When
Stephanie turned to her side, thanks to the glow of the fire, she
could see the snow.

The wind made a horrifying sound as it raced
its way in, not enough doorframe for all the wind that wanted to
come in. The howling made Stephanie crunch her shoulders up, but
that did nothing. The wind continued to pound Stephanie.

“Nathaniel,” she said, “please… close the
door…”

Nathaniel slammed the door and locked it,
letting silence fall back into Wolf Top Lodge. The floor was damp
and the place felt ten degrees cooler. All Stephanie wanted was to
go back to the fire. Go back to Nathaniel’s arms wrapped around
her. Holding her. Touching her. Wanting her.

“Do you understand now?” Nathaniel
asked.

“I don’t…”

Nathaniel pulled at Stephanie again, her
body crashing to his. He held her again. She wanted to smile and
melt into him.

“You never know what waits beyond what you
have,” Nathaniel said. “It’s a hard thing to understand, to believe
it, and follow. We can see the snow outside, we can hear the wind
against the windows. We know it’s there but we can’t really feel
it, right? We wonder… what is it like? Is it really that bad?”
Nathaniel paused and the fire in the living area crackled. It was
so close, Stephanie just wanted to be in front of it. Warm. “So we
open the door and what happens? The wind rushes in, hitting us. The
snow attacks us, trying to fight, but melts. Our only saving grace
is the door, which shuts again. Keeping us here. Safe. Sound.
Together.” Another pause, this one longer.

“Us together,” Stephanie whispers. “Away
from the world.”

“My point is, Steph, what we see sometimes
isn’t what it really is…” Nathanial reached down and lifted
Stephanie’s head, forcing her eyes to meet his. “… and sometimes,
it is. It’s exactly what we think, what we want, what we need… what
we, I, command…”

Nathaniel’s mouth was against Stephanie’s a
second later, his tongue hungry, flickering and forcing into her
mouth, tasting her. She moaned and kissed back, her knees giving
way. Nathaniel put his other hand to the loose knot in Stephanie’s
robe. She wanted it, off her body. She wanted to be naked, to be
everything Nathaniel wanted.

Yes.

Right now.

Right now, yes.

Nathaniel’s mouth closed and the kissed
ended.

“I hope you understand, Steph,” he said.
“Why we’re here. What’s happening.”

Stephanie nodded. She wasn’t exactly sure
what Nathaniel meant or intended, but she understood plenty
already. Her body. The desires that wouldn’t go away. The need for
a moment like this to come… over and over…

“Show me Steph again,” Nathaniel said. “I
need her right now.”

Stephanie smiled, liking her new dual
personality. She could be Stephanie one second, the cute, cuddly,
shy woman who wanted to be successful in business and finance,
picturing herself in a place of power and enjoyment even though her
cheeks turned red at the thought of sex. Then she could be Steph
the next second, the wild vixen who still had blushing cheeks but
hungry eyes, a horny body, and a lust filled touch… and was only
owned, controlled, commanded, and
fucked
by Nathaniel
Anders.

Nathaniel Anders – Mr. Nate – was
Stephanie’s boss.

Nathaniel Anders – Mr. Nate – controlled
Steph.

Yes.

“Show me Steph,” Nathaniel said, his voice a
little deeper.

His hands let go of Stephanie’s body,
leaving her to do as she pleased. It took all of a few seconds to
know just what she wanted to do, and what Steph needed to do.

One of her hands grabbed at the knot of
Nathaniel’s robe. She squeezed tight and pulled, making it well
known that she was very close to his erection. She turned and
walked, Nathaniel following her. It was a moment in time – twenty
steps in all – where Stephanie felt she had power and command. By
the time she reached the fireplace, she didn’t want to be in
control anymore. She wanted Nathaniel to have her.

She spun around and Nathaniel had his hand
to her face. His eyes were dark but glistening against the shining
light from the fire. He looked sexy as ever, ready to inflict his
needs, wants, and desires.

“I want to see Steph,” he said. His voice
had a tone to it that made Stephanie shiver. She knew that a man
like Nathaniel – a billionaire, a CEO, a man of power – wouldn’t
have patience.

Without saying a word, Stephanie pulled at
his robe, loosening the knot. The robe fell open just a crack, but
enough to allow Nathaniel’s thickness to appear. Stephanie looked
at it for a second, her body throbbing, wanting it back inside her,
and then looked back up to Nathaniel’s eyes. Her hand touched the
thick, fleshy tip of Nathaniel’s sex. She kept her hand tight as
she forced it down his shaft, feeling Nathaniel’s body tense up.
His lip curled like he wanted to growl but he didn’t. He remained
silent. Calm. Ready.

Stephanie put her other hand to Nathaniel’s
rock hard chest and pushed. Nathaniel stepped back to the couch and
then sat down.

It was exactly what Stephanie wanted.

She moved with Nathaniel, not wanting to let
his erection go. When she moved to her knees, she looked at the
sexy billionaire, trying to keep a straight face.

She couldn’t.

Feeling Nathaniel’s cock in her hand, all of
its length and girth, she tried to imagine tasting it. Having it in
her mouth. Suckling. Savoring.

She opened her mouth and licked her
lips.

Steph was here.

As she leaned forward and kissed just below
Nathaniel’s ab muscles, her tongue flickered and she moved down to
the small thatch of dark pubic hair above Nathaniel’s hardness. Her
hand continued to move on him and she continued to kiss down until
her tongue licked the root of his shaft. Her hand stopped at the
tip of Nathaniel. She squeezed and jerked in quick motions. They
were teasing, torturous motions, and Stephanie liked it.

“Enough,” Nathaniel finally growled at
her.

Stephanie froze and took a deep breath.

Nathaniel put a hand to the back of
Stephanie’s head. He tightened around her hair and pulled, then
guided her mouth to the end of his erection. Stephanie still had
her mouth open, now adding her tongue, tasting the very top and
bottom of his shaft. Nathaniel then came forward with his hand and
lifted a little under Stephanie’s chin.

She made eye contact, unsure what to
think.

“Pleasure me,” Nathaniel said.
“
Steph
.”

(3)

Stephanie licked along the bottom of
Nathaniel’s shaft first, her eyes set on his. She smiled as she
tasted him, wanting to be his wild vixen,
Steph
. She twisted
her tongue as needed to taste the top of his erection and as she
came over the tip of his sex, she moaned and quickly put her lips
over Nathaniel, rushing down with enough speed that it made the
sexy, strong man cry out.

“Easy,” he said. “Please me. Slowly.”

Stephanie nodded with her mouth full. She
pulled back with a deadly slow pace, her lips forever remembering
the succulent taste and feel of Nathaniel’s hardness. One of her
hands gripped the base, tight, offering gentle pumps. Behind her,
the fire continued, sending a warm wave to her clothed back. It
didn’t take very long for Stephanie to warm up while savoring
Nathaniel. She worked herself into a gentle motion, just as he had
commanded. She moved fast enough to keep him throbbing and
thrusting but not too fast to tease him. It took a lot out of
Stephanie to not go after Nathaniel harder and faster. She wanted
to taste him. She wanted to taste the end of it all… his
orgasm.

Her body had already had its chance, its
fun, and now she wanted her mouth to do the same.

When she looked up at Nathaniel, mentally
debating to ask permission to swallow his sweet finale, she crushed
it with his stare. His nostrils were flared and his eyes wide open.
It was a stare she couldn’t describe because she never experienced
it in her life. It felt like Nathaniel was trying to look through
her instead of at her. Like he wanted to see everything inside
her.

It made Stephanie race faster, her breathing
increasing, unable to look away, wondering just what was going
through the gorgeous billionaire’s mind. She wanted to be there, in
his mind, to figure it all out.

Stephanie came off Nathaniel long enough to
give herself a much needed breath and a chance to stroke Nathaniel
with her hand, her eyes finally able to break away from his intent
stare. As her hand came up, touching just before his defined tip,
she imagined him exploding in her hand. She imagined the warm rush
of his orgasm coating her hand, wishing it would happen.

Stephanie bit her lip to keep from letting
out an obvious moan but ended up whimpering anyway. She had never
been taken over like this in her life. Not even in her wildest
fantasies did something like this happen… ever…

She leaned forward to taste Nathaniel again
and he stopped her.

“That’s enough,” he said, his fingers moving
under her chin again.

Stephanie was forced to gaze into his eyes,
those dark, melting eyes that destroyed her piece by piece. She
could feel herself changing from Stephanie to Steph permanently.
The notion of time had already slipped away. Stephanie started to
beleive that it would snow forever and they could remain together
in these moments forever.

“Enough?” Stephanie asked.

Nathaniel nodded and took his hand away from
her. “Stand up. In front of the fire.”

Stephanie complied. As she stood, feeling
the warmth wrapping around her, she watched Nathaniel not move, not
blink. He was like a statue, but real. Powerful. Seductive. By
doing nothing.

“Can you feel it?” he finally asked.

Stephanie swallowed hard, unsure how to
answer.

“The heat? Can you feel the heat?”

“Yes,” Stephanie said. “My hair is starting
to dry.”

Nathaniel laughed and shook his head. “Ah,
there she is. That’s Stephanie talking, isn’t it? The innocent one,
full of dreams and passion. Full of sexual desire too, but she
tries to hide it. I asked about this heat” – Nathaniel pointed to
himself, at his throbbing sex, and then pointed to Stephanie –
“between us. It’s like I can feel it from miles away, Steph.
Miles.”

Nathaniel smiled and it told a story. A
story a woman like Stephanie could have only imagined.

Had Nathaniel been watching?

Being the CEO of HanAn, that meant he had
the top floor of the office building. It was all his, or so the
rumor went. A private parking garage, a private entrance, a private
elevator. His own private floor.

Was he able to see employees? Temps?
Stephanie?

The idea of Nathaniel watching her – maybe
for days, maybe for weeks – left Stephanie feeling weak and
desperate. She thought about all the times she must have looked
vulnerable when she thought nobody was looking. Struggling to make
sure reports were perfect. Overanalyzing documents for the smallest
of errors. Trying hard to fit in, find someone who could be a
mentor, anything that would get her a full time job with the large
company.

And here she had her
mentor
all
along… the billionaire CEO seated on the couch, robe open, muscles
dancing in shadows from the fire, his erection waiting for
Stephanie’s tender body.

“Come to me,” Nathaniel said. “Now.”

Stephanie managed to step forward, her hands
at her sides, still unsure of what to do for Nathaniel. He made his
position very clear a moment later when he pulled her robe, untying
it. The soft cloth rubbed against Stephanie’s breasts, touching her
sensitive nipples, making her moan. Nathaniel gently opened the
robe, exposing Stephanie’s slit, her smooth sex. He touched her,
fingertips again, coming down then turning and curling his middle
finger, able to touch enough of her clitoris to make her jump.