Chapter 5

~~KEANU~~

I never intended to fuck my personal assistant.

No, I wasn’t blind. She was one of the sexiest women I’d ever come across. I knew it the first day she stepped into my office for that interview, when all I could think about afterwards was bending her over my desk and taking her from behind.

But I’d controlled myself.

I’d held myself back because she had been too innocent and pure, and she was damn good at her job. The best assistant I’d ever had.

Even when she blatantly told me to my face yesterday that there was nothing I could do to ever make her want me to fuck her, I’d held on to that control.

But after last night... Goddamn, after that kiss, how was I supposed to keep my hands to myself?

That kiss had awakened every fucking sense in my body, and right then I knew that I wanted more of those kisses. I wanted more than the kisses.

I wanted to fuck her. Possess her. Ruin her.

Especially now that I was sure she wanted me too.

And now she was trapped between me and the wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you right now.”

Silence stretched as I waited for her to answer. Of course that answer never came. Her mouth opened, then closed. Her lips trembled. The same pretty lips that had kissed me last night

“I...” she started, but her voice came out barely a whisper.

I leaned in closer, my mouth inches from hers. “That’s what I thought.”

“Mr. Martell—”

“Keanu,” I corrected, my voice low. “When you’re in my bedroom, it’s Keanu.”

Her eyes flashed. “This is the guest bedroom.”

“This is my penthouse,” I countered, letting my gaze drop to her lips. “Which makes every room mine.”

She sucked in a breath, and I watched her throat work as she swallowed. I brought my hand up slowly, giving her time to stop me, to push me away. She didn’t.

My fingers traced along her jawline, and she shivered. “You’re trembling.”

“I’m not—”

“Oh Spitfire,” I brushed my thumb across her bottom lip, and her breath hitched. “Don’t lie to me when your body is right next to mine.”

“I’m not lying,” she whispered, but her eyes betrayed her.

“No?” I let my hand trail down her neck, feeling her pulse racing beneath my fingertips. “Then why is your heart beating so fast?”

“Because you’re—” She gasped as my hand moved lower, sliding along her collarbone. “You’re too close.”

“I could get closer.” I brushed my lips against her ear, and she made a small sound that went straight to my cock. “Much closer.”

“This is...” She tried again, her voice shaking. “This is inappropriate. You’re my boss.”

“Right now, I’m just a man who wants you.” My hand finally cupped her breast through her shirt, and her eyes fluttered closed. “And you’re just a woman who wants me back.”

“I don’t—” But the protest died on her lips as I brushed my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath the fabric.

“Are you still going to lie to me, Spitfire?”

A small whimper escaped her throat, and fuck, that sound. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to hear her make a thousand sounds like that.

I lowered my head, my lips hovering just above hers. “All you have to do is say yes. One word.”

Her breathing was ragged now, her fingers clutching at the wall behind her like she needed something to hold on to.

“Say yes, and I’ll give you everything you’re thinking about right now.” I gently nipped at her bottom lips, loving the gasps that tumbled out of her mouth. “Everything you were imagining when you watched me in that shower.”

“Keanu...” My name came out like a plea, and I’d never heard anything more beautiful.

I captured her mouth, swallowing whatever protest she might have made. She melted against me immediately, her lips parting, her tongue meeting mine with a desperate hunger that matched my own.

My hand tightened on her breast, and she moaned into my mouth. The sound made my cock throb almost painfully against the towel.

I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her jaw, her neck, feeling her shudder when I got to that spot just below her ear.

“Tell me you want this,” I breathed against her skin.

She bit her lip, and I could see the war raging inside her.

I pressed my hips forward slightly, letting her feel how hard I was beneath the towel. “This is what you do to me.”

Her eyes widened, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. She was so close to breaking, so close to admitting what we both knew.

But I could also see the fear in her eyes.

And as much as I wanted to bury myself inside her until she screamed my name, I wouldn’t. Not now. Not like this. Not when part of her was still fighting.

When I took Ethel, I wanted all of her. No doubts.

With effort that took more self-control than I knew I possessed, I stepped back, putting space between us.

She blinked, looking dazed and confused. “What—”

“I’m going to go easy on you today,” I said, my voice rough. “But make no mistake, Ethel. I’m going to fuck you soon. And you’re going to want me to.”