The CEO's Obsession

Damian stopped just inside his office and closed his eyes. What was this woman trying to do to him? It was bad enough that he dreamt of her every night like a hormonal teenager and then still had to come to work to endure her judgy gaze, as if she knew he railed her in his dreams every night. But to see her looking like some sort of sex pot straight out of those same dreams...He had a busy day scheduled, but he knew that was now entirely shot to shit. How was he supposed to concentrate now?Nicole had been his assistant for over two years. Two years of torture. But in all that time, he was sure he had never seen her in a skirt. The skirt moulded her perfect behind and wide hips to perfection and gave him his first glimpse of her legs. His dreams had never done those legs any justice. He had only looked for seconds, but that image would be burned in his mind forever. They were smooth and shapely, and though Nicole was short, barely five-two or three, the very high heels she had worn m

Damian didn’t know which gods to thank for these gifts. First, the legs, and then all that smooth skin Nicole had exposed and the perky tits that looked like they would fit perfectly in his hands. And finally, the round, very juicy cheeks he was looking at now. Did they bounce? Did they jiggle? Would they clap as she bounced up and down on him? Because this was where this thing was heading. Nicole had pushed him beyond his limits, and any other hot-blooded straight man would have been broken already. It was time. He needed to bed his Executive Assistant like he needed his next breath.He looked up and caught the look on her face. Was she really that surprised? He cleared his throat and looked away from that probing gaze. There was definitely a sexual harassment suit around the corner if he didn’t approach this carefully. “If you follow me, Miss Avery, I’ll show you where everything is,” he said as he turned away from her and walked to the door on the other end of his office. He di

Nic ignored the giggles behind her as she waited for the elevator. She pushed the huge sunglasses back up her nose and faced straight ahead. She had seriously contemplated calling in sick today, especially considering she couldn't think about what had happened without feeling the burning embarrassment. Plus, several times, she’d woken up haunted by nightmares of her fat rolls hitting Mr Steele in the face. She shouldn’t have come. Maybe the women giggling had somehow heard what she had done. Perhaps they read Andrew's ridiculous interview and, like everyone else, thought she was a bitter, ugly, jealous ex-wife. Or, quite possibly, they were giggling at her outfit as usual. She was back to her familiar, off-the-rack trouser suit today. And her work shoes were in her bag because she preferred to wear her comfortable trainers to navigate the busy Tube. Her whole outfit didn't fit in at Steele Enterprises, even on a good day. Working for Mr Steele was like being in high school all over a

Damian watched the door close and closed his eyes. Fuck. Why had he even said that? Why had he mentioned her boyfriend at all? It sounded like he was jealous. And he was. How could he not be when she’d walked into the office looking like someone who’d been thoroughly fucked all night long? After she had laid herself out for him like a feast the day before? All those curves, all that smooth skin...Though it had been Rebecca in his bed last night, it was Nicole he had claimed. Over and over again. Her tight walls. Her mouth. Everything. Rebecca hadn’t known what was up with him or how to take it. He had been insatiable. But he didn't want to think about Nicole being with another man. Had that man buried his hands and face in that glorious mane? Had he wrapped it around his hand and pulled it in ecstasy? He’d never seen her hair out before, and all he could think of now was doing the same. It looked so silky and soft and so deliciously sexy, like she had just rolled out of bed with a m

Mr Steele led her into his apartment and straight to the kitchen. She didn’t know why she hadn’t given an excuse and returned to her office instead. Going into the apartment so soon after yesterday wasn’t a good idea, and it reminded her of the look in his girlfriend’s eyes when she had seen her walking out. The fact that Rebecca Varga hadn’t even said anything to her about her presence here was quite telling. The woman obviously had to put up with a lot from Damian. If all the gossip pages were right about Damian’s social life, having to deal with other women was probably an everyday thing. She could relate to that. She had been in Rebecca’s shoes before.“My housekeeper was here today. She usually makes sure the fridge is stocked for when I stay here,” he said as he opened his fridge. “Make yourself at home.”The kitchen area was huge. There was room for a breakfast bar as well as a dining area to the side, and everything looked so slick and expensive that she felt like she couldn’