Fifth Avenue Devil

Chapter 9

Nine

Nate

I head up to the dining room when it's time. There are two dining rooms on this boat actually, but this one is smaller and more intimate. The room is draped in dusky velvet, adorned with bright platinum candelabras. There is only enough seating at the big teak table for six. A few feet away from the table are double glass sliding doors. They’ve been thrown wide to let in the warm, salty sea air as the sun sets.

I step outside and look down onto the bottom deck. The pool glints where the sun catches it. Just beyond that, there is nothing but endless wild waves of the dark ocean waters.

"Nate?"

Annalise's voice is soft when she calls to me. I turn and find her standing just inside the doors, much closer than I thought. She tugs at the hem of her short white dress. The dress shows off quite a bit of leg and the neckline is low cut. My eyebrows rise and for a second, I'm speechless.

Annalise Gellar is gorgeous. The gentle swell of her tits. The sweetheart shape of her face. Those huge bright green eyes. The powerhouse of those long legs of hers in strappy sandals.

"You look incredible," I finally say.

Annalise blushes and brushes her hair behind her ear. "Thanks. I have to ask... how did you know my size? I'm a petite girl. No one ever gets my size right."

I shrug a shoulder, sauntering over to her. "Part of my charm."

She rolls her eyes, but I'm sure that I see a dimple flash in her cheek. I take her by the hand and lead her to the table, which is full set for two people. I pull out her chair. She eyes me as she sits down.

Is that distrust I see? Or curiosity?

I sit down and my butler pops his head in. Seeing that we are ready, he starts bringing in the first dish, caviar on a tiny portion of truffle custard. The steward fills our wine glasses with a fruity red. She purses her lips the whole time she's being served, seeming not to relax until we are alone again.

I raise my wine glass, offering her a toast. "Cheers to our embarkment."

She frowns but clinks her glass against mine and then takes the tiniest sip of the red wine. Her eyebrows knit and she looks at the glass as though it’s surprised her. "This wine isn't horrible."

"I should hope not. It's eight thousand dollars per bottle."

She sighs and rolls her eyes for a second. "Got it."

I cock my head and take a sip of the wine. "Got what?"

"You're spending lots of money on me. You're making special note of how much things cost. I'll tell you now, you can't buy your way into bed with me."

I narrow my eyes at her. "Noted. I would've decanted this bottle tonight, whether you were here or not, though."

She pins me with an unamused look and then takes another sip of the wine.

For the next two courses, the conversation limps along. I ask about how her father is doing and receive a snippy, "he's fine". A follow-up question about the health of Gellar Industries stock merits a look of sheer distrust.

"Why do you ask?" she says, rather pointedly. "All these questions about my father. Are you missing him already?"

She earns a chuckle from me for that one. "Definitely not. If you don't mind me saying, your father is an absolute bastard."

She swirls her wine. "On that, we can agree."

"I bet there are more things that we both believe to be true. I think you'd be surprised just what we have in common."

"Us?" Annalise blinks. "We're fifteen years apart in age. What could we have in common?"

I wave my hand. "Support for the ballet, for one thing."

She cocks her head to the side and sticks out her lower lip as she considers my words. "That's true," she allows.

"And we're also interested in seeing Gellar Industries succeed." I list off. "I'm sure there are other things." Dabbing my lips with my napkin, I push out my chair and offer her my hand. Annalise looks at me for a long moment before hesitantly taking my hand. I lead her out onto the verandah.

This is the magic moment, I pep myself up. Now you turn on the charm and the dazzling smile and that's how you get her in bed. It's showtime.

The butler peeks in the room and I nod to him. Soft jazz starts playing through the cleverly hidden speakers.

Taking her by the hand, I whirl so that she is pressed against me, looking up at me with shocked eyes. I smirk and start to move in a slow waltz.

Annalise has no doubt been forced to learn to dance. She follows the waltz without speaking, gazing up at me while she wordlessly follows my lead. Flattening my palm against her lower back, I press her close to me. She gives me a confused look.

But when my hand slides down to her ass and I press her body close to my hips and my semi-hard cock, her mouth falls open. "Nate!" she says, scandalized.

I notice that her breathing picks up and her breasts seem close to popping free of her low neckline.

"There's no one around to watch," I murmur in her ear. "No one will ever know what we do right now."

She wrinkles her nose. "Yes, but..."

She trails off. I dig my fingers into her ass again, flexing my hips against her.

"But what?"

Annalise's face turns red. "We can't take this too far. It's... it's unladylike."

"Fuck that." I laugh low in my chest. "I don't believe in that bullshit. It's not the 1940s anymore, Kitten. You want to be a real CEO? You've got to learn to take what you want, when you want it."

I kiss her then, because I don't want to hear what kind of nonsense she’s about to spew next. She hesitates for the barest moment, then kisses me back. The kiss is a little clumsy at first. But I deepen the kiss, coaxing her tongue with mine, and soon her shyness has vanished. Any awkwardness is gone with it.

I pick her up, enjoying her tiny squeal of surprise. Then I walk back to the glass wall, pinning her against it while I kiss her neck and the tops of her tits. She goes crazy, provoked by my touch. She rocks her hips, moves her fingers through my hair, running her nails against my shirt.

Yes. This? This right here, Annalise going insane? It's what I have been building up to. The thought of her screaming my name while I bury my cock in her velvet pussy has me eager for more.

I'm a hungry man and she's a cupcake, ready to be devoured, bit by bit.

I run a hand down her stomach and between her thighs. The barest brush of my fingers against her sweet pussy leaves my touch damp.

"Your body is getting ready for me, Kitten," I husk out. She gasps and bites her lower lip. I slip my fingertips beneath the tiny scrap of material that stands in my way, seeking the source of her moisture. I brush her clit with my thumb by accident. Her reaction is the most satisfying moan I think I've ever heard from a woman. Instead of getting my fingers deep inside her pussy, I start to rub her clit.

Annalise braces herself against the glass wall and moans again, her head whipping back and forth. Like she's fighting it, for some reason.

After all the teasing between us, it's not really a surprise to me. She needs to be fucked. You can tell by how she walks, how she holds herself. So buttoned up and strait-laced. It pleases me to watch her defenses crumble.

I circle her clit in slow orbits, loving the earthy, slightly acidic smell of her pussy as it fills the air. I pause and then slip my index finger inside her pussy.

Anna's half-lidded eyes snap open wide. She stops moving and pushes against me, her eyes wide like I've just dumped a bucket of ice water on her head.

"Get off!" she howls.

I immediately withdraw, letting her body slide down the wall until she is caught by trembling legs.

"What?" I demand to know. I search her face, which is turning red as a beet. "Annalise, tell me what's wrong."

Her fists ball up. She looks like she might burst into tears. "I'm a virgin! At least, I was..."

"...what?!"

But Annalise is pushing past me, fighting back tears, hurrying out of the room. I had no idea that she hadn't had sex... though honestly, if I did, I don't know that I would've done anything differently. Maybe I would wait until we were in bed...

Annalise vanishes out the door, fleeing toward the elevator. I stick my head out the door as she goes, a little aghast.

Annalise Gellar is a virgin?

Suddenly, her reactions to my come-ons make more sense... but how do I come back from this?