Fifth Avenue Devil

Chapter 11

Eleven

Nate

T he whirring beat of the helicopter blades unsettles me, puts me on edge. Or maybe that is the presence of the sassy little blonde sitting next to me.

Usually, I ride in the co-pilot's seat any time I take the helicopter. The only way I can relax is to have a bird's eye view of the sky. It's the same with chauffeured SUVs and my private jet. For some reason, I don't feel that way on my yacht. Which is probably part of the reason that I brought her to the boat in the first place.

But I don't want Annalise to see how badly I need to control my surroundings. I'm not interested in her knowing that much about me.

"Is this line private? Like... can the pilot hear me?" Annalise asks. She points at the oversized pair of headphones that she wears. I have a matching set, but mine aren't cartoonishly large.

I glance over at her and nod. "Just the two of us."

She twists her mouth to the side. "Can I ask you a question?"

I tilt my head. "You mean another question? Be my guest."

She looks down at her hands, which are clasped and twisted in her lap. "Right. Um. Why didn't we... do... other things? You've been on me to agree to let you tutor me or to agree to the merger, at least. All in the name of getting to sleep with me. So... why didn't you... try to fuck me? You had all weekend."

"What, having a private chef cook haute cuisine for you wasn't enough? A private sommelier to pick out your wine wasn't impressive? Sleeping in a huge bed with thousand-count sheets didn't feel special?"

She furrows her brow. "To be honest, not really."

I chuckle. " I only do hostile takeovers in the boardroom; I don’t need them in the bedroom. I told you that I would have you begging me, and I’m going to wait until you do."

Her eyebrows fly up in surprise.

"You don't want to have sex until the paperwork is complete?" She laughs. "Wow. Of all the things I thought you would say, that is not one of them."

I give her a frank look and a slight shrug of my shoulders.

"I'm worth billions, sweetheart. It's lesson one from me on being a CEO. Document everything. Look at every document. Read it, understand it before you sign it. If you don't understand it, pay somebody impartial to translate it for you." I pause, thinking of a way to sum up the point. "Basically, you have the golden signature. Be sure to use it wisely and often."

Annalise frowns. "I don't think I've signed a single paper since becoming CEO. I guess other people do it for me."

"Not anymore. As part of the merger, I'm going to let most of your non-essential staff go. The rest will get with the program, I guarantee it."

She blinks, looking as though I have struck her in the face. "You're going to fire people?"

Just then, the chopper touches down on the top floor of the ViaLife building in downtown Manhattan. I give her knee a reassuring pat. "We'll talk about it later."

I climb out of the helicopter, helping Annalise out behind me, and hopefully I leave the dull conversation about firing behind. We rush downstairs, past the corporate offices of nosy C-level staff. There is no point in hiding Annalise anymore. Word is bound to get out about the merger and spread across the offices of Manhattan like wildfire.

I try not to grin as I escort her into my office. I'm about to get just what I want. A company that makes a unique service that is useful to my empire. And soon, the sweet Annalise in my bed.

I'll have the last say over my rival Archer Gellar. And teach sweet Annalise all the dirty things I can think of in the bargain. What could be better?

Ushering her into my corner office, I try to keep my delight hidden. "Would you like something to drink?"

I wander over to my desk, ready to call my personal secretary in. But Annalise tugs at the neckline of her frothy white button up shirt, which is tucked into a form-fitting bronze pencil skirt. Paired with simple black stilettos, she looks like a billion bucks. But the neckline is lower than she wanted; I know because she has already complained about it.

"No thank you," she sighs, looking around my office. "I will say that you have an excellent view out your office window, though."

I grin. "There is a reason they call me the Fifth Avenue Devil."

"They call you a lot more colorful things when you're not around. I'm just guessing." Her quip is off the cuff and not really meant to wound. But it's sharp as a honed blade.

I’m impressed with how intelligent and quick-witted Annalise is proving herself to be. "If this is you when you're back in the office, I like it."

Her cheeks color but she turns to the window, saying nothing. She's got some serious walls up. And that's more than okay in this setting.

But I'm going to break down every barrier she puts between us on a personal level. Raze her and rebuild her, model her after a woman I've only imagined.

Searching my desk for the legal papers I had my team draft for the purpose, I call her over.

"It's time to use your golden signature. Here are the merger documents. And you'll find a non-disclosure agreement, and a consent to rough sex as well."

She whips her head around. "A what now?"

I spread my hands, trying not to grin. "Just a precaution. We don't have to get into it now."

She marches over and picks up the papers, then turns and walks back to the window, studying them intently. I check my email and answer a few requests. My VP of finance has sent me a pretty intriguing email.

N, I have an idea about the merger that I think could make us a lot of money. Come talk to me when you get a chance. —D

Hmm. I wonder what that could be about. Drew is generally a genius when it comes to making money in inventive ways, so I have no doubt that it will make for an interesting conversation at the very least.

Annalise walks back to my desk, laying the contracts down. I sit down in my desk chair, leaning back. She leans on the desk as she reads, her silky hair slipping into her face. She brushes it away, biting her lip.

“I consent to spanking, slapping, binding, gagging, bodily fluids, amaurophilia—” She glances up at me nervously. “What the hell is that?”

“Being blindfolded.”

“O…kay. Role play, voyeurism, public sex, anal sex…” Annalise swallows, the fine muscles of her throat working. “God, do I even want to have sex with you? It sounds terrifying.”

I tilt my head. “I only fuck women that are begging for my touch.”

“ Oh .” She licks her lips and shivers, admitting, “You’re extremely handsome. I’m sure you have women lining up around the block just for a chance to hop in your bed. Why do you want me?”

“Because of your last name, primarily. I want to fuck Archer Gellar’s little girl.”

Annalise opens her mouth, her brows knitting. But I hold up a hand to stop her protests.

“I also think you’re fucking sexy, Annalise.”

Her cheeks turn a vivid pink. “You do?”

“I’d be crazy not to. Plus, I think our chemistry will prove combustible.”

She looks down at the contract for several seconds, pushing her cheek out with the tip of her tongue.

“You would take care of the company. Right? This contract says that everyone that works for me is going to get a little bonus when the merger is complete."

I school my expression. "Everyone that I don't fire. It would be better to build your sales team from scratch under your management only. That way there aren't any resentments among the staff for you doing things differently than Archer."

She narrows her eyes. "Can we wait and see if that's actually a problem first?"

I purse my lips, studying her face. "All right. I'll give you a few extra weeks to sort through the staff. We'll keep everyone at the current offices until then. But I'm going to be standing over your shoulder, helping you make the tough decisions. I think this will be a good learning experience for you."

Her jaw tightens and I see stubbornness in her expression. But in the next second, she manages to tame it, forcing it down. "Fine," she agrees, her tone clipped. "It's a deal. You have a pen?"

I open the desk drawer and pull out a gold pen. Her lips twitch with humor when she takes it. "You weren't kidding around when you said that your signatures are golden."

"I rarely joke about business."

She leans down, giving me an ample shot of her cleavage as she signs the contract. She was right; the neckline of her top is cut too low for the workplace. If I saw anyone else baring that much skin, I would almost certainly fire them.

But I look at the soft swell of her breasts and my cock stirs. Annalise isn't just signing the merger contract.

She's also agreeing to have sex with me. And I can't wait to take advantage of that.

As she initials each page, I press a discreet button under my desk to make the glass walls facing the inside of the office fill with a gray, smoke-like substance. The effect is cloudy and nearly opaque without being too indiscreet to the C-level offices around me. The walls aren't soundproof here, but I can make sure Annalise is quiet when I touch her.

She finishes with a flourish, pushing the thick stack of papers across the desk at me. She tosses the pen on top and then cocks her eyebrow at me. "Is that it?"

"Not a chance," I say. I crook a finger at her. "Come here, Kitten."

She looks surprised. "Here? In your office? You've got to be kidding me."

I rock back in my chair. "I'm not, though. Do what I say."

Analise's eyes widen but she comes around the desk. She's as skittish as a colt right now. I take her hand, bring her closer and part my thighs to make space for her. As soon as she is close enough for me to slip my hands around her petite waist, I drag her against my body. My cock stirs as I look at her perfect hourglass figure framed well by the pencil skirt. My hands are at her waist, skimming down the flare of her hips and then wandering to her ass. When I knead her ass, I hear her sharp intake of breath.

I won't take her virginity here in the office. But I'm desperate to touch, taste, and see more of her bare skin.

Pushing her against my desk, I reach behind her body for the zipper attached to her skirt. She sucks in a breath.

"Nate!" she protests. "Control yourself. We're in your office, for god's sake."

I pin her in place with my eyes. "Not a fucking chance, Kitten. I’ve held back too many times now. I have to see your pussy splayed out over this desk. I don't want it. I need it."

Her cheeks flush and she opens her mouth but can't come up with the words to deny me. I slowly unzip her skirt and then push it down. It falls to the floor, unnoticed.

I stare at her pale legs, her naturally small waist, and the tiny pair of panties that hug her hips. The panties are absurd, light pink with dark pink hearts. They're almost see-through. I touch the spot where they dent her hip, trying to get my urges under control.

I want to fuck her until she begs me to stop. I want to bury my face in her pussy and eat it until I die from starvation. I want to turn her over this desk, spread her thighs, and fuck her ass like there is no fucking tomorrow.

But I won't do any of that. Annalise has asked me to tutor her. I'm going to do it right if my life depends on it.

I look at her as I drag her panties down her legs. The fabric sticks and stretches where her thighs touch.

"Spread your knees, Kitten." I bite my lip and look her in the eye. My cock is throbbing, the tip leaking in my pants. But I ignore my need for the moment.

She swallows and moves her thighs. The panties fall down her legs as I push her ass back against the desk again. Her button-up covers her pussy for a moment. I make quick work of the buttons, laying it open. She moves to cover her breasts, hidden in a light pink lace bra. But I grab her hands.

"Don't you dare hide anything from me," I husk out. "I want you to show me how you touch yourself when you're in bed all by yourself."

Annalise tosses her blonde hair, her face flame-red. "Nate, that's... private."

"Show me," I command. "I want to see it, baby. I'm dying for you."

She blinks. "For me?"

Her question makes my chest tighten. I need to brush past it before I start thinking about it too much. So I push her back onto the desk, gently nudging her knees wider. "You wanted me to show you the ropes. Now do as I say."

She gulps and runs her hands over her tits. Then she touches her knees, raking her fingers inward.

I kneel in front of Annalise. Her blonde curls fall down her back as she leans back slightly on my desk. Her panties lay forgotten on the floor. My cock strains against my pants, desperate to lay claim her.

But I want to take my time with her. Now isn’t the time or place to take her virginity. At this moment, the most I can do is tease her and make her come.

"Touch yourself for me, Kitten," I rasp. My voice is thick with desire. "Rub your pretty pussy. Show me how you like it."

Annalise, the embodiment of the good girl, shyly complies. Her fingers slowly tease her wet folds. My cock twitches in anticipation. "That's it, Kitten. Close your eyes. Lean your head back. Rub your clit and think of whatever turns you on the most."

I trail my tongue up her exposed belly, tasting her delicate scent of wildflowers and arousal.

"Oh, Nate," she moans. Her eyes sink closed and she throws her head back, making her breasts jut out.

I need more of her. With a growl, I start unbuttoning her blouse. Her tiny, perfect tits are showcased in her see-through lacy bra. My mouth finds her hardened nipples, sucking and biting them through the fabric.

"Oh, God, Nate, I'm going to?—"

I slide a hand between her legs, feeling her hot wetness against my palm. "That's it, Kitten , I want to hear it all," I growl. I slip two fingers inside her tight channel, flexing them. "You’re so wet, Annalise. Is this all for me?”

She bites her lip and nods, her eyes still shut tightly. I thrust my fingers in and out of her hot pussy a few times, moaning quietly. She’s so fucking hot. I can hardly keep myself in check.

Annalise cries out as her hips buck against my hand. I pull her hand away from her clit and bring it to my mouth, savoring the taste of her arousal on my tongue. She tastes so decadent.

"You taste like sin, Kitten. I'm about to show you just how much of a sinner you can be."

With one swift motion, I push her back onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. Kneeling between her thighs, I bury my face in her heat, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

"Oh, fuck," she groans. My tongue explores every inch of her swollen clit, swirling around it. Her fingers tangle in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp, but I don't mind. I love it.

I love seeing Annalise let go and surrender to me. She’s taking the pleasure that only I can give her. I slip my fingers back inside her tight pussy and feel her walls clench around my fingers. I add another one, curling them in a way that drives her wild.

She whips her head back and forth, fighting the oncoming sensation. "Nate! Nate, I'm so close…"

I intensify my movements, sucking her clit between my lips and flicking my tongue over her most sensitive spot. Her moans grow louder and more urgent. Her inner muscles spasm around my fingers. She reaches her climax, shattering with a wordless shout. I feel her juices cover my fingers and drip down onto my hand. I taste every drop of her like she's the most delicious thing in the world.

Slowly and gently, I withdraw my fingers, leaving one last lingering kiss on her folds. I’m as shaken as she is, and I haven’t even taken my clothes off. I can already predict the nuclear fission of our first time fucking.

One thing has become clear: I need to hear many more of Annalise Gellar’s breathy moans.