The Greek Billionaire and His Secretary Page 3

  Willow’s rejection nearly killed him. “Why?” he growled. “Tell me what to do to change your mind, and I’ll do it.”

  The way he was looking at her made Willow’s body weaken even more. “I…” She couldn’t make herself explain it, fearing he would laugh at her. “It’s my first time,” she finally blurted out. “It’s not right…”

  Before she knew it, he had stepped back.

  She blinked, unable to understand what was happening. Were her words that…effective? And if they were, why did she suddenly want to take it back now?

  Stavros was incredulous. A virgin. Willow, with her beautifully curvy and wanton body, was a fucking virgin.

  “I’m sorry,” he said harshly. “I didn’t know you’re a virgin.”

  Willow’s heart sank. So her words were effective. And now, she realized she did want to take them back.

  He said flatly, “I would never disrespect you by taking your virginity in a one-night stand—”

  She heard herself say, “Then don’t.”

  Stavros blinked. “Excuse me?”

  Unable to look at him, she mumbled, “What if…what if we had a one-night stand without you taking my virginity?” When he didn’t answer her for so long, Willow forced herself to meet his gaze.

  He was looking at her like she was insane.

  She flushed but lifted her chin. “You still want me, don’t you?” She swallowed. “And I still want you, too.”

  Stavros raked a hand through his hair. “It’s not that easy—”

  “But it is,” Willow insisted, trying not to sound so desperate. “You’re an honorable man. I trust you. If you promise me you won’t take me, then I’ll believe you. And we can do…things.”

  His lips twisted. “You can’t even say it—”

  “Okay, sex,” she interrupted him hastily. She added rashly, “Fuck. Screw—”

  His hand slammed over her mouth. “Will you keep your voice down?”

  Her eyes widened. She hadn’t even realized she had been shouting. What was happening to her? Why had it become so important she just have this one night with him? Even knowing it was all she would have, why did she still want it?

  “Willow.”

  Shiiiiit. Why did she suddenly find the way he said her name so damn sexy? That was it. She was officially mental.

  Stavros was torn between amusement and frustration when she stubbornly avoided his gaze. “Look at me, Willow.” This time, he didn’t mince words, didn’t pretend it wasn’t a damn order he wanted her to follow.

  Shiiiiiiiit. Why did his commands sound sexy as hell, too? Why did it make her want to follow him, dammit?

  Slowly, reluctantly, she looked at him.

  “Tomorrow, I’m flying back to America.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “You remember now, don’t you?” he asked grimly. “I don’t live in Greece. Which means this one night may be the only night we’ll have.” His lips twisted. “I’m afraid I don’t have that many good memories of this place, so I doubt I’ll be coming back here anytime soon.” A harsh breath escaped him. “So what’s it going to be?”

  A one-night stand…

  It was really all she would have of him.

  Slowly, she nodded against his hand, and Willow’s heart began hammering again when he closed his eyes in response.

  “Thank fuck.”

  Only then did she realize it was because of relief. Which meant…he perhaps wanted her as much as she wanted him? The realization made her shiver. And wetter.

  He finally took his hand off her mouth, but she only had time to take one deep breath before he was kissing her again. This time, she only hesitated for a moment before she kissed him back.

  Her arms hesitantly moved up before wrapping around his neck. It brought them even closer, and the kiss became even more intoxicating. Another moment passed and she felt his hands moving over the sides of her body, caressing every inch, and the kiss became dizzyingly beautiful.

  His hands slowed down, settling on her hips before curving behind her, and then he was squeezing the cheeks of her bottom hard.

  Oh!

  It was almost painful, in an achingly hot and sweet sort of way, making her gasp against Stavros’ mouth.

  The sound seemed to inflame his desire, because his hands tightened even more around her butt and his tongue became even more aggressive as it delved into her mouth.

  When he finally broke the kiss, she could only look up at him in blind desire. Where to, Master, her body was practically singing. He only had to point the way, and she would follow.

  His thumb stroked her cheek, and she trembled at the tenderness of his touch. “You choose.” Desire made his voice rougher than before, and God, it made her oh so wet just listening to him speak. “I’ve already leased my home so it’s either your place or the hotel I’m staying at.”

  Definitely not her place since she was still living with her father. She whispered, “Your hotel.”

  ****

  The moment the door slammed close behind them, their mouths fused in a desperately hungry kiss.

  Stavros half-laughed, half-groaned at the way Willow’s hands roamed all over his body. She was a virgin. He believed her about that. But God, what a curious little virgin, and it was fucking killing him.

  When her hands brushed against his cock and he fucking pre-ejaculated like a teenage boy, Stavros knew he had to take control then. If he gave her free rein right now, this would be over in minutes.

  “Stop moving,” he growled.

  She stilled.

  How quick she was to obey when it was about sex. The thought alone had his cock trying to tear out of his pants. Women he fucked were usually quick to do so. He expected it, was used to it. But why was it when it was Willow obeying him, he felt like a fucking king?

  Willow couldn’t stop trembling as Stavros worked on the zipper of her gown ever so slowly. Her nerves were strung tight with excitement, and she wanted to beg him to hurry up.

  Maybe that was why he was so damn slow? Because he wanted to torture her?

  “Ass.”

  Stavros rolled his eyes, and the zipper halted midway down. “I like you sassy, but that won’t fucking work with others. If you’re uncomfortable, if you don’t know what to say, just shut up. Wait for five seconds, and the right words will come to you.”

  His words made so much sense, and she hated it. It only made Stavros more perfect and Willow more flawed. “Two words then,” she answered. “Fuck. Off.”

  “And that.” Stavros pinched one silk-covered butt, making Willow jump and squeal in surprise. “Stop cursing just to hide your embarrassment.”

  Willow flushed red. Shiiiiit. How could he see through her so easily?

  It made her want to be nastier, made her want to provoke him even more, but then she felt it, the gown sliding down in a swoosh, and suddenly she was just in her bra and panties.

  Shiiiiiit.

  “No,” Stavros growled when she started to cover herself. Slowly, he made her turn to face him, and he drew his breath, a powerful wave of lust smashing down at him as he took it all in.

  With her appalling gown no longer hiding her glorious curves, Willow was a knockout, a fucking bombshell with her large but pert breasts, tiny waist, and long legs made even longer by her four-inch heels.

  “Beautiful,” he rasped.

  The word made her blush from head to toe. She had an urge to give him one of her so-called one-word insults again, but she tried not to.

  Stavros smiled. “Good girl.”

  She blushed harder, and this time she couldn’t help it. “Chauvinist.” She loved the way he looked at her but hated how much she found herself craving his approval.

  Stavros laughed, and the sound made her toes curl inside her shoes. “Well, at least you lasted for ten seconds.” Before she could say anything else, he hauled her towards him and she tumbled out of her heels.

  He blinked in surprise. “Oh. You’re smaller than I thought.”
The top of her head didn’t even reach his shoulders.

  “Shut up,” she snarled, but she couldn’t help looking up at him, wondering nervously if Stavros no longer found her attractive.

  Instead, she found him smirking.

  “Relax. You’re still the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

  “Shut up!” She wanted to hit him so she raised her hand.

  He caught her mid-swing once more. “Why do you want to keep hitting me?” he demanded.

  “I don’t know!” she shouted back.

  “God, you drive me insane, you witch.” Before she could think of a name to call him, he was lifting her up, Willow’s legs immediately wrapping around his waist as their lips met.

  It was as explosive as before, drugging every sense into oblivion until all she could do was gasp and tremble in his arms. They kissed their way to bed, and when he laid her down and started taking off her underwear, she didn’t even resist.

  His groan at seeing her naked made Willow tremble even more, but there wasn’t really time to be embarrassed. He had settled himself between her legs, and the feel of his fully clothed body against her naked form was so wanton and erotic, it short-wired her brain and she ceased to think at all.

  All she knew was that she was his, and she desired whatever he desired.

  For a long time, they continued kissing, and every stroke of his tongue inside her mouth made Willow whimper and writhe. When he moved down her neck, he whispered against skin, “What do you think of me biting you all over?”

  “I want it,” she moaned.

  Stavros shuddered. “You weren’t supposed to want it.” He groaned the words out. “You have to help me, witch. I need to stay in control so I don’t take you.”

  Willow could only look up at him. “But I want you to take—”

  His hand slammed against her mouth. “Don’t say it,” he muttered thickly. Damn little witch, testing his control like this. Why the fuck had he thought he could do this? It was fucking impossible.

  Keeping his hand on her mouth, he glared down at her. “When I take this off, all I want you to do is moan two words.”

  Her eyes widened, but she slowly nodded anyway.

  “Yes. No. Or…” His smile turned dangerous and sexy at the same time.

  She whimpered against his hand as wetness gushed out of her at that smile. God, that smile. Could that smile fuck her?

  “More.”

  He took off his hand.

  She whispered, “More.”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  He could fucking come just by listening to her voice. Lowering himself back down, he worshipped her breasts, cupping them, massaging them, squeezing them. “What do you say?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  He squeezed her breasts harder.

  “Yeeeeees—”

  Bending down, he licked one pink nipple and she nearly threw him off the bed at the way her body arched. “Aaaaah!”

  His cock went wild inside his pants at Willow’s sensual sound of pleasure.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  He had to concentrate, had to do everything in his power not to listen to his body’s demands and to focus on her pleasure.

  He started sucking on her nipple, and she bucked against him again.

  “Mooooooooore.”

  He obliged, sucking harder and then, moving to the other rosy pink tip straining for his attention, he did the same thing again.

  Her head tossed and turned. She wanted more, more, more. Her legs snaked under his, between his, beside his, and finally she found it. His cloth-covered cock, throbbing against her wet and aching pussy.

  Stavros tore his mouth away when he felt Willow start to clutch his arms as she rubbed herself against his cock. Disobedient little witch.

  He strove for control even as she became more frantic, her hands reaching down to unzip him—

  “No, dammit.” He captured her wrists and she cried out in protest when he brought them over her head.

  “Behave, dammit.”

  She only wriggled against his hold, blatantly pushing her pussy against his cock. “More,” she begged.

  He shuddered. “You little witch…” But he gave her what she wanted, what he could only give her.

  She whimpered when his fingers brushed ever so gently against her aching folds. “More,” she begged him.

  “Didn’t I promise you this before? That I’d make you beg?” he teased her hoarsely.

  She glared at him. “Asshole.” But she ruined it by trying to lift her hips up, wanting more of his fingers. She no longer tried to make sense of what was happening to her, of how he had so much control over her. All she knew was that she wanted him.

  “Please!”

  Stavros laughed at the commanding note in her voice, but his laughter was cut short when she managed to free herself from his hold and reached for his cock again.

  Fuck!

  “If you don’t behave, I won’t make you come.”

  She gasped.

  “Now, be still, and I’ll make you feel good.”

  She forced herself to remain unmoving. She started to tremble again when she felt him moving down, parting her legs wide open. She could feel herself becoming soaking wet as his gaze lingered on her pussy. Just when she thought she had reached her limits, she felt it. His fingers parting her folds wide open, and his hot tongue slipping between them.

  “Aaaaaaaaaaah!”

  He began fucking her with his tongue, slowly at first, but when her hips started to bump up, he quickened the pace, his tongue like a fucking machine that had her eyes rolling back.

  “YEEEEEEEES!”

  She was coming, coming, and the sight of the ecstasy on her face was too much. He hauled her to him, pinning her down to the bed, and he started rubbing his cock against her still-quivering pussy.

  Willow wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing herself as well. The waves of pleasure started to slow down, but the way they were grinding against each other made it start again, and this time she didn’t just want his fingers.

  “I want your cock,” she begged.

  He stiffened. And when he felt her hands begin to move, he didn’t know whether to be flattered, exasperated, or turned on even more.

  “Willow, dammit, stop—”

  “Please!” They wrestled against each other, Willow doing the most creative things to get to his cock.

  “Are you insane?”

  She moaned, “I want your cock.”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. If she begged him like that one more time, he would lose it. He would fucking lose it. Peeling himself away from her delicious body, he went down on his knees.

  “Come here,” he growled.

  She went to him so quickly it nearly ruined his self-control.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  “You’re so damn willful,” he gritted out.

  “But I still want you to take me,” she cried out. She was aching so badly and she knew there was only one way to make it stop.

  He fisted her hair.

  His grip was just right, a mixture of hard and tender. Her eyes squeezed shut. Would it be the same if he possessed her? Oh God, oh God, if it was—

  “You want my cock?”

  The words made Willow look down, and she was stunned to find Stavros had unzipped himself. Stunned and even more delirious with need, seeing his cock now proudly jutting out of his pants.

  “Take it in your mouth, Willow.”

  Her lips parted open in shock at the command, but she couldn’t deny the shiver of excitement that ran down her body. His cock seemed so big and hard and God, so damn long. She didn’t think it would fit.

  She wetted her lips. “I don’t think—”

  The hold on her hair tightened. “What did I tell you, witch? Three words. Which is it?”

  God, when he made such unreasonable yet sexy commands. She wanted to beg him to command her even more.

  “Answer.”

  She whimpered, “Yes.”

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p; A second later and Stavros was gently but firmly guiding her down, leaving her no choice but to lower herself until she was on her stomach, head raised and at eye-level with his cock.

  “Suck it, Willow.”

  Oh God, here it was again, that beautiful tone of command. She reached for his fully engorged cock with shaking hands. Taking a deep breath, she slowly took his cock into her mouth.

  Stavros expelled his breath in a hiss as Willow did her best to take him all in. Was she really new to this? How could she be a virgin and be so fucking good at deep-throating him? She was like a fucking pro, her throat relaxing as the last few inches of his cock slid inside her mouth.

  When he was completely inside her mouth, he couldn’t help it, throwing his head back as he let out a groan, his body shaking with need.

  He tried to control his movements, tried to fuck her mouth more slowly, but she didn’t let him. His wild beautiful Willow wanted him out of his mind as she was out of hers. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his butt as she sucked him harder and worked her tongue around the head of his cock.

  FUCK!

  His control snapped.

  He began fucking her mouth hard.

  Willow’s head began to swim. Oh God, oh God, why did she want this so much? It wasn’t like her at all, but right now, she couldn’t stop. She wanted to suck him dry, wanted to suck him the way he wanted to be sucked and she was dying, God, she was dying to taste his cum—

  “Touch yourself.” Another command. “Touch yourself while eating my cock, Willow. I want both of us to come together.”

  Heart and body thrilled at his words, and before she could even think of what she was doing, her fingers were already moving, reaching for herself—

  Her gasp blew around his cock as her fingers found her pussy, and she couldn’t help biting the body of his cock when she started stroking her clitoris.

  Her senses started to swim, her breasts started to ache, and she knew she was oh so close.

  His fingers found her hair, and he was holding her head with both hands now. He was guiding her movements and then holding her still as he thrust his cock in and out of her. When his hips started to move wildly, his thrusts just as wild, her own fingers sought to match his feverish movements, making her clitoris stiffen and swell.