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  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  In two seconds flat, he had her up against the door, their mouths fused, his cock grinding against her mound.

  This, Stavros thought with a shudder, was what every day at work would be like from now on. And then there was no time to think, Willow whimpering against his mouth and rubbing her pussy against his swollen length.

  ****

  “Now, let me look at you,” her schmuck commanded two days later. They were at a hotel downtown, with Stavros renting the penthouse suite so he could wait in privacy while she went to meet with Adler Brandt again.

  Nerves frayed, Willow moved stiffly as she did a 360 in front of Stavros, who was seated on the edge of the bed, his dark gaze focused on her.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  She supposed she did look okay, today’s outfit – a pinstriped pantsuit accentuated by a gold Chanel belt and black pumps – handpicked by Stavros himself. But in all honesty, her appearance hadn’t ever been the problem.

  She took a deep breath. “Umm, what if I—”

  “Ms. Somerset?”

  “Yes, Mr. Manolis?”

  “You can do this.”

  She glared at him. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one walking into a room filled with executives expecting me to make an ass of myself.” She chewed on her lip worryingly. “And their boss also happens to be the man who hates secretaries like me.”

  But her schmuck only appeared pensive, his gaze raking over her once more as he murmured, “You look unbelievably sexy when you’re worried like that. I kinda like it.”

  She threw her hands up in surrender. “Can’t you see I’m panicking here?” she howled.

  Stavros’ lips twitched. “Yes, I can see and hear it.”

  “Then give me my chewing gum so I can—”

  Stavros struggled not to smile. “No.”

  “It’s just gum.”

  “Exactly,” he said gently. “It’s just gum. A self-defense mechanism that you don’t need.” He pulled her forward, and like always, the muscles in his chest contracted at the way she went to him immediately, standing between his legs. These days, there seemed to be nothing sexier than having his beautiful little witch obedient to him.

  “Look at me.”

  Reluctantly, she did as commanded, lifting her gaze to meet his.

  “How much do you want to have that deal with de Konigh?”

  She scowled. “You know how much.”

  “Enough to do this? To have the guts to meet with Adler Brandt again and prove him wrong about you?”

  Shiiiit. What an idiot she was, not to have seen that coming. Frustration had her fidgeting in her pumps. “I’m just…” She looked away. “I just don’t want to…” Her voice lowered to a shamed mumble as she admitted, “I don’t want to fuck this up again for you.” She meant every word. Now, she knew enough about his special project – one that involved millions of dollars and with actual lives at stake – and she didn’t think she could bear it if she ruined the whole deal for Stavros.

  Her vulnerability called out to him, and with a rough sigh, Stavros cupped Willow’s face, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. “You won’t mess this up.”

  A wobbly smile. “I said fuck up.”

  “I know. I’m choosing not to use it.”

  “You always use fuck.”

  “Only when it has to do with fucking you.”

  “If I do this right, will you?”

  He raised a brow.

  “Fuck me?”

  Stavros’ eyes widened, and then a smile slowly formed on his face, making him look more achingly beautiful. “Willow…”

  She held her breath, practically melting against him at the sexy huskiness of his voice. “Y-yes?”

  “You wish.”

  For a moment, Willow could only gape. And then she gasped in outrage.

  Amusement gleaming in his eyes, Stavros snatched her close and kissed her hard. “You can do this,” he said against her lips. “And you will do this.”

  And then he was unceremoniously bringing her the door, practically kicking her out of his suite. “Now, do your job, Ms. Somerset.” The door slammed shut on her face.

  Aaaaaargh!

  Ten minutes later, and she was inside one of the hotel’s posh conference rooms and face to face with Adler Brandt, a sleek ten-foot-long leather-edged table between them.

  Speak of the devil.

  His face darkened.

  Shiiiiiit. She had said it out loud! Stavros was going to kill her, but not before she killed herself first. When he opened his mouth to speak, Willow knew she had to beat him to it.

  She bowed deeply. “I apologize, sir.” Not raising her head, she said, “My boss has always said my brain has a hard time catching up with my mouth, and it’s unfortunately true.”

  Silence.

  Willow slowly straightened up. “I know I’m the last person you want to meet, Mr. Brandt, but I assure you, I’m not…”

  Going to dupe you like your secretary did? No, not that.

  A gold-digger like your ex-lover? No, not that either.

  Shiiiiiit. What was she going to say that wouldn’t make him sound like the foolish old man he was?

  Although Stavros Manolis’ secretary still hadn’t spoken, her extremely expressive face said it all. She was struggling, hard, not to insult him, and despite his misgivings about her, Adler found himself slowly smiling.

  A diamond in the rough, Stavros had described this young woman. If that was really so, Adler was determined to see it for himself. He gestured to the chair next to Stavros’ secretary. “Sit down, Ms. Somerset.”

  Relieved that the German investor hadn’t yet decided to walk out on her, she said promptly, “Yes, sir,” and sat down.

  Taking a seat, Adler asked gruffly, “Give me everything you know about the project.”

  Swallowing, she did as asked. “It focuses on high-risk and capital-intensive real estate development in Third World nations.”

  “And the risks are?”

  “Mostly in the nature of possible interference from opposing local criminal entities.”

  “And the benefits?”

  “A possible profit margin that’s twice what you usually earn from real estate projects in First World nations.”

  “Double what I earn, you say, but the risks are ten times more than what I also usually have to work with. Do you think it will make good business sense for me to proceed?”

  Willow hesitated. Life and death, she reminded herself. She had to play this diplomatically, no matter what she thought.

  “Ms. Somerset?”

  To hell with being diplomatic. Her passionate nature won, and she said flatly, “No. It wouldn’t make good business sense, sir, but I think you should invest in this project anyway. You have more money than you can ever spend in your lifetime. You can spare enough for this project and with it, you’ll make it possible to change people’s lives. The people you’ll be employing, the people you’ll give beautiful but reasonably priced homes to – their lives will be better because of you and—” Willow paused for breath before ending fiercely, “—that’s a hell of a lot better kind of accomplishment than being the only billionaire to date all the women crowned Ms. Germany in the past decade.”

  The moment the words slipped out of her mouth, Willow wanted to slit her throat and just be done with it. Shiiiiiiit. She had done it again!

  She burst to her feet and bowed deeply again. “I’m so terribly sorry, Mr. Brandt. My mouth ran away from my brain again.”

  Silence.

  Shiiiiiiit. She really had to write a resignation letter. Stavros wouldn’t accept her back after this.

  Forcing herself to face the consequences, she slowly lifted her head—

  And to her shock, she found Adler Brandt actually grinning.

  Shiiiiiit. She had driven him insane!

  Dryly, he said, “No need to panic, Ms. Somerset. You haven’t succeeded in driving me out of my mind or givin
g me a heart attack…yet.”

  “Umm…” Was that a joke? Was it safe to laugh?

  “You know,” Adler was saying, “my only concern was for Stavros.” His smile turned wry. “I simply didn’t want him to end up like me.”

  She bit her lip hard.

  “Go on, say it.” But Stavros’ secretary only gave him a suspicious look, making Adler laugh. Coming to his feet, he walked forward and offered his hand. “Let your boss know you did a good job at convincing me, Ms. Somerset. Have the contracts sent to me next week.”

  Only when Adler was gone and she was on her way up to did it feel real to Willow. Oh my God, she had done it! She had really done it! She. Had. Not. Fucked. Up.

  Willow shrieked for joy. The other passengers in the elevator gave her looks, but she didn’t mind. She was just too happy. She called Stavros the moment she stepped out of the elevator.

  “Congratulations,” was Stavros’ first word when he answered her call.

  Willow brought the phone close to her mouth, took a deep breath, and screamed, “I did it!”

  On the other end of the line, Stavros sputtered over his coffee and almost dropped his phone at Willow’s piercing scream. Shaking his head, he waited for her screams to die down. “I had no doubt you’d do it.”

  “Ha!”

  Stavros released a mock sigh. “Manners, Ms. Somerset.”

  “Sorry, Mr. Manolis.” But the snicker that followed ruined the apology.

  Despite himself, Stavros smiled. “Come here and get your reward.”

  Perking up at the mention of a reward, she didn’t bother to answer and instead hurried down the hallway. Her bodyguard and his bodyguard were there, and they bobbed their heads upon seeing her.

  “Congratulations, Ms. Somerset,” both of them said politely.

  She stopped dead in her tracks. “You guys also know?”

  “We heard your scream from down the hall, Ms. Somerset.”

  Eek.

  They opened the double doors for her. “Mr. Manolis is waiting for you.”

  She felt herself flushing at the words. God, these bodyguards. They made it sound so clandestine. “I’m here to get my reward, you know.”

  “We understand, Ms. Somerset.”

  “We’re not going to do anything—”

  From inside the suite, Stavros called out, “Stop making excuses to security, Ms. Somerset, and come in.”

  Right.

  “Yes, sir.” The doors closed behind her as she took a step forward. When she was past the suite’s entrance hallway, Willow froze.

  Stavros was wonderfully, spectacularly, jaw-droppingly naked.

  Her throat went dry. “Is t-that my reward?”

  Stavros fought to keep a straight face, which was slightly easier compared to the struggle to stay still on the couch and not haul his secretary to him the way he was desperate to.

  “Come here, Ms. Somerset.”

  She couldn’t get to him fast enough, nearly stumbling in her haste. Naked, naked, naked. She couldn’t wrap her mind around it, and she couldn’t stop staring at Stavros’ cock, which seemed to keep growing in size. Naked, naked, naked. Would it ever stop growing? Naked, naked, naked. She was such a perv! Naked, naked, naked.

  Willow’s face was on fire by the time she stepped between his legs. She whispered tremulously, “Are you going to—”

  He reached for her hair, playing with a lock. “No.”

  She sputtered.

  He smirked. “But I’m going to do something almost as good.” He reached for her pants. “First though, we need to get rid of this.” Again, his hands moved, and Willow found herself reeling from shock and excitement at the way he had her naked from the waist down in moments.

  She lifted dazed eyes to Stavros. “Umm…”

  Without warning, he yanked her down right after. She fell onto him with a little shriek. He lifted her up, arranging her limbs so that she ended up straddling him.

  And that was when she felt it, his fully engorged cock nudging against the wet swollen folds of her entrance.

  Willow’s eyes flew open.

  “Want to feel my cock against your pussy?” Stavros asked hoarsely.

  She didn’t even think of denying it. “Yes, please.”

  Stavros bit back a curse, the polite but breathlessly voiced reply eroding his control even before they got started. Grasping her lovely hips, Stavros used it to teach her how to move over his body, guiding her hips forward and backward, slowly and firmly, causing his cock to rub against the slit of her entrance.

  He kept his gaze on her as he did, watching her hungrily as her long eyelashes fanned close. When she moaned, the sound was as powerful as a caress, and his body stiffened under her in even more urgent need. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Could he really do this?

  “Stavros.” Willow’s head fell back at the feel of his cock vibrating against her pussy. Oh God, the feel of it was so addictive, and she couldn’t stop moving, pressing herself down on his cock—

  Stavros groaned. “Theo, Willow…” His secretary was turning into a wildcat by the second, and all he could do was hold on to his control as her womanly instincts took over and she began moving of her own volition.

  “Stavros.” She couldn’t stop sobbing his name now, couldn’t get enough of the feel of his cock against her pussy. But even though she felt so good, it wasn’t enough, and she cried out in frustration. “Stavros!”

  Knowing what she wanted, he took her hand and guided it to his cock. “Hold it,” he said grittily. When her fingers wrapped around his length, both of them jerked against each other, Stavros because of her touch, Willow because of the throbbing heat of him.

  “Rub the tip against your clit.”

  The command had her whimpering, but shakily, she did as he ordered and nearly fainted at the result.

  “Faster.”

  “Harder.”

  Her inner muscles squeezed at the commands, and she could feel herself slowly losing her hold over her sanity as she did everything he said. She could feel the pleasure start to thrum inside her, spurring Willow to rub the head of his cock against her clit harder and faster, just like he told her to—

  Suddenly, she was there, and she screamed. Her movements became uncontrolled, her fingers tightening around his cock as she ground her clit against him.

  Fuck. Willow’s scream as she came did it for him. With a savage growl, he fisted her hair, hauling her head down to him for a kiss. She kissed him back with a sob, and when she shuddered, her breasts jiggling against his chest, that was it for him as well. He came in her hand, and he deepened the kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure as they came together.

  When she stirred in his arms an eternity later, Stavros tensed. The honorable part of him still didn’t like that he had succumbed to exploiting her, even if she had been the one insisting he make love to her.

  “Stavros?”

  He tensed even more. If she told him she wanted to end this now—

  Slowly, Stavros looked at her. Willow still had a sleepy look on her face, and she was rubbing her eyes like a child. “What is it?”

  “Seriously,” she sighed, “When are you going to fuck me?”

  Stavros stared at her, stunned.

  She yawned. “I mean it. When—” The rest of her words disappeared in his kiss.

  “Never,” he whispered against her lips, but even as he said it, he felt like a fucking load had been taken off his shoulders at her words.

  “But—”

  He pressed a finger to her lips. “One day at a time, witch,” he said gruffly. “Let’s take it one day at a time.”

  Chapter Ten

  Dear Greek Billionaire,

  Please credit me with some form of intelligence.

  If you tell me we have a business meeting but ask me to wear my sexiest underwear, I’m sure it’s not the kind of meeting I’m obliged to attend as your secretary.

  ~ The Art of Turning Down a Greek Billionaire

  “Willow?” Ashle
y called out from her counter.

  Typing up the last of her report, she looked up from her monitor, asking, “What is it?”

  The receptionist flashed her a sly smile. “Mr. Manolis just called. You’re to wait for him inside his office right now.” When Willow opened her mouth to protest, Ashley shook her head. “Remember the rules?”

  Rules, ha. This was payback for last night. She and Stavros had been seeing each other for two weeks now, and every day, she tried her damnedest to get him to make love to her. During the times when she’d almost succeed in ridding her boss of his control, he would retaliate with this.

  Ashley winked. “Your lover—ahem—I mean your beloved boss is waiting.”

  Her teeth clenched. Damn you, Stavros Manolis. He knew how much she hated it when she was being teased about them, which was of course exactly why this was his favorite form of revenge.

  “Shut up.” Her phone beeped. It was Brad. I’ve got tickets to THE most important gaming conference from your boss. And guess what? All I have to do is tell you—

  Motherfucker, Willow thought. She pressed Delete without bothering to read the rest of the message. She knew it would just infuriate her.

  She stalked towards Stavros’ office. The moment she entered, a pair of arms snatched her up. The door slammed shut behind her as she gasped in shock. “Stavros?”

  Wickedness gleamed from his dark eyes as he murmured, “Surprised?”

  “What do you think?” Willow was sarcastic, but it lost most of its effect with the way she automatically clung to him when he started walking. Her arms had encircled his neck while her legs – left bare by the way her pencil skirt had ridden all the way up – had tightened around his waist.

  “I’m still mad at you, by the way.”

  He had the gall to ask innocently, “About what?”

  She let out a frustrated growl.

  He smirked. “How eloquent, for an editor from one of Europe’s finest publishing houses.”

  Just as Willow was about to show him how eloquent she was, cursing in multiple languages, she felt them stop in front of his desk. And then he started nuzzling her neck. She forgot all about cursing him and started losing her train of thought instead.

  “You always smell delectable, witch,” Stavros said huskily. Her scent was unique and alluring, something he found himself craving for nonstop.