Authors: CJ Laurence
Want & Need
WANT AND NEED
By C J LAURENCE
WANT AND NEED
Copyright © 2016 by C J Laurence.
All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: August 2016
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-759-3
ISBN-10: 1-68058-759-5
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Dedication
For Michele.
You know why.
XXX
He captivated me entirely. His entire essence called to me as a glimmer of light beckons a moth. My body hummed in delight from his touch. The delicious strokes of pleasure from between my legs left me revelling in new levels of joy. His lust-filled gaze trailed down my heaving chest, sending shivers running through me. I found myself transfixed on his taut, muscled arms gripping my thighs—the image alone almost released me from his sensual assault.
He plunged himself in and out of me, faster, deeper, each urgent thrust pushing breathless gasps from me. With his chiselled cheeks and burning blue eyes, he brought me to my sweet edge in seconds. I collapsed back on his desk, panting and swimming in an ocean of decadence.
He glued his lips to mine as a groan vibrated through him. He stilled for a few seconds before he lay on top of me. His laboured breaths still resonated with something inside me.
As he sorted his clothes out, I propped myself up on my elbows, biting my lip with a seductive bat of my lashes.
“So,” he said, a cheeky grin tweaking the corners of his mouth. “How do you think your appraisal went, Kyra?”
“I think it could have been better.” I flashed him a wicked smile.
“I look forward to seeing your notes on improvement.”
He moved back towards me with a mischievous grin, those succulent lips of his inching their way towards my neck. Like prey to a vampire, he had all the access he required. I couldn’t help the moan of desire escaping me as he grazed kisses across my skin…
“Kyra. Hello, Kyra. Anybody home?”
I startled, my cheeks heating up in an instant as I saw him smiling down at me from the edge of my desk. “Yes, sorry.”
“You were away with the fairies there, weren’t you? Anything good?” He darted his tongue over his lips, my heart rate spiking in an instant. “Can you please type these letters and give them back for me to sign?”
I nodded and made a grab for the papers, trying to hide my flustered state. With a sly smirk, he sauntered back to his office, the definitive click of the closing door piercing through the deafening silence.
Running a shaky hand through my dark hair, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Oh my god.
I need to pack this in.
He was my boss—a new director in our company. Young and smoking hot combined with an air of confidence that mesmerized any female within a ten-mile radius, he was never far from my thoughts. He carried himself like a Greek god, looked like a Greek god, and I had no doubt he
was
,
in fact, a Greek god. If his body was anything like his edible face, I knew I’d be lost to him.
His name was Paul Connors and, as far as I knew, he was single. I convinced myself he flirted with me but I couldn’t be sure. I was the PA to all the directors in the company, but he was the one who gave me the most work. The guy he’d replaced hardly gave me any.
Calming my rosy cheeks along with my imagination, I completed his work within an hour. Knocking on his office door, I waited for that honey laden voice to coat me in its sugary sweetness.
As effortless as silk falling from a blade, his voice slid across the room. “Come in.”
I walked through, careful to avoid direct eye contact for as long as possible so I wouldn’t keep picturing him naked.
“Shut the door, Kyra, please. I think we need a little chat. Please have a seat.”
The second I closed the door, the atmosphere began crackling with tension. Each step I took towards the soft blue chair seemed to be like an ominous walk of death. I placed the letters on his desk, my heart pounding so loudly against my ribs I was sure he could hear it.
“Thank you.” He took a swig of his water, glee painted all over his handsome face. “Are you okay, Kyra? You seem very distracted of late. Is there anything you would like to discuss?”
I resisted the urge to squirm in my seat and focused on a painting on the wall behind him. The scorching burn of my cheeks complemented my now sweating palms.
“Um, no, I’m fine, thank you. I have a tendency to daydream now and again. I’m sorry, I’ll curb it.”
“That’s fine. We all do it.” He flashed me a dazzling smile, more heat gathering in every part of me. “Well, my door is always open if you need to talk about any problems you may have. And I do mean
any
problems.”
My heart skipped a beat. Was he insinuating he knew I had a crush on him? A smile escaped onto my lips as I thought about telling him my problem was
him
. Just his voice made me melt like butter under a hot knife.
“Are you smiling about anything nice?” he asked, amusement dancing through his eyes.
I crossed my legs and mumbled an apology, trying to think of anything other than him to calm my raging hormones. I lowered my gaze in shame, that at thirty years old, I couldn’t control myself any better than a teenager with front row seats at a One Direction concert.
“You know,” he said, lowering his voice. “I would love to know what you daydream about.”
His blasé statement caught my attention and I snapped my head up, startled. “Sorry, what?”
“Well, maybe it’s something that would benefit the company.”
My heart raced like a stampede of wild horses. “Sorry to disappoint.”
His svelte mouth creased into an innocent smile. “I’ll let you get back to work. I heard old Andrews shouting for his papers earlier.”
He stood and gestured towards the door. Like some cliché movie moment, we both grabbed the door handle at the same time. A breath caught in my throat and I snatched my hand back, hoping he hadn’t noticed the slight sheen to my skin. The unexpected contact only threatened to turn that sheen into a nervous sweat.
He took a step towards me, invading my personal space just a little
too
much for a professional relationship. “Just to clarify,” he said, leaning into me. “You never disappoint me, Kyra.”
I gasped, his hot breath lingering over my skin. Goosebumps covered me as I noticed the glee skipping across his features. Those dangerous eyes of his danced with mischief, tickling me for a response, but I had nothing.
He opened the door, signalling for me to exit. “Back to work, Kyra.”
All weekend I thought of nothing but what he’d said, and finally convinced myself I was reading far more into it than I should be. Putting aside the fact he was my boss, a guy like him would never be interested in me anyway. I vaguely wondered if he had a line of women following him everywhere. It really wouldn’t surprise me. Like lines from detention, I repeated to myself I would control my daydreams about him. It wasn’t healthy—or normal.
Monday morning soon arrived and I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when I realised I was the first one in.
The building I worked in was three storeys high. As was just my luck, I happened to be on the top floor. To the left of my desk was a long line of offices, one for each of the directors. I sat with my back against the far wall, enabling me a clear view of anyone who walked in, plus the visitors seating area in front of me.
Awaiting their next guests, the plush grey sofas needed plumping, and the country house magazines strewn all over the glass table needed tidying. I hummed to myself as I fussed over everything. My thoughts trailed off to Paul for just a second and I became all fingers and thumbs. The magazines fell from my hands, scattering across the soft beige carpet. I cursed under my breath and cleared up my mess. As I stood back up and turned around, I screamed as I met Paul’s handsome face inches from my own.
“Oh my god!” The adrenaline pulsing through my veins made me lightheaded. I couldn’t quite work out if it was shock or nerves.
“Good morning,” he said, giving me a warm smile.
“Morning. You scared the hell out of me. I didn’t think anyone was in yet.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
The tension between us was impossible to ignore. I felt as if I could reach out and strum it like a strained elastic band. Every passing second heightened the sizzling atmosphere to new levels. I didn’t know what to do except escape this awkward situation, so I offered him a cup of coffee.
“That would be lovely, thank you.” As he moved behind me, en-route to his office, he whispered in my ear, “And I would love to be your God.”
Shock rendered me motionless for several seconds. By the time I whipped around to face him, he was already closing his office door. I didn’t imagine that, did I? Maybe I wasn’t reading too much into this after all.
Past my desk was a small corridor leading to the small kitchen. In a complete daze, I wandered down and made his coffee. As I raced through all the recent happenings, I realised with a heart-warming swell he was definitely hitting on me. He had to be.
I took his coffee to him, surprised to see we were still on our own. My gut began to churn as I wondered exactly why that was.
“Thank you.” He smiled and cleared his throat. “Just you and me today, Kyra.”
My heart stopped dead, anticipation lodging in my throat. “Oh. Okay. I haven’t been informed of anything to alter the movements diary.”
“Andrews and Chapman have a delayed flight back from New York—no doubt you will have an email from them both. Michaels is off sick and Harris is on holiday as you know. Nicholls, Tate, and Atkins are in the meeting in Devon with Mr. Collins. That leaves just me. And you.”
“Okay.” I thought over my options for a split second before a naughty thought skimmed its way past my lips. “I guess I’m all yours, then.”
He raised his eyebrows, seemingly stunned by my response. I grasped my opportunity with both hands, and left him to chew over it as I sashayed my way out of his office.
Two can play that game, mate. You’re not catching me off guard anymore and enjoying it.
He remained in his office for the rest of the morning, only appearing as the clock struck one p.m.—lunchtime. As I gathered my bag, ready to head out, he strode towards me, the confidence in his advance making my imagination run riot once again.
“Chicken tikka?”
I stared back dumbfounded, my image of him grabbing my face and kissing me bursting like a balloon under a pin.
“The sandwich shop. That is where you were going, right?”
I nodded, words forming into sentences in my mind but still not reaching my voice box.
“Well, I’m going there, so do you want me to get yours for you?”
“Um okay, thanks.” I started fishing around in my bag for my purse, grateful for any chance to distract myself from my thoughts.
“I think I can afford to buy you a sandwich, Kyra.”
I collapsed in my chair, my brows furrowing together. He
was
, without doubt, hitting on me. He had to be. But then I hadn’t seen him around other women so maybe this was just him. Fifteen minutes later, when he came back with my sandwich, I still sat there trying to work out what the hell was going on.
I smiled and gave him my thanks as I took my lunch from him. He disappeared back inside his office, leaving me wondering about his actions once again. I headed to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, and help calm my thoughts. Unfortunately, daydreams of me spread over his desk took control as I stirred the milk in—and kept on stirring.
“Have you stirred that enough?”
I shrieked in surprise, jumped, and splashed tea all over the worktop as I dropped the spoon with a clatter. My cheeks flamed up in an instant under his radiating gaze. It suddenly struck me I had no way out of here—he was stood in the doorway, the only way in and out. I suddenly felt like an antelope cornered by a lion.
“Daydreaming again?”
I nodded.
He stepped towards me and lowered his voice. “You really need to indulge me with your daydreams, Kyra. I’m curious.”
“Oh, they’re nothing. Just wondering what will happen in the soaps and stuff on TV.”
“Ahh.” He took another step towards me, the gap between us now barely a couple of feet. “And there was me hoping they might have been about me.”
My mouth dropped open. “What?”
A beaming smile spread over his face, and he closed the gap between us completely. I didn’t know where to look or what to say.
His attention fell to my mug. “Can I try your tea? Seeing as you always make me coffee?”
I nodded. “But you never ask for tea.”
“Well, I do like a bit of variety now and again.”
My heart rate tripled. He reached past me, brushing my arms as he did so. A breath caught in my throat as crippling tingles nearly brought me to my knees. His eyes met mine—nothing but glittering gems of mischief.
He sipped my tea and gave a small groan. “Good tea. Is everything you make this good?”
“What…what do you mean?” My mind now raced in time with my heartbeat. Where was this going? Was he going to kiss me? Or was he just enjoying seeing me squirm?
“Anything.” He shrugged his shoulders, trailing his tongue over his bottom lip. “Drinks, food, other things…”
Before I could even register his words, the office door slammed shut, alerting us to someone’s presence. The building tension melted like an ice cube in hot water. I scurried my way around him to see who the visitor was. It was one of the managers looking for Mr. Collins. Explaining the situation whilst quietly thankful for their intervention, I flopped down in my chair as they left.
Where the hell had that been going?
Paul appeared in his office doorway as the door clicked shut behind the manager. “Can I talk to you please?”
I knew for sure I wasn’t imagining things now.
I stood up and edged my way through his door, shutting it behind me. I didn’t know why, considering no one else was in. Just a habit, I think, from hearing the dreaded
can we talk
sentence.
When I turned around, his handsome face was millimetres from mine. I jumped back, finding the solid wall behind me. He stared straight through me, boring a hole through any weak defences I might have had against him.
“Paul—”
He grabbed my waist and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me with such hunger it took my breath away. He tickled my lips with his tongue, and when I yielded to his wants, he explored me with raging desire. Passion and urgency took hold of us both, spurring us into lust-fuelled action. His hands wandered over my body and I yanked his shirt free, desperate to feel his smooth skin.
Needing air, I broke our brief embrace, managing to whisper, “What the hell?”
“I’m sorry…did I read you wrong?”
I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my swollen lips. “No.”