Chasing Love (Dark Love 1)

“I thought you had to be in London?”

Adjusting my tie, the grin on my face was obvious. “My plans changed.”

I didn’t let on to the fact that I was in deep shit for the spontaneous decision I’d made

, or that I was this close to losing a fifty-million-dollar deal.

“For how long?”

I could almost see a hint of hope in her eyes as she waited on my response.

“Indefinitely.”

I break out of the trip down memory lane, annoyed the cab is at a standstill due to the peak- hour traffic. Irritated, I text Adriana one after the other with messages full of profanity, and cursing her for making me take this trip. The sound of my email keeps pinging, and I reluctantly open my inbox to find an email from Victoria Preston, Executive Director of Preston Enterprises, informing me they declined our tender due to my absence at that meeting. She’s also quick to mention that she is staying at the same hotel and would like to discuss our proposal in further detail.

Victoria Preston is one hell of a manipulative ball-breaking bitch. Of course, we want the contract, it’s worth fifty million dollars. I avoid dealing with her after her attempt to seduce me at the last governor’s ball in London. She’s a spoiled brat who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

I pinch the bridge of my nose knowing there’s no way I can get out of meeting with her. It infuriates me that she’s staying in the same hotel because I know it’s no coincidence. Responding to her email, I mentally prepare myself for a long night ahead. We have a lot riding on this, the reality of which is settling in and enveloping me whole.

As I quickly ride the elevator up to the floor that is to be our new office, my phone buzzes. No fucking shit, it’s Adriana. I clench the handset ready to have it out with her.

“Fucking hell, Adriana, I’m here!”

“And what do you think?” she calmly asks.

I walk through the doors with my phone still glued to my ear. I abruptly stop at the entrance to my office. “Adriana, I need to go.” I end the call, not even waiting for a response.

Sitting in my enormous leather chair is Charlotte, dressed in a trench coat, pantyhose, and those famous Louboutins. My cock stirs at the sight of the trench coat. I’m hoping it’s just like in the movies—nothing underneath. Her legs are crossed, and I can just barely get a glimpse of the garters around her thigh.

She stands, slowly walking over to me. I’m speechless, and hard as fucking hell, quite possibly ready to blow in my pants like some horny fifteen-year-old boy at any moment. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me over to the desk, then sits me down in the chair, standing tall in front of me. I ache to reach out and run my hands along her smooth skin, but I wait.

“This is the thing, Mr. Edwards… I don’t appreciate unexpected visitors in my office. Gestures like that will lead to serious punishment.”

I can’t resist, raising my hand and placing it on her thigh. Slowly sliding it down, I make my way under the coat and cup her perfect ass. “I’m all for following rules.”

She undoes the knot in her belt, opening the coat. Underneath it, she’s wearing a strapless black corset with the garters attached to her pantyhose. The fabric of her French-cut panties so sheer, I can see the moisture building against the fabric. My woman is fucking wet as hell waiting for me. As I pull the coat off her shoulders, she straddles me in the chair.

“Let me think of the ways you need to be punished… hmmm.” She slowly grinds against my cock. With both my hands on her ass I struggle to compose myself, caressing them, hard. “My problem is that every time I sit at my desk at work, I’m reminded of what you did to me. As you can imagine, being the workaholic I am, it seems to have interfered with my day. So, I think it’s only fair that if I have to deal with that, then so should you.”

Charlotte slowly stands then sits on my desk. She slides back, opening her legs wide in front of me, then slides her fingers down, slowly rubbing her clit in circles.

This is gonna kill me.

Watching me watch her, she pushes the fabric aside making contact with her bare flesh. She whimpers as she speeds up, arching her back when she slides her fingers inside her.

Fuck. Me. Dead.

I quickly unzip my pants, releasing my cock. I stroke it slowly as I watch her, savoring every moment. Her eyes hungrily watch my cock as I increase my strokes, spreading the pre-cum all over my hands. She takes her fingers out of her pussy, inserting them in her mouth, tasting them one by one.

My chest is pounding, and pulling her roughly toward me, my lips crush against hers. The wait is killing me, my patience growing thin by the sheer desire running through my veins. I flip her over, unable to wait anymore. With her ass in my full view, I spread her legs as far as I can, slamming my cock into her.

The ache causes me to groan. Shutting my eyes tight, I hold back from finishing too early. Fucking control yourself. Taking small breaths, I manage to stop the climactic finish and slam my hips against hers. She begs for me to fuck her harder, moaning as my cock goes in deeper.

“I want you, baby. All of you,” I whisper in her ear.

She knows what I want, and goddammit, she’s more than willing. Dirty words escape my mouth, brushing against her ear as she moans softly through the intensity, pushing her ass further into me. Her beautiful sounds push me, warning me to control my movements and slow down.

I lean over with my cock still inside her. Pushing her hair aside, my teeth graze her ear. I remain still for a moment, listening to her heartbeat, admiring the glow of sweat lingering on her skin. Her breathing slows, but I know she’s anxious. Her tight pussy is wrapped around my cock, and I know she’s almost there, holding back just like me wanting to take this further.