Rendezvous in the Clouds: Billionaire Boss Office Romance (Hunter's Catch Book 1)

“Sarah,” he whispered, his voice thick and raw. It sent a shiver up my spine and my back arched with pleasure.

“Come with me now,” he said, taking my hand. He stood and I could see the bulging erection in his pants. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in months and right then I was one big seething hormone, but still.

“Nick,” I said, trying to clear my head enough to think straight. “You want me to just have sex with you now? I just met you yesterday and…you’re my boss.”

He tilted my chin up to meet his fiery gaze. He spoke slowly as I trembled.

“I am a man who gets what he wants. I want you in my bed. I’m also a man who has made a fortune using my instincts. I can tell you want me too. I told you that you always have a choice, Sarah. If you don’t desire me, I’ll leave you alone. But I am not a patient man and I will not play games with you.”

My brain screamed, desperately trying to find the brakes on the speeding car that was my body. But it was too late. I hurtled into his arms, crashing my mouth against his. Whatever emotional wreckage I would have to crawl out from under afterwards was forgotten as he picked me up effortlessly and carried me to the bedroom.

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He opened the door with his foot and then kicked it shut behind us. Nick laid me on the bed, taking off my pumps. His hungry gaze traveled over my body from my scalp to my toes. My chest rose and fell rapidly as my breath came out in soft, clicking gasps.

“I want to be gentle with you, Sarah. But you make me feel like a caveman,” he murmured thickly. Every nerve in my skin shimmied in ecstasy as leaned over me and grazed his fingertips along my throat. He knelt at the edge of the bed and kissed me. The touch of his lips against mine electrified my lower spine and flooded molten heat through my core.

He growled into my mouth and I gasped. I flung my arms around his neck as he crushed me to him, crawling onto the bed and then on top of me. His weight pushed me into the mattress as he placed his forearms on either side of my head and cradled my skull in his hands. My breasts mashed against the smooth hard muscles of his chest as the length of his steely shaft pressed urgently against my thigh.

Nick thrust his tongue into my mouth, shooting it in and out as I groaned and writhed beneath him. My skirt hitched up as our pelvises moved together and my thighs fell open for him. The first feel of his cock pressing directly against my clit over my wet panties made sparks of colored light dance behind my eyes. I arched my back and pressed my hardened nipples against him, reveling in how strong he was, how amazingly sensual he made me feel.

He trailed hot kisses over my face and jawline as his fingers popped open the buttons on my blouse. Working his way down, his lips followed his hands, pressing them to every inch of my newly exposed skin. When he got to my quivering stomach he sat up, straddling my thighs and pressed one palm against my lower belly and the other over my heart. The energy from his hands coursed through me like lightening.

His eyes were filled with fire. I had never known anyone so passionate. He took my breath away. Nick gently lifted me and lowered my open blouse off my shoulders. Pressing me to his chest, he unclasped my bra and tossed it off the bed. A deep growl of approval escaped his throat as my breasts bounced freely into his hands.

“You are so lovely,” he murmured, laying me back against the bed. The stiffened tips of my nipples jutted in the air, as hard and rosy as coral. Nick lowered himself over me and wrapped his lips around one, drawing it deeply into his mouth. I moaned with pleasure and clutched his head to my breast. My fingers entangled his thick, soft curls. They tickled my throat as he turned his face to lap one nipple, then the other.

His tongue sent tiny explosions straight to my pulsating clit. Shamelessly, I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground against his rock hard abs. He lifted his body and pressed his crotch firmly against mine, making me moan out loud.

“Is this what you want, Sarah?” he panted.

“Yes,” I cried out, not even recognizing my own voice. His fingers found the side clasp on my skirt. I had to stifle a giggle, because the damn thing was pretty much bunched around my waist. He had to lower the hem to my knees like a prim schoolmarm in order to unzip me.

His eyebrows shot up. “What’s so funny? Ticklish?”

I shook my head silently, but then laughed till I felt almost hysterical, like any moment I could also just burst into tears or start screaming. So much had happened in less than twenty-four hours with this man who until yesterday was an absolute stranger who I had only read about in newspapers, as much a part of my life as the Queen of England. It felt like anything was possible and nothing seemed real.

Nick drew me into his arms and held me. His hands ran large soothing circles over my shoulders and back.

“Do you want to stop?” he whispered, his warm breath soft in my ear.

“No,” I said. Every muscle, sinew and nerve in my body was on fire for him. I couldn’t deny it. Nick Hunter had me, body and soul. I shuddered beneath him as he pushed me softly against the mattress and hooked his fingers in my waistband. Holding my gaze, he slowly pulled my skirt down my legs and tossed it to the foot of the bed.

I grabbed the sheets, twisting the linen in my fingers as he ran his tongue over my stomach and clutched my thighs, parting them. His nose nuzzled the drenched fabric of my panties.

“God, you smell amazing,” he murmured. Then I felt his tongue press against my clit through the material. He looked up at me. His eyes were as dark as thunderclouds and they flashed like lightening.

“Tell me you want me to taste you,” he growled.

My thighs quivered as I gasped, “Yes, Nick. I want you to taste me.”

“Take it off,” he ordered. My stomach did flip-flops and my heart pounded in my throat. I tugged my panties over my thighs as his searing gaze burned my flesh. Nick greedily tore them the rest of the way off, the fabric ripping in his hands.

I clamped my hand over my mouth as he held my thighs apart and parted my soaked cleft with his tongue. His mouth drew in my pulsating clit, sucking it between his full lips. I could barely hear my cries of ecstasy over the pounding of my blood rushing between my ears. His hand ran up my body and pinched my nipple. The sensation boomeranged between my breast and clit in an infinite circle of pleasure.

His rock hard shoulder flexed beneath my grasp as he slid two fingers inside me. Tantalizingly slow, he thrust them in and out as his flattened tongue lapped my clit like an ice cream cone. My body felt like it was floating in space. The only thing that tethered me to the earth was his mouth. Never had I felt so sexually free. I grasped my breasts, rolling and pinching my jutting nipples between my fingertips.

Nick jerked his head back to watch me, his chin gleaming with my juices.