several seconds.
“I’m sorry, sir, but Anna is with a client and cannot be disturbed.”
Those words made his blood run cold. They were the same words she used at their meeting. He wondered if at this very minute, some other guy was lifting Anna’s skirt, parting her legs, and bending her over her desk.
“Sir? Sir?” The receptionist’s annoying voice pierced through Guy’s thoughts. “Would you like to make an appointment with Anna?” she asked.
He just stared at her like an idiot, before mumbling, “No, it’s fine. I’ll call her.”
“If you would like to leave your name and number, I can have Anna call you,” she said helpfully.
“I said, it’s fine,” he snapped, turning on his heel, but not before he saw her recoil at his aggressive manner. Damn Anna to hell , Guy thought savagely.
As he made his way back to his office, she was the only thing he could think of—he couldn’t get her out of his head. By the end of the second week at work, he was frantic, the gaping hole Anna left in his life urgent and impossible to ignore. He had to see her. Although it was late, he lifted his phone and sent her a one word text.
Guy: Sorry. x
Her response was immediate.
Anna: Sorry for what?
He understood then she wasn’t going to make this easy, but then, that was his Anna. She had him completely bewitched, and he quickly replied.
Guy: Missing my appointment…can we reschedule? x
His heart was thumping as he nervously waited for her reply, and he jumped when his phone beeped.
Anna: Mmmmmm thinking…
He was on tenterhooks, knowing she was only a couple of floors above him and the thought was driving him wild.
Guy: What are you wearing? x
His mobile beeped again, and he gasped. The photo Anna sent him showed she still wore nothing beneath her skirt; it was shocking and deeply erotic and he loved it. His breathing quickened and his fingers trembled as he replied.
Guy: Can you squeeze me in? x
His mobile beeped, and he saw another picture: a packet of wet wipes. He groaned, feeling himself harden.
Guy: Is it going to be messy? x
Anna: Filthy!
Her reply had him salivating. The office was quiet now; most people had already left. Guy wouldn’t have cared if the place was still crowded, which was stupid, but then again he wasn’t thinking with his brain.
Guy: Shall I clean you? x
Anna: Flat 2A, Clover Street, Westminster.
Confused, it took Guy a second to realise it was Anna’s home address. Excited, he was up and out the office in minutes, punching her address into his Sat Nav while steering the car. Blood roared in his ears, all he could think of was being with Anna…being inside Anna. As he parked he realised he had no recollection of the journey. His fingers shook as they pressed the buzzer of 2A, then the door opened and he stepped inside. Anna stood naked except for her hold-up stockings and high heels, her nipples already hard and her face composed.
What happened next was pure animal instinct and a total loss of control. He lunged at her, grabbing her roughly, his hands between her legs, and her wetness slick on his fingers. He pushed them into her mouth while she tried to loosen his belt. He slammed her into the wall, knocking her hands away as his mouth closed on her breast. She yelped and moaned as he sucked hard, her nails digging painfully into his back. He teased the nipple back and forth, his teeth gently nipping. Anna ripped his shirt open and pushed him hard—it was now his back against the wall and her mouth on his chest. When she bit him, it was the sweetest pain, and something he’d never experienced. He roared, shoving her to the floor and spreading her stocking-ed legs apart before savagely thrusting deep inside her. He pounded into her selfishly, animalistic, with only one thought in his mind: dominance.
As her nails sunk into his back, he gasped, and it was enough to make him pause. He looked into