Assigned To Him, Book One (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (4 page)

Perfect was what he called
my body and he seemed to mean it. I needed to reach out to the wall
to give myself some support, but continued to fondle my big,
rounded breasts with my other hand. My head rocked back as I dug my
fingers in firmly and squeezed. It made my breath spill out in a
rush as the blossoming heat between my thighs began to burn
hotter.

I released the grip on my
tits and closed my eyes tighter as I trailed my fingertips down wet
skin in a slow tease. Shivers rippled through me as I turned to
lean back against the wall. It allowed me to reach for the shower
head to bring it down from its mount as I continued to trail my
other hand down between my thighs. I pressed myself against the
tiles to part my legs wider and let out a groan as I traced my
fingertips softly along my slick, swollen pussy lips.

My knees weakened at the
strong burst of desire that rippled through my veins and there was
no holding myself up any more. I slowly slid down the wall until I
was sitting on the floor and it allowed me to spread my legs wider.
The pressure of my fingers increased as I clenched my teeth and it
opened my pussy up. A groan spilled from my lips when I exposed my
clit to tease touches around it and my chest heaved as I brought
the showerhead right between my thighs.

The pounding jets of water
hammered against my pussy and I began to punish my clit with harder
strokes of my fingertips. It made me rock my head back and I winced
as it cracked against the wall. My breath grew more rapid as I let
the water torment and tease my naked skin until it was almost too
much to bear.

I slid my fingers lower
and imagined they were Sam’s swollen erection poised to enter me.
My body was on fire as the fantasy of sex with him raged through my
mind, but I made myself wait to build the pressure. The
contractions of my thigh muscles were making my legs shake harder
and my groan was loud when I gave in to temptation and fucked my
fingers between my pussy lips.

In seconds I was driving
them in and out and fantasizing that Sam was making me his. It was
something I craved at that moment like nothing else before and my
buttocks clenched as they lifted up from the wet floor. The
strength of my desire was making my flesh wobble as I finger fucked
myself closer to what I wanted. I brought the showerhead right up
to my skin to let the streaming jets of water add to the pleasure
and my teeth sank in my bottom lip as I started to lose
control.

My muscles slowly coiled
like springs as I slammed my fingers knuckle-deep inside my wet
cunt again and again until it left me right on the very cusp of a
climax. The release of tension when the dam burst sent a wave of
burning ecstasy through me and I buried my stiff fingers all the
way inside as the gushing spasms of my pussy carried me up to a
shattering high.

“Sam,” I let out as hot
bliss left me writhing around on the wet floor.

The strong shudders slowly
began to die away as the orgasm freed me from its grip and the
dirty thoughts about a man that wasn’t my boyfriend slowly faded
from my mind. I slowly withdrew my fingers to enjoy the last
flicker of pleasure as I tried to get control of my breathing.
Bringing the showerhead up from between my thighs, I closed my eyes
and let the water splash my face as I recovered my
senses.

“Good going Katie,” I
said, but knew I couldn’t have stopped myself.

The meeting with Sam
Lawrence set something off in me and there was good and bad to
that. The good was having a handsome man showing an interest in me
and telling me my fuller figure was perfect as it was. The bad was
that the man wasn’t my boyfriend and I couldn’t even remember the
last time Greg said anything remotely nice. We seemed to spend most
of our time arguing or ignoring each other.

The turmoil of my life
played out in my head as I continued to sit of the floor of the
cubicle and it was only when the power returned to my body that I
got up and actually showered. I was getting dressed when I heard
the front door of the apartment opening and I tried to compose
myself.

“Why are you home so
early?” Greg asked when he came in the bedroom and saw
me.

“I finished what I was
doing and didn’t need to stay late for once,” I replied.

I was on my feet and
heading out of the bedroom when he began to get changed out of his
work suit. Moving through to the kitchen, I cooked us a meal and
the tense atmosphere didn’t change as we sat eating and saying
little to each other. It made me think of the enjoyable afternoon I
spent with another man, but the doubts crept in my mind again that
Sam might have been charming to get a good story in the
paper.

There was no way of really
knowing the truth of it, but I would be writing positive things in
the article I produced about Sam himself and the Lawrence Lingerie
range of plus size underwear. I went to bed early that night and
pretended to be asleep when my boyfriend finally joined me. He
didn’t seem interested in anything other than sleep though, which
suited me fine and I lay thinking about my day until the tiredness
overcame me. We ate breakfast in silence the next morning and it
was only when Greg was leaving that he spoke.

“I’ll see you
tonight.”

“Yeah, have a good day,” I
replied.

It wasn’t long after that
I followed him out of the apartment and went to catch a ride to the
newspaper office. I wondered what Jeannie would say about me not
returning after the interview the previous afternoon, but it
quickly became clear that she hadn’t come back to the office either
after the team meeting she attended.

“So…, how did the
interview go?” she asked.

“It went well,” I said. “I
spent around an hour and a half with Sam Lawrence and got to see
the new range of underwear.”

“What’s it like?” she
asked.

“The designs are really,
really nice,” I said enthusiastically. “I think it will be a
success when it hits the stores.”

“When does that happen?”
Jeannie went on.

“The unveiling date is
planned for two weeks today,” I told her then reached inside my bag
to get her list of questions and my notebook. “I didn’t get the
chance to write anything up yesterday, but I’ll do it now and pass
it to you when I’m finished.”

“Good,” she said and
nodded.

I went to my desk to get
started and it was almost twelve by the time I was happy with what
I’d written.

“That’s the Lawrence
Lingerie article finished,” I told Jeannie.

“Could you print out a
copy for me,” she said and got to her feet. “I’ll be out of the
office this afternoon, but I can check it over tonight and speak to
you about it tomorrow.”

“Of course,” I agreed and
brought the article up on my computer screen to print it
out.

I took it over to
Jeannie’s desk and she gave me a piece of paper in
return.

“That’s some other tasks
to be getting on with this afternoon.”

I nodded and returned to
my desk to look through what was required.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,”
Jeannie said five minutes later. “I can’t imagine you’ll need me,
but my phone will be switched on at times this afternoon, so just
keep trying if you do have to get in touch.”

“Sure,” I said and smiled
at her before she headed for the exit and disappeared from
sight.

I decided to have some
lunch before getting on with my afternoon’s work and it was around
an hour before I got back. There was a package sitting on my desk
and I frowned as I sat down to look at it. I picked it up and
turned it over, but the only writing on it was my name.

“Must have been delivered
by hand,” I mused as I ripped the brown paper off to find a smart
white box with a bow on top.

The first thought that
came to mind was that Greg was trying to make things up with me
after the recent frostiness between us, but he hadn’t been in a
mood that morning where I thought he would be buying me presents. I
let out a sigh as I opened the box and my eyes opened wide when I
saw what was inside.

“Fucking hell,” I let out
then glanced around.

No one was close enough to
hear the curse and my gaze returned to the red panties with white
trim and bow sitting in the box. There was no doubt in my mind now
about who the package was from. I lifted the panties and matching
bra out and knew it was the same set I’d been holding the day
before. It was only when I went to return them to the box that I
saw the small card. My hand was shaking as I picked it out and read
it.

‘They will look good on
your perfect figure. SL.’

The initials of the man
I’d met for the very first time the day before. I sat reading the
card then on a whim turned it over.

‘Make sure you’re wearing
them on Friday. Carlton Hotel Bar. 20.30.’

“Oh shit,” I let out and
put my hand over my mouth as I read the message again.

Sam Lawrence said he
wanted to see me again soon and it was obvious that he meant it.
The turmoil was flooding my mind as I slid my hand up over my eyes
and wondered what the hell I was going to do.

End Of Book One

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