Insatiable (4 page)

He continued to load the table with my favorite foods. The table was set for two: plates, cups, forks, spoons, and napkins. It was all formal as, if we were having
dinner,
instead of breakfast. A plate of home fries and
empanadillas
sat in the middle of the table. Scrambled eggs and bacon sat beside it, beckoning me to sit down and eat. I would take a shower later, and my stomach didn’t argue with that.

“Shrimp
empanadillas
,” I said, after popping one into my mouth. “
Mmm
, this is delicious. You made them this morning?” I couldn’t believe this man. He was the CEO of Hart Enterprises, a sex addict in bed, and a cook to complete the package. I liked the package so far.

“No, I pulled them out of my freezer. Stella, my housekeeper, made them, so I can’t take the credit for it.”

“They’re
really
good, Drake. My father makes the best, and Stella’s are just as good.”

“Come. Sit down and eat up, Bella.”

I dug into home fries, my second favorite.

“You’ll need your nourishment for what I have planned for us, today.” The sly smile on his face reminded me how insatiable he could be when he was hungry.

The home fries stuck to the roof of my mouth. I took another swallow of my coffee—which I found strong, and hot—like the man seated before me.

Drake laughed. His blue eyes twinkled as he winked at me when he ate.

I was famished and able to do justice to my own plate. Shrimp
empanadillas
was
another
thing we had in common.

Last night, the sex was incredible, and our sessions earlier that morning were even
better.
I had to admit that the man was a smooth operator. Drake protected us—except that first time because we were
too
far-gone to stop. I prayed that his seed didn’t find a home inside of one of my eggs. I wanted children, but, I wanted to be married before I had them.

Drake had just added a second serving to his plate. He seemed to have a hearty appetite, or that was the norm for him? I really didn’t know him that well, but I wanted to.

“This was delicious, Drake. You’re an excellent cook—as well as other things,” I said, pushing my empty plate aside after having a second helping of
empanadillas
. “I’m stuffed.”

 Drake cleaned his fork with a satisfied purr. His glance drifted across my face, settled on my lips, and then slid up to my eyes. He licked his lips, and his tongue slid back and forth—teasing me terribly.

“Bella, I like fucking you as well. You have the sweetest pussy. Warm, dewy, just the right fit to hold me in snug and tight. Your breasts can entertain me for hours. Your passions stimulate me, and let’s not forget that sweet ass of yours.”

 He grabbed the robe and tugged me closer. His lips captured mine, kissing me with a demanding hunger that said let’s get it on again. His thumbs drew circles around my areolas, until the nipples peaked and ached. I closed my eyes on a moan when he caught the lobe of my right ear between his teeth. “Let’s fuck. I’m famished.”

“Drake!” he startled me by his boldness.

His lips took possession of my right nipple and sucked and lavished it, until a searing heat radiated down my body. He moved lower, licking his way straight toward my quivering core.

“
Querdio
, we have…
ahh
, to clean up this kitchen,” I moaned, as every part of my body cried out for satisfaction.

His fingers were driving me crazy. My need for us to become one dripped down my thighs.

“My cleaning lady will take care of the kitchen, Bella.
Hacer
el
amor
conmigo
—
make love to me,” he said so eloquently that I dripped a little more to my utter embarrassment.

We did it right there in the kitchen. He sat me on top of the granite counter top and ripped open my robe and buried his face between my breasts. Drake dropped his pajamas; and as they sagged at his ankles, he entered me before I could protest. I’d never been made love to in quite that way. His erection was rock-hard. His penetration was rough and deep as he stretched me sweetly. My Spanish blood was on fire for his loving as I gave as good as I received.

Hot, hot, hot!

Drake’s appetite was insatiable, and as hot as any Latino men. We made love in every room of his house except the mud room and garage. Sunday morning, we eventually cleaned the kitchen, made dinner together like an old married couple, and fell back into bed for more loving.

After our marathon rounds of making love, I rested my head against Drake’s chest; our limbs were still entangled as our bodies cooled down. My fingers played with the curly hair on his chest thinking about how good it felt to be with him like this. I’d never done this before—sleep with my boss.

Later, Drake opened up to me.

“Bella, it is lonely at the top, being CEO of Hart Enterprises. The company was started by my great-grandfather, Benjamin Michael Hart, and passed on down the line until my father, Drake Steven, Sr. I took over the reign three years ago, so he can retire and spend more time with my mother. It’s a big shoe to fill, but I’m more than up for the challenge.”

“You’re doing a great job running the company. Everyone I’ve spoken to thinks so, and you’re highly respected.” I raised my head to gaze into his shimmering eyes.

“But at the expense of my personal life. I don’t have one, Bella. You’re the first woman I’ve indulged with in an office affair. I’ve always made it a practice to not date anyone on my staff,” Drake confessed, his sexy as hell voice took on a serious tone.

“And you’re the first boss I’ve ever slept with Drake.”

“
Really?
”
He gazed into my eyes and rocked his hips into mine.

“I’ve never been tempted to sleep with my boss.”

“And I will be your
last
, Bella, because I’m a jealous man.”

“There’s no man in my life, Drake!” I spoke the truth. I wasn’t into playing games.

“I want you exclusively, Isabella Ruiz!”

“
Si
, I want you as well.”

Aroused, Drake began a steady pumping into my already moist core. Our eyes locked, our fingers entwined and we were lost again in the act of making love.

We kept our insatiable affair a secret. That three-day weekend just whetted our appetite for more. He arranged to have my flat tire fixed and the car brought over to his home. I spent Monday night in his arms, between his thighs, and his lusty cock took my body to newer heights and deeper depths in lovemaking.

Chapter Five

On Tuesday, Drake’s passion awakened me at dawn. An hour later, I eased into my shower and dressed for work.

“I…love…that…man!” I screamed. I felt reborn, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I felt amazingly good.

I sashayed into Hart Enterprises headquarters feeling like a renewed woman. I was falling in love with my boss. Although I knew there couldn’t be a future for us and I should’ve pumped the brakes, I didn’t care! I would live for the moment. For the first time in two years, since my parents moved back to Detroit, I felt like I had found the perfect man to complete my life.

Ms. Phillips dropped off a load of work on my desk, and that kept me busy. The morning flew by as I blocked out all thoughts of Drake because my work required my complete attention.

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By noon, I was summoned to Drake’s office. Being respectful, I knocked on his door before entering his office.

“Drake,” I called out to him when I didn’t see him seated behind his desk.

“Lock the door, Bella,” he called out from his private bathroom.

I was smiling when he walked out.

“Don’t keep me
waiting,
Bella.”

“No, sir.
I won’t keep you waiting.”

Drake looked delicious as he took his seat behind his desk. His white shirt was open, revealing his broad chest, firm abs, and a cock extended, covered, and ready for business.

Damn…he is fine.

I took a deep breath, slipped out of my navy blue skirt, and unbuttoned my blouse. I sashayed slowly toward him, giving him an eyeful of me.
What is that phrase? Absence makes the heart grow fonder?
It had only been about five hours since I left his bed.

I straddled his body, positioned my dewy core with his help over his extended erection, and lowered myself onto what awaited me—taking all of him in.

I gasped.

“You feel
so
good. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you more,” he groaned.

Drake grasped my wrists, locked them into his hands, and covered my mouth hungrily with his. His kisses were demanding—his tongue, thick and coarse, stroking me deeply. Then I was lost in the sinful movement of his hips.

While kissing me deeply, Drake lifted me out of the chair and walked us over to the sofa. Once again, his tongue slid down my throat, and his hands held me prisoner over my head. He entered my quivering haven, sinking deeper, until he hit the tip of my womb.

“You are beautiful,” Drake crooned.

“All women are beautiful when you’re deep inside of their pussy,” I whispered.

Drake roared with laughter.

“You don’t bite your tongue. I like that in a woman: intelligent, sexy and passionate.

His lips latched onto my flawless skin and found my nipple again. He sucked and gnawed at it until it throbbed. He switched to the second nipple, treating it to the same attention.

In a haze of ecstasy, I arched to meet each possessive thrust as Drake delved deeper into me with each rhythmic push. Minutes later, I cried out in ecstasy, writhed underneath his moistened body, and wrapped my legs around his hips needing more.

Drake’s head fell back. He drove into me one final time. His body shuddered and released.

“I’m
cumming
, I’m
cumming
!” I cried out seconds after him, and savored the release of his seed filling my womb.

Upon opening my eyes, I returned to reality, and pushed at Drake’s solid chest.

“We mustn’t get caught by the boss,” I teased, smiling up at him.

“The boss isn’t through with you yet.”

He kissed my neck and sucked on the pulse points.

“Seriously, Drake…this…I can’t think when you do that.”

“I don’t want you to
think
, just
feel
me,” he crooned.

“
Querdio
, I feel you, every sweet inch of you.”

His sex had come back alive, stretching and throbbing inside of my womb.

“I have a lot of work on my desk. Ms. Phillips expects it to be done by the end of the day.”

“Tell her I gave you a special project. You’re to see to the personal needs of the CEO.”

Drake pushed out and glided back inside of me. Soon, I was lost in our making love again, and work was momentarily forgotten.

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