Touch me if you dare: Alpha Billionaire Romance (The Secret Matchmaker Book 2) (2 page)

"I'm going to be about ten minutes late," I barked into the phone at my secretary.

"Right, Sir. There is a young woman who says she's here to see you. What would you have me...?”

I cut her off, realizing suddenly that Lila was coming to spend the day with me. I hadn't necessarily forgotten, but with so many other things vying for my time, I'd temporarily misplaced the information in my head.

"Let her into my office. She's going to be working closely with me on a project. Get her a key to the office and a name badge so she doesn't have to go through the mess in the lobby at security every time. Got it?" I tried to soften my tone. Cindy didn't need me acting like an ass before lunch. It wasn't her fault that I spilled a full cup of coffee on my slacks on the way in earlier.

"I'll have it done in no time." Her voice held a positive inflection and I was grateful. I hired her for that very reason.

"Great. I appreciate you, even though I don’t always act like it." I hung up before she responded and tapped my hand on the wheel as I waited for the light to turn green.

Excitement tore through me like I hadn't experienced in a long time. Lila. A beautiful name and a stunning woman who wore it well. How lucky could I be, that she had agreed to my nefarious contract? I should be ashamed of myself, but I wasn’t. And while it seemed on the surface that I should be concerned about such an alliance with a woman who would give herself away so easily, I wasn’t. I just didn't get that vibe from her.

She was confident and strong, straight-forward and smart enough to take advantage of a good offer when she saw it. I had to believe that she wouldn't have accepted my deal if we hadn't shared incredibly hot sex the night before. She had officially sampled my goods and knew that what I was offering was mutually beneficial, not even counting the business side.

"Fuck. Come on. Turn green already for shits-sake," I growled at the traffic situation and punched the gas the minute the light turned.

It only took a few more minutes to get to the office, but my mood was still relatively intact as I walked through the security desk and took the stairs up to the eighth floor. I used the exercise to clear my head and distract my body from the anticipation of seeing her again.

Stopping by the front desk, I gave Cindy a smile and nodded toward my office. "Lila in there?"

"No, Sir. She ran out for a minute, but said she would be right back. She's all set to go with her badge and key though." Cindy smiled.

"Perfect. Just send her in when she gets back." I walked into the expansive office and unbuttoned my suit jacket, sliding it off my shoulders and draping it across a chair.

Breathing in deeply, a smile formed on my face. I could smell her perfume. It was barely a hint of her scent, but it still caused a twitch and fullness in my slacks. I had no doubt that this beautiful girl would be the death of me. Finding a wife sounded like a terrible thing to do now that I had access to someone so sensual and strong.

"You promised yourself," I mumbled and couldn't shake the fact that maybe my arrangement wasn't going to turn out to be as linear as I had hoped. "I wouldn't have had to make the damn arrangement if she was willing to talk about dating."

But she wasn't. Lila had been clear the night at the club, when refusing me her number and asking to be dropped back off there. She wasn't the marrying type. All she wanted in her life at the moment was sex. I could do that, but the no strings attached clause was going to be the challenge. Love had never been an issue for me, but I'd heard how sneaky those pesky feelings could be.

I turned as something caught my eye.

"Morning, Asher." Lila smiled as she walked in with her head held high, her expression filled with optimism if not a bit of challenge.

"You look stunning." I reached for the coffee cup she handed to me. "What's this? I'm kinda picky."

"I'm aware." She chuckled and sat her own cup down before running her hands down the front of her tight pencil skirt. "It's a double shot flat white."

"Well... fuck me. You do your homework, don't you?" I grinned and turned to walk back toward my desk as warmth spread across my chest. No one knew how I liked my coffee but Cindy. It wasn’t like it was the common knowledge of every underling in the company.

"It's my job to get to know you inside and out." Her voice was sultry and yet professional. So, how was she in the business of finding dream wives for horny rich men while she had to be their fantasy lover? Seemed like a huge conflict of interest.

"Is it now? Seems like you might have an unfair advantage then." I moved a few papers from my desk and glanced up at her.

Her back was to me for the moment, giving me the opportunity to really get a look at her. Her black skirt was tight, but professionally sound. She appeared elegant due to the red heels and white button down blouse that accompanied the bottom half of her outfit. Minimal jewelry, but her lipstick matched the warm red of her shoes and earrings.

She turned to catch me watching her and smiled. "Like what you see?"

"Are you kidding? Between the stupid traffic and spilling a cup of coffee in my lap this morning, I had decided to be in a horrible mood for the day." I smirked. "No way is that happening around you now."

"Good to know." She pulled a pad of paper out of her briefcase and walked toward me, tapping her pen rhythmically on the top of it. "Can I sit here?"

"Of course. Wherever you like." I ran my hand down my tie and couldn't help but think about how incredible she might look on the centerfold of Cosmo magazine. The girl was sexy in an old school way that had me wanting all of her time.

"I'm actually just going to shadow you for the next few days. I want to understand your lifestyle, your habits, your current relationships and how you interact with others. I'll ask a few questions here and there as well." She wasn't asking, but laying it out in a tone that told me it wasn't up for discussion.

If it had been any other woman speaking to me that way, I might have put her in her place, but Lila had a strange power over me, and I couldn't help but go with whatever she said. I nodded and picked up the coffee, taking a quick sip as she wrote something down.

I watched her for a few seconds before turning to my computer and turning it on. Her clothes fit her beautifully, but in my mind, I had already stripped them off and was trying to imagine the color of her panties and bra. She had felt so fucking good two nights ago, but the car had been too dark to really get a good look at her. I wanted her to strip and walk around the office so I could memorize every curve, every inch of her.

"I do have a few meetings today that my pretty young shadow isn't going to be able to attend due to the confidential nature of the items being discussed." I glanced over at her as she looked up, stilling me with her large brown eyes.

"Sure. I'll either go back to my office, or just stay here if you're comfortable with that. I brought a laptop so I could get a few things done. I have shadowed execs before, and so I assumed that might be the case."

She was incredibly professional. Something about that left me wanting to make her bend to my will and show me the naughty vixen beneath the mask. I liked it—almost too much.

I tapped my watch and stood up. "I'm perfectly fine with you staying here. Make yourself at home and if you need anything, Cindy can help you."

"Would you mind if I asked Cindy a few things about you too? I'll just tell her I'm working on some research for you and need a bit of insight." She shrugged, her motion lifting her breasts, which caught my attention.

There was no need in coaching myself to behave around her. It wasn't going to happen.

"Of course. Do what you need to do. You're a professional." I smiled and picked up a portfolio pad in front of me, grabbed my coffee and walked out into the hall, wishing I could just cancel everything and spend all my time with her.

***

The first three meetings were beyond dull and I had to stifle a yawn more times than I cared to admit. The real estate market had been increasingly tough for the last few months and from the look of things, it wasn't getting any better. That wasn't good news for Lila or me. I was supposed to be helping her find the perfect location for her new business, and it was proving to be a struggle to secure the right properties in the price range required, for my
own
businesses.

There was some part of me that wanted to be straight forward with her and tell her that the market was just completely fucked up right now, but I couldn't. If I did that, my part of the deal would fold, and then she could easily go back to her life and I wouldn't get what I was after. Her.

Why the hell do I want her so badly?

It had been forever, if ever at all, since I’d found myself pining after a woman to this extent. It had to be about sex. I was highly sexual and enjoyed so much more in the bedroom than most women were comfortable with. That was it. It had to be.

Lila was adventurous and hadn't held back at all on our first chance encounter. She knew what she wanted and she took it, unapologetically; and I loved that about her. She was my kind of woman. A rare find and one I wanted to spend a long time exploring. I wanted to get to know her in ways that might make most women uncomfortable.

I let out a short sigh and glanced at my watch as an investment banker from Merrill Lynch droned on about long-term strategies. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing, what she was thinking. Did she leave her panties at home like I’d asked her to?

Was she interested in only sex or did she want something more? What did I really want?

"Asher. Did you hear me?" My client tapped my arm and I pulled myself abruptly away from the serious thoughts that had purloined my full attention.

"My apologies. Horrible night of sleep." I smiled kindly at the middle-aged client and turned my full attention back to the banker, peppering the poor guy with questions he obviously wasn’t prepared for.

Good. At least the spotlight is off of me.

The banker answered a few more questions before glancing up at the clock on the wall. "It's noon, and I surely hate to do this, but I have to be at an event for my kiddo. I'll have to pick this back up with the two of you next week."

"Sounds good." I shot to my feet and moved to shake his hand, thanking him though he was virtually useless.

My client gave me a weary look and I patted him on the back and walked him to the door. "We'll figure it out. I know old Jonesy didn't seem to know his shit, but he's the cheapest and most efficient banker we'll find. He's good, you just have to give him time to unwrap the package in the only way he knows how."

"I guess, but time is money." My client lifted his eyebrow.

"It is, so get out of here and let me make some of the green stuff, hm?"

We laughed and I waited for him to leave before walking with growing anticipation back to my office. It had been three hours and yet it had felt like forever.

I was in trouble. In deep shit over this girl.

Pausing by the door, I opened it quietly and found her standing at one of my many bookshelves. Her back was to me as she flipped through the pages of one of the books I'd co-authored on real estate investments.

"You can borrow that if you like," I spoke softly, but she yelped and turned to me with surprise on her face, regardless of my soft approach.

"Oh, you scared me. Sorry to be nosy, but I saw your name on it." She smiled and turned, slipping the book back into its spot on the shelf.

The long stretch of her leg and beautiful swell of her ass caught my attention. The visual image of squeezing her beautifully rounded rear slid across my memory and I bit my lip to keep from groaning.

I had to have her. We made an agreement and I was ready to invoke it.

"No worries about poking around in my stuff. You said you wanted to know me. Do what you need to do." I turned and walked back toward the open door, sticking my head out and catching Cindy's attention. "You guys make sure you take your lunch break and no interruptions unless the building is burning down for the next hour, okay?"

"Of course, Sir." Cindy stood and picked up her purse. "Will you need lunch?"

"No, thanks. I'll figure something out." I closed the door, locked it and turned toward Lila as a wicked smile lifted my lips.

"What are you doing, Asher?" Her eyes widened a little as I pulled my tie from around my neck.

"I've not stopped thinking about how good you taste, how right you feel against me since I got here this morning. I'm invoking part of our agreement."

"You want to have sex here?" She looked around as her voice tightened. "In your office? In the middle of the day?"

"Absolutely."

"Right," I mumbled and turned toward the bookshelf, not wanting to give away the burning desire that was sure to show on my face. Warmth rushed from the center of my stomach up my chest to cover my neck and cheeks. Fucking in someone's office was a fantasy I thought I would never get to experience, but apparently I was wrong.

Asher's hands slid over my hips as his warm breath brushed by my ear. I leaned back a bit and pressed myself into the front of him as my heartrate immediately went up, and continued beating harder and faster with each passing moment.

"You smell so fucking good. Did I tell you that already? I walked into my office while you were getting coffee for us earlier, and even though I could barely catch a hint of you having been here, it was enough." He kissed the back of my ear and turned me to face him.

The desire in his eyes stole my breath. "Are you sure about this?"

"Why, are you not?" He brushed the back of his fingers over my nipples and pinched softly as I let out a soft groan. "Sounds like you want some attention."

"This isn't appropriate, Asher." I swatted at him as a smirk lifted my lips. "It's the middle of the day and anyone could hear us."

"You do get a little loud I noticed." He chuckled and pulled me close before sliding his hands over my ass and squeezing softly. "I like it."

"I try not to mix business and pleasure. It makes things..." I couldn't find the word.

"Sticky?" He asked in a gravelly voice as he ran his nose up the column of my neck.

"Asher." I pressed my hands against his chest, but not hard enough to move him in the slightest. I'd be a damn liar if I said I didn't want a quickie with him in this big beautiful office. It was simply the principle of the thing.

"Lila." He moved back and took my face into his hands. "The agreement was that I could have you any time I wanted. Anywhere. Remember? If you want to back out, I get it, but I'm a very sexual man and I have needs that are going to push you to your limit."

I swallowed hard, wanting to know what those needs were. I had yet to meet anyone like me, but the thought of finding out left me aching for the possibility of finding my so-called limits.

"I remember. I was just saying that it's dangerous." I slid my hand down his chest, over his abs and slipped the tops of my fingers into his slacks, brushing by the thick head of his cock.

He closed his eyes and nodded as his tongue snaked out for a quick lick across his lips. "I like danger. It's a little risky here, but nothing like fucking in a dark alley in a rich man's car, right?"

I laughed, unable to help myself. "Fine. You want it... take it."

He reached down and tugged my fingers from his pants. "I intend to, pretty girl. Lay back on my desk and let me see you."

"All of your work..."

He cut me off. "Shhhh... its paper. It will dry."

I turned to face him and pushed back a little, forcing myself up onto the desk.

His strong hands moved over my breasts before he pushed at me to lay down. Giving into him was far too easy, and I should have put up more of a fight, but I wanted what he offered; no, not just wanted, I needed it.

"So incredibly hot." He slid his hands up my skirt, forcing it to go with him until it was bunched up around my waist. "No panties?"

"You asked me not to wear them." I glanced down at him and smiled as his expression seared me.

"I
told
you not too. I like how you keep changing commandments to suggestions." He smiled and took hold of my ankles, forcing my feet onto the desk, knees bent.

He turned and pulled his large leather chair toward me before sitting in it and brushing a soft kiss across my wetness.

"I'm defiant. Ask and you shall receive... Demand and you can fuck off." I let out a soft moan as his tongue brushed across me and his fingertips played at the edge of my opening.

"No need to change that. I like a challenge." He rolled his fingers around, rimming me before he pressed them in farther.

I arched my back and took more of him into me as his tongue flicked over my clit again and again. "God, that feels so good."

"Yeah, pretty girl. You should taste it. Incredible."

His words left me relaxed and wanting to open myself up to anything he wanted for the chance at having more of him. The warmth of his mouth spread over my sex as he kissed, licked and sucked my flesh into his mouth rhythmically.

"I'm not going to..." I lifted my hands and grabbed the edge of the desk above my head as fire ignited in the center of my stomach.

"Yeah... you are, baby." He chuckled deep in his chest and worked his thick fingers in and out of me faster and faster until my body exploded and pleasure consumed me.

"Good girl, Lila." He licked at me and continued to fuck me with his fingers, but slower. "I want a turn inside of you, but it will have to be quick. Yeah?"

I nodded and tried to blink past the stars forming in my vision. "Please?"

He opened a drawer beside him and pulled out a condom, ripped it open, and worked to get his slacks open and down a little.

I bent toward my right to watch him, wanting to see his cock before he used it to make me dizzy again. "God, you're so damn hot."

He glanced up, his shirt in his teeth as he rolled the condom onto his thick shaft. He dropped the shirt and stood up, reaching for me and tugging me down toward him as my ass hung a little off of the desk.

"Glad you think so. Never thought you'd get fucked properly in some office, did ya?" He turned his attention back to my lower half. "Your pussy is so wet, Lila. It's beautiful. I love how you keep it smooth."

He ran his fingers over me and I groaned and arched into his touch. The experience was almost too much for me, as was he. I looked around the room and back to him, wanting to memorize every small detail for later in life when he was gone. It was more than most women would be willing to do, but for me, it was a once in a lifetime experience, a deep, dark fantasy come to life.

And the man making it happen... I groaned as he pressed himself into me with a strong thrust.

"You would think after the deep fucking I gave you the other night your body wouldn't fight so hard against me." He pulled out and slammed into me again.

"Force it, Asher," I murmured and lifted my feet, pressing my heels against his chest as he leaned over me a little.

"It's almost there, baby." He held on tightly to my hips, picking up his pace as I trembled beneath him. "I have to go fast, so this one's for me. Take what you can, but I'm not waiting for you."

"Don't," I mumbled and slid my hands over his, wanting to feel the strength in them as he held on tightly to me.

He turned his wrists and took my hands, gripping them hard as he used the tension between our locked arms to fuck me fast and hard. The smell of sex mixed with the sounds of our body's slapping together left me lost to the building pressure of another orgasm.

"Shit yeah," he mumbled and rammed into me again, his balls slapping my ass lightly as he took complete control of our pleasure. "Come with me, Lila. Wet my slacks, girl."

"Oh fuck," I cried out and pressed my heels farther into his chest, not caring if he was hurt by it or left scarred for life. I needed traction to work his cock against the inferno inside of me. A silent scream ripped from me and I hit my head on the desk behind me as I jerked my hips up and down.

He groaned low and long as his thrusts became unstable. "That was so fucking good. Where have you been all my life, baby?"

He finished and pulled out before offering me a hand. I swatted it away and turned on my side, pulling my knees up and panting softly. Pleasure rolled through my stomach and down my legs, over my chest and down my arms in slow pulsing waves.

His fingers caressed my thigh and I forced my eyes open.

"Damn... woman. I might not survive you."

"No, I don't think you will." I smiled and closed my eyes for a minute more. I'd had enough of him for one day, but it was still early. I'd have to spend the evening convincing myself that he wasn't everything I'd ever wanted in a man.