Page 82 of Bossy Wicked Prince
In a smooth movement, he gets to his feet and yanks me over his shoulder. I yelp as my center of gravity spirals.
“Hey! I can walk, you know.”
“Not by the time I’m done with you,” he says darkly, carrying me toward his bedroom.
26
NATE
“Over the last quarter, demand for cybersecurity services has increased by fifty-five percent. The reason for that increase may seem obvious, but it’s not surprising. Survey respondents say they’re open to hiring…”
It takes me a few seconds to realize I’ve stopped paying attention to the man speaking. I signed myself up for the virtual presentation a month ago, back when I thought I would need more information about hotel layouts and security. With the CHG deal dead, it’s no longer relevant. Worse, they’re not saying anything I don’t already know.
Groaning, I lean back in my desk chair and sign out of the meeting. There’s no way I’m going to be able to focus on it, not with the gorgeous distraction sitting right outside my office door.
Last night with Cat was beyond any of my fantasies. Finally being able to worship her body for as long as I wanted, then burying myself in her hot, wet little cunt, was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
And it’s only the beginning.
Now that she’s agreed to play with me, I have so many plans for my kitten. I want to bring her on my private jet, and this time, I’ll bury my face between her thighs while we soar through the skies. I want to fuck her in front of a mirror, praising every part of her while she watches me touch her.
Then there’s the more mundane fantasy of sharing the bed in her cozy little apartment. I want to make love to Cat in the place that feels the most like her.
I don’t even have to wait. I could call her in here now and take her, right on my desk, while this useless presenter drones on.
Fuck.I drag my hands down my face. What is she doing to me? Every day, she consumes more and more of my thoughts. Soon, she’ll be the only person I ever think about.
I know I should probably fire her. My publicist would have a stroke if he knew I was fucking my assistant. It would seriously damage my reputation if it got out. The easiest solution would be to cut professional ties.
But Cat’s made it clear how much she wants to keep this job. I remember how her pride shone on her face when she told me how she surprised herself with just how good she was at this job she never imagined for herself. I can’t bear to take away that pride, especially knowing how hard she’s worked to prove herself. If I fired her, I know she’d resent me for it.
Besides, I like having her this close. I can see her whenever I want, pulling her into meetings or inviting her out to lunch. I don’t want to give that up.
I palm my cock through my trousers. Maybe if I indulge myself in my fantasies, I’ll be able to actually focus on my job.
Closing my eyes, I picture the way Cat looked this morning, already sitting at her desk when I arrived. She was wearing the same work dress she wore to our meeting in New York, the blue color setting off her honey-blonde hair. Her cheeks were rosyand she was smiling so wide, it made my heart actually skip a fucking beat.
I’m the one who made her that happy.
And I don’t plan on stopping.
I want her to keep smiling for me.
A sharp ringing interrupts my thoughts before I can go any further. I don’t recognize the number on my work phone, but the caller ID says Toronto Globe. Frowning, I pick it up.
“You’ve reached Nathaniel Walsh,” I say in greeting.
“Good morning, Mr. Walsh. I’m Peter Cutter, a reporter at the Globe. I’m calling for a comment on your acquisition of Edmonton Security.”
My brow furrows. We haven’t put out a press release about the acquisition yet. How would anyone know about it?
“I’m afraid I can’t discuss that,” I say coolly. “Direct all further inquiries through my council. Goodbye?—”
“Are you sure? Because I’m hearing that they’re reconsidering the deal after the rumors about your inappropriate relationship with your assistant. Care to clear anything up?”
Fuck.
I knew there was a possibility of the news getting out, but I never expected it to happen so quickly. Only a few people even know about us, and most of them I trust implicitly.
