Insatiable

Copyright © 2011 by
Mirrah

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Warning: This e-book contains sexually explicit content which is not suitable for mature readers.

Insatiable, Erotica Tales

Chapter One

January 14, 2011, Charlotte, North Carolina

“Ms. Ruiz, this is unacceptable! These numbers are erroneous! I want a new spreadsheet on my desk first thing Tuesday morning,” Mr. Hart bellowed and met my stare head on.

I was thunderstruck. His custom made suit fit his six-foot-two frame to perfection. He had the most sinful, ocean blue eyes that seemed to undress me every time he looked my way. The rich timbre of his voice was sexy as well as distracting. All I thought about was being alone in the bedroom with him, which made concentrating on business nearly impossible. My mind and body was mush whenever I was around him, and my treasure chest would throb and drip—instinctively soaking right through to the crotch of my panties. It had been awhile since I had some. Work became my lover as of late.

All eyes were on me.

Elaina gave me a sympathetic look; and my supervisor, Ms. Phillips, gave me the evil eyes. I knew I’d get a talking down for my actions later.

“Meeting adjourned!” Mr. Hart left the conference room, followed by his minions, Robert and John.

Everyone ran out of the conference room to the safety of their desks. Stunned, I sat at the table, took a deep breath, and counted to ten—embarrassed by today’s meeting.

Drake Steven Hart, Chief Executive Officer of Hart Enterprises, was audacious, dogmatic, and haughty. I’d made a simple mistake, and he nearly ripped my head off, in front of everyone. I was mortified and wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

Besides, all of the things that drove me crazy about Mr. Hart, I couldn’t deny the man was eye candy to look at. His body was as impressive as his face. He had cool eyes that pulled you right in like a vacuum cleaner, with thick long eyelashes, a proud nose, and high cheekbones. His sinfully sexy lips displayed the most dazzling smile for a white man. He wore his dark hair longer than most executives, pulled back into a ponytail. The diamond stud in his left ear was surprising. Yes, he wasn’t like most CEOs of a company.

“
Yo
n
o
puedo
más
—
I
can't take any more,” I said in my native tongue.

He was forbidden territory. I couldn’t explore that avenue with my boss. It was time to polish up my resume, and scratch him off to the untouchable list.
I can’t work for a man I secretly desire in my bed
.

§

“Bella, are you all right?” Elaina asked, after quietly walking into my office.

My friends called me Bella, short for Isabella.

“The boss really gave you a dressing down.”

I stared out of my office window and contemplated my next move.

“Let’s get some
arroz
con
pollo
and
pasteles
. Spanish food will make you feel better.”

I smiled over at Elaina. I’d met her over two years ago and bonded quickly after my move from New York City to Charlotte, North Carolina. We each shared a Latino heritage. She was full blood, where as I was mixed. My mother was African-American, and my father was Latino.

“Not today, Elaina. I planned to eat at my desk. Besides, I have to revise a spreadsheet, something I worked on most of last night.”

“Doctor’s orders.
You need to get out of this place. I promise, you’ll be more productive after lunch,” she added.

I stared into her fiery golden-brown eyes and agreed. I needed a break.

“You’re right, Elaina. Let’s get out of here.”

I grabbed my purse and followed her out of the office.

§

Later, I regretted taking that lunch break with Elaina. I ate too much and returned to the office feeling lethargic. Needless to say I wasted the afternoon. It wasn’t until four o’clock, an hour before quitting time, when I felt productive again. My coworkers left to begin their weekend. Monday was Martin Luther King Day, which made it a three-day weekend for us. I refused to take work home that weekend, so I stayed inputting numbers on a spreadsheet.

It was eight o’clock when I saved my final draft and printed two copies. I tucked one in my desk, and the other into a folder to place in Mr. Hart’s inbox. First thing Tuesday morning, I wanted it on his desk for review. I grabbed my coat and purse and closed my office door.

“Hello, Helena,” I greeted the company’s cleaning lady on my way to Mr. Hart’s office.

“What are you still doing here, Bella?” She chastised me, “It is a three-day weekend, and everyone has long gone home.”

“I had to finish up a report for my boss, Helena.”

“A woman as beautiful as
yourself
should be out to dinner getting wined and dined.”

“I’m leaving. A bath and glass of wine have my name on it,” I replied.

“Bella, a hot bath and wine are fine, but what you need is a man with a big cock to remind you that you’re a woman!”

I chuckled. Helena always said the same old thing.

“I’ll work on that.”

“You give too much of yourself to this job! You must make a life outside of this place.”

I looked down into her tired grey eyes and saw bags under them. Helena was a mother of three young kids. Her husband walked out on them over a year ago. She worked hard to provide for her family. I pulled out a fifty dollar bill and slipped it into her pocket.

“Bella, you don’t have to do that.”

“This is my treat. Buy your kids a hearty dinner tonight.

“Thank you. God will bless you.”

“He
has
blessed me, so I’d like to bless you.”

Helena’s smile softened her face. Her eyes sparkled when she pulled out the bill from her sweater pocket.

“This is too much,” she said as she tried to give me back the money.

“My treat; and no, I won’t take it back.”

“You have a good weekend. Don’t forget to get laid.” Those were her parting words when she rolled the cleaning cart to the other side of the building to finish up the floor.

I shook my head. I needed to get laid, all right; but I wasn’t the type of girl who indulged in one-night stands.

Chapter Two

I was surprised to see Mr. Hart’s light on, but I was sure he had left for the weekend. Closing the door, I walked deeper into his domain. I immediately inhaled the intoxicating scent of his sandalwood cologne as I took everything in. Rich, expensive, light blue Berber carpet on the floor silenced my steps. His office was spacious with an ebony desk, a wall unit loaded with books, a large leather sofa, and three wingback chairs placed in front of his desk. On the walls were canvas abstract pieces of art to complement the décor.

This is Drake’s space. I call him by his first name when I am alone.

Walking around the desk, I slid my index finger across the edge of his magnificent desk, checking for dust.

Clean as a whistle.

I dropped the file in his inbox and sat down. Immediately, Drake’s chair molded to my body, especially my back. After sitting in my chair for hours, I had to place a small pillow to cushion my lower back. His chair didn’t need a cushion. It was a perfect fit.

Adrenaline rushed from my body. I leaned back and closed my eyes. Soon, my body was weightless. Being surrounded by his personal things brought me closer to him. Images of Drake and me flashed before my eyes. With one hand, Drake swiped the desk clear pinning me to it with gentle finesse. His hypnotizing eyes locked me in place. My skin sizzled everywhere Drake pressed his tongue. He licked at my pulse point on my neck. My head tipped back as he nibbled his way down, until our lips met. His slow, drugging kisses sang through my veins, as he took my mouth with a savage intensity. I opened my legs to invite him to move lower to that place that hadn’t felt a man’s touch in months. My senses reeled as if short-circuited. My toes curled, and I wanted him deep inside of me.

I let out a frustrated sigh.

“Ms. Ruiz?”

Startled, my eyes fluttered opened. Drake stood before me. The first three buttons on his shirt were open, revealing his hairy chest. Still caught up in my dream, I reached out my right hand to him and caressed his strong chin. I missed being kissed and held in his strong arms.

“Ms. Ruiz, what are you doing here?”

The darkened intensity of Drake’s eyes, the flare of his nostrils caused me to shake myself awake. Naked desire warmed the dazed expression in my eyes.

“Sir, I must have fallen asleep.”

I fumbled, knocked his chair to the floor, and stood quickly. After setting the chair back in place, I walked around his desk. But Drake blocked my escape.

“Why are you here, in
my
office?” His voice was unbearably sexy.

“I-I completed the spreadsheet, so I thought I’d leave it on your desk.”

“And?”
His 100-watt smile made me tingle all over.

“I-I sat down.” I laughed when I was nervous. “Your chair is comfortable, sir. I apologize for invading your office.”

He continued to smile down at me.