Taurus (The Erotic Zodiac Book 5)

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Livia Lang

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental. Please respect the author’s work and do not make any unauthorized copies or distributions. 

T
aurus (April 20th
-May 20th)

This sign is ruled by Venus, making you value the sensual side of life. When you feel the pull of attraction you can’t help but give in. Just be sure that your conquest is worthy of your passionate, possessive love.

R
yder Blake paced
his top floor office like a caged lion. CEO of the world's largest athletic fashion company, FITnFAB, he had a lot on his plate. Tens of thousands of employees, fourteen factories, stores in eighty countries, and a board of directors that wouldn't get off his back - he had to juggle it all. Normally he managed the workload with a single-minded determination that was legendary amongst his competitors.

And yet at the moment he wasn't thinking at all about his empire. Not a single second of his morning had been spent on profits, sales, or expense reports. The only thing he could focus on was sweet Ivy White – his curvy, serious assistant.

He ran his hands over his face and sighed deeply. "I was a goner the moment she walked into this office. I should never have hired her."

She was right outside his door at that moment, tempting him to do unspeakable things even while out of sight. Like a bloodhound driven mad by the hunt, just the scent of her perfume was enough to make him rock hard. He could almost imagine her cleavage as she leaned over her desk, making calls on his behalf. What had he been thinking, hiring that gorgeous creature to be his assistant?

"Fuck, I need to see her." He looked at the buzzer on his desk, but held himself back from hitting it.

It had been like that every day for weeks. He'd try to work, get distracted by thoughts of her, then make up a bullshit reason to call her into his office. It was clockwork - he could tell the time just by the way his dick ached after a few hours without her.

He just didn't know how long he could keep it up before she got suspicious. How many times could he call her in, saying his printer had mysteriously stopped working, before she caught on? How long could his company continue to function with him being distracted all the time? He knew he was treading a precarious line, but in all honesty he didn't care. Part of him wanted her to realize he was lusting after her.

"Oh, fuck it. I'm a lost cause. Might as well call her in."

He checked his reflection in the window quickly. His short brown hair was perfectly in place, and his Armani suit clung to his muscled body. Straightening his tie, he nodded once. He knew he was a good-looking guy, and he certainly had the money to buy the best stylists in the city. Too bad Ivy never seemed to notice things like that.

Slapping the buzzer on his desk, he held his breath. He never had to wait long - Ivy was punctual to a fault.

"Yes, sir?" came her voice, coming through the speaker like a cool breeze.

"Ivy, what are you working on?"

"Oh, I am just helping Steve from accounting. He needs to see some personnel files for tax season."

Ryder grumbled darkly. Steve was a known playboy and philandering asshole. The sleazy accountant was probably pressing as close to Ivy as possible right at that moment, drinking in her curves. No doubt the guy had gross plans to hump and dump sweet Ivy, breaking her heart. The thought made Ryder's head pound.

"Well, I need you in here. Now." His words came out as a bark, and he shut off the intercom with a slam of his fist.

Shortly, the door to his office opened and Ivy slunk in. "What did you need me for, sir?" she said softly, her hands folded in front of her.

He took in the sight of her, trying not to pant. She was wearing a black dress that fit her voluptuous body like a glove. From her thick thighs to her plump cleavage, she was all woman. Even her blonde curls, which were currently pulled back in a messy bun, were soft and round.

"Sir?" she pressed, shifting her weight.

"Oh, yes. I need your help with something."

He racked his brain, trying to think of something he actually needed her help with. He’d only called her in to get her away from Steve, and had neglected to plan past that point. It was showing, based on the way she was looking at him in confusion. Glancing quickly around the room, he said the first thing that came to mind.

"I need your help organizing my books."

"Sir?" She looked at the large bookshelves that lined his office. "They look perfectly organized to me."

"Well, I can't find anything for my research. I want us at the cutting edge for hiking boots. So, I need to know what trails are popular right now, the average weather people will experience during their hikes, and stuff like that. Currently everything is all spread out, and I can't find what I need quickly."

She exhaled slowly, stepping closer to the books. "Okay, well, I can maybe devote a whole shelf to your current project. I'll pick out the books that you'll probably need, then line them up by author?"

He smiled at her. God, she was so fucking smart. In all honesty, he should have just assigned her to do the research and let her figure out some new feature that would revolutionize the industry. And perhaps in the future he would do that. But for now, he wanted to watch her bend over in front of him as she looked for books.

"Your plan is exactly what I need." He wanted to add 'and your pussy is exactly what my dick needs', but he held back his inner caveman. Barely. "Why don't you get started while I do some work on the computer?"

The next hour was pure heaven for Ryder. Ivy rummaged around the bookshelves, searching for relevant titles. She'd bend down, giving him a great view of her plump, round ass. Then she get on her tip toes, flexing her cute little calves. He got absolutely nothing done, because he was mesmerized by watching her sultry body move around the room. Fully clothed and holding books, she somehow turned him on more than anyone he’d ever met. He was going mad, that he was certain of. And it was all because of her.

To try and hide his leering, he made small talk with the pretty assistant. "So, Ivy, are you big into hiking? Will you be using these new boots when they come out?"

She laughed softly and shook her head. "I'm not exactly an outside sort of girl. I'd much rather stay indoors and bake on the weekends. If I get really crazy, sometimes I quilt or do other crafts."

"Quilting? I didn't know anyone still did that. Are you a pioneer reenactor or something?"

"No! Lots of people are still interested in the art form. Just because the supermodels you date couldn't tell crochet from cross stitch doesn't mean the rest of us are like that."

It was the first time he had ever seen Ivy feisty and indignant. She was normally so meek he had to beg her to speak up. But apparently he had crossed an invisible line with his teasing. The flash of passion in her eyes made him only fall harder for her.

He put his hands up in surrender. "I promise I will never speak ill of the fabric arts again."

She blushed and turned back to the bookcase. "I'm sorry, sir. That was out of line. I shouldn't speak to you like that. Sometimes I forget we aren’t just friends chatting together, which is unacceptable."

“Don't worry about it. I rather like that you are a firecracker," he quipped. He also liked the fact she thought of him as a friend, but he didn’t want to push that point just yet.

Even her ears were now turning red, and she kept her back to him as she quickly sped up her shelving. Which was just as well, because seeing her mouth off at him had made his dick stand at attention. All he could imagine was her stretched out before him, being punished for the unexpected temper.

"You know, you were wrong about one thing," he said at last, breaking their tense silence.

"What?"

"I'm not dating any supermodels." He wanted her to have no illusions about what type of man he was. He wasn't jumping into any stuck up socialite's bed, especially now that he had Ivy in the office distracting him every hour of the day. "In fact, I'm happily single. Most of my weekends are spent hanging out with my dog, not doing much."

She shot him a look over her shoulder. "Sounds like my life." She then turned her attention back to the shelf, giving it a critical nod. "Alright, I think I'm finished here. Unless you need me for anything else, I'll head back to my desk and finish up those emails for you."

Ryder definitely needed something more from her. He needed her hot mouth wrapped around his dick and her nose pressed against his pelvis. He needed her to sit on his face until he couldn't breath. Yeah, he needed a lot of things from her.

However, the rational part of his brain knew that he didn't have any reason to keep preventing her from doing her real job. The rational part of his brain knew that his obsession was getting out of hand.

"You're free to go. Thanks so much for your help. I'm sure it'll help me a lot."

"Anytime, sir." She smiled and walked toward the door, her wide hips rolling seductively as she left.

As soon as the door closed, he ran his hand over his chin. Things couldn’t continue like this, he knew that. His infatuation was growing every time he learned something more about her. And now that he knew she was single, the drive to claim her was stronger than ever.

There was only one thing left to do. He had to get shy Ivy White into his bed – for the sake of his sanity and the company’s future.