The Greek Tycoon's Lover (15 page)

Helen inhaled sharply. “I thought men couldn’t do it again so quickly.” She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as the feelings increased in intensity.

Dimitri laughed and pulled her against him, higher so he could reach her mouth. “I don’t know about other men, but personally, I’ve been waiting for you for so long, I can’t imagine a time when I didn’t want to be inside you, stroking your beautiful skin and experiencing that kind of release.”

Helen’s eyes opened and she looked down at him warily. “It was okay then?” she asked.

He pulled her legs down so that she was straddling him. “It was more than okay, Helen. It was incredible,” he explained. “And that was just a first shot. We’ll get even better the more we practice.”

Helen put her hands on his chest and looked down at him. “Practice?” she asked happily. “As in immediately?”

“As in, you’re lovely skin is tempting me beyond my capacity to resist.” His hands moved from her legs up her rib cage and covered her breasts. Helen’s head fell backwards and her breathing increased. From that moment on, no other thoughts were necessary. Feelings counted, satisfaction was demanding and release was emphatic.

Chapter 8

Helen pulled up to her desk, eager to get to work. As her computer started up, she reflected about the past two months. Nothing could be more magical than the time she’d spent with Dimitri. She should probably think about getting an apartment but there was no reason. Dimitri had her firmly ensconced in his penthouse in Athens. No longer was she living out of the corporate apartment. In fact, she’d gone from the yacht to his apartment with no gap in between. They had been living together since they’d arrived in Athens and Helen couldn’t think of anything she’d like better than to wake up every morning in that man’s arms.

She loved just about everything about him, including the groggy way he woke up each morning with his arms around her, to the smile that immediately formed on his face when he realized that she was curled up next to him and the realization that they’d be spending the coming night exactly as they had the previous one. From the moment they woke up each morning, until they fell asleep, exhausted in each other’s arms after the most incredible sex possible, she felt loved and cherished by Dimitri and everything he did to show her how much he cared about her.

After that first morning, she’d find small gifts in various places. That morning, she’d woken to find diamond earrings on the pillow next to her with a note saying that he wanted her to be wearing them and nothing else. She’d immediately put them on, then walked into the bathroom where he was showering. He’d been hesitant to take her into his arms, telling her that she was probably too tender after the many times he’d taken her the previous night. But the desire evident in his body had incited more lust than she could handle and she’d smiled shyly as she stepped into the shower and into his arms.

There was more than just jewelry though. One day, she’d arrived at her office to find a beautiful silk scarf on her desk, amazed to realize that it matched her outfit perfectly. Another day, she’d found a Rolex watch in her purse. There were chocolates in her nightgown, roses delivered to her desk, along with a matching diamond necklace, bracelet, gold chains and various other small pieces that magically appeared in her jewelry box on odd days.

One time she’d stuck a box in his briefcase and he’d stormed into her office with the package in his hands unopened. “Helen, you can’t buy me presents,” he ordered her.

She blinked at his serious interruption. “Why not?” she asked, sitting back in her seat. She was amazed at how unafraid of his scowl she was. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

“Because you can’t.”

Helen laughed. “That’s not a very good argument, even you have to admit that.”

He leaned down, his hands on her desk, the present beside his hand. “Because I can afford to give you gifts. You don’t make as much money as I do.”

She couldn’t quite maintain the cool, composed look she’d hoped to pass off. She could feel her face turn red. “I can’t afford the diamonds, but I can guarantee this won’t break me. Perhaps you should open it before you tell me not to buy things like that for you.”

Dimitri watched her beautiful features flush with color and was intrigued. He continued to watch her as he stood up, grabbed the package, tearing the paper away. When he had the box open, he looked down. When he looked back up, he was smiling again. “Okay, you win.” On his fingers dangled two small pieces of lace. With a husky laugh, he said, “You can buy me these all you’d like. When do I get to see you in this?” he asked, walking around the desk and pulling her up and into his arms.

“How about tonight?” she suggested.

“What are you doing for lunch?” he countered.

Pulling back, she laughed into his face. “You can’t for lunch. You have the Japanese contingent coming to discuss business with you.”

“Cancel it.”

“You can’t,’ she laughed. “And they’re coming over to your house for dinner.”

Dimitri threw back his head and groaned. “Not fair, Helen.” He dropped his arms and took a step back. “Fine, but the moment the door closes on everyone, you’re in trouble!”

He started to leave her office and she was horrified to see that the lace was still dangling from his hands. “Dimitri!” she called out to him. He stuffed it into his coat pocket without looking back.

Several days after, she was called into his office for an immediate meeting. Scrambling to pull together the notes she’d been compiling for a charity dinner he’d asked her to organize, Helen was taken aback when she walked in at the appointed time, spinning around when the door was slammed shut behind her.

“Payback time, Helen,” he said and locked the door.

Helen almost dropped her papers but she caught them against her chest. “Payback for what?” she asked, taking several steps backwards.

“For your gift, of course,” he replied evenly, moving forward and trapping her against his desk.

“I thought you liked it.”

“I did,” he replied, his hand sliding under her skirt as he lifted her up onto his desk. Her small yelp of surprise didn’t even give him pause.

“Then why would there be payback?” she asked, already gasping for breath as his hands pulled her underwear down, the fingers of one hand sliding into her soft folds while the other hand worked the buttons on her silk blouse. “What are you doing?” she demanded but couldn’t stop his hands. All she could do was lean back on his desk and let him have his way with her.

“You made me wait earlier in the week.”

“And?” she gasped, already writhing on his desk, her body desperate for release.

“And today, I have no meetings, no lunches, nothing that would keep me from finding satisfaction with your delectable body,” he explained, his mouth moving the lace of her bra so his mouth could capture her nipple.

“You’re insane!” she groaned, unaware that one of her shoes had fallen off.

“For you, yes,” he growled. Dimitri was caught in his own trap. He’d meant to just tease her as she’d done to him earlier in the week. All that day he’d spent most of the time imagining her in the lace he’d had in his pocket. Today, he’d decided that he would tease her to the point he’d been in earlier. But now, seeing her wet, hot and ready for him, begging him, he could no longer hold back. Unzipping his pants, he pulled her closer and eased into her, groaning as her heat welcomed him.

When they were both satisfied, Dimitri looked up. The sun was shining through the windows, the door was still closed but he was shocked to realize that he’d made love to Helen on his desk! “Good grief,” he said and quickly stood up, helping her sit up and straighten her clothes. “I’m sorry Helen. I hadn’t planned on doing that.”

Helen laughed. “Please don’t apologize on my account,” she said. “I rather enjoyed it.”

Dimitri stared at her in surprise. When she stood up, he grabbed her before she fell to the floor, waiting while she regained her balance. When she smiled up into his shocked expression, he threw back his head and laughed.

Helen grimaced. “What’s so funny?” she demanded.

He bent down and gave her a firm kiss on the mouth before explaining, “My prim little Helen just had crazy sex on my desk. And liked it,” he said, laughing harder when she frowned up at him.

“It was satisfying,” she said, all her primness coming back to stiffen her shoulders.

That only made him laugh louder. “Satisfying? And if I pulled you back into my arms, you would object, wouldn’t you?”

“Certainly,” she said but he shook his head when he saw the truth in her eyes. “Oh, go to a meeting or something,” she said testily and tucked her shirt into her skirt. She stomped out of his office, his laughter echoing in her ears.

Dimitri watched with growing amazement as she angrily stormed out but he was unable to gain control of his laughter. He was even more amused when he sat down and something soft and pink on the floor caught his eye. Reaching down, he realized that Helen had forgotten her underwear! Picking up his phone, he dialed her extension. “Forget something?” he asked huskily when she answered the phone.

“Hmm…did I forget to tell you that you’re a beast?” she snipped.

“No, but I’m sure you’ll get around to that this evening when we’re alone.”

“Then what’s the call about?” she asked, sighing as if she couldn’t maintain her anger in the face of his humor.

“Think about it. You’re not wearing everything you were about thirty minutes ago.” He left that comment hanging in the air and counted. He’d only reached three before he heard her sharp intake of breath. “Oh no! Bring them to me,” she said.

“Not going to happen, Helen. I’m going to think of you for the rest of the afternoon without them on. And be prepared when we walk through the door tonight. Because I’m already aching for you again.” With that, he hung up the phone.

Yes, the romance combined with the heated passion was a powerful force in her life right now. Things had definitely changed over the past eight weeks.

The gray cloud that continued to hover over her happiness covered a small bit of the sunshine as she thought about the one reason why this bliss could not continue forever. But she pushed it aside, thinking instead about the series of parties she had already well under way. There were simple dinner parties Dimitri had requested, even giving her the names of the attendees. All she had to do was coordinate the place and the menu, ensuring that each person had a good time. Dimitri brought her to other social events and Helen felt as if she were on top of the world when she was on his arm at these functions. Dimitri was more than attentive, whispering in her ear either naughty things he wanted to do to her when they left, or ridiculous, funny things the guests might have done or said in the past, instantly putting Helen at ease. The funny stories made these people who were glamour personified into human beings, people she could relate to.

Sighing happily, she typed up the list she was compiling for the biggest function which would be held in another month. Helen was creating a lovely dinner party to benefit an orphanage on the outskirts of the village his house was located in. She’d already met the children and they were wonderful, well-adjusted children who only needed a shot in the arm to make their orphanage a prime piece of property. The theme would be butterflies, new beginnings in the hopes that the guests would donate money to help finance college for the orphans who were dependent on the state for all their welfare. The state would provide them a college education, but Helen wanted them to have more choices.

When she’d first mentioned it to Dimitri, his idea was to simply donate the money from his personal bank account. The fact that he was willing to donate that large amount of money without a blink of the eye made her more cognizant of his enormous wealth. At the time, she’d turned down his offer, wanting the children to know that they were important to more than just Dimitri and his family. She wanted the children to know that the whole community considered them worthwhile.

Helen considered all angles, knowing that the children were developing a wonderful play about butterflies, all of them diving into the project with zeal, all coming up with their own costumes. She had hired a company to build larger than life butterflies that would hang from the ceiling of the ballroom Helen had reserved for the event. They would sparkle and dance, glow as if they were somehow real, as the rest of the attendees danced below. Helen had many other surprises in store, all of which centered around the butterfly scene.

Helen flipped through the pages of her notes, trying to come up with other ideas that would entrance the audience and encourage them to donate both their time and energy to the cause.

Dimitri came out of the meeting he’d had early this morning, leaving their bed before Helen had even woken. He was walking purposefully down the hallway, winking in her direction as he passed her office which was one down from his own. Helen blushed and looked quickly down at her computer screen, laughing herself when she heard his chuckle as he continued on down the hallway.

Fifteen minutes later, her telephone buzzed. “Excuse me, Helen, but Mr. Theopolis has requested a meeting with you,” Alessandra said over the intercom.

“Thank you, Alessandra,” Helen said, flipping the switch that would turn off the intercom. Standing up, she automatically smoothed her periwinkle suit down over her hips and pushed her hair off her shoulders. She no longer wore her hair up in a tight bun, knowing that Dimitri preferred it down around her shoulders. He did so much to please her, she was more than willing to let him see her hair down which actually made her feel pretty and desirable each time he saw her. It was also a considerable weight that was taken off her head. She had no idea how heavy her hair was until she’d left it down, relaxing her neck muscles during the day.