Whatever He Asks (Writer for the Billionaire #1)(5)
Author: Thalia Frost

“Linda.”

I moaned into his mouth, responding to the name on his lips. The man could kiss, and his body pressed against mine told of his need. An answering wetness between my legs made me lightheaded. All sanity had flown out the window as soon as he’d taken me into his arms—maybe even from the moment I’d seen him in the bar.

His hand ran down the nape of my neck and inside my shirt as I shivered in his arms. Our tongues danced, questing in rhythm. I inhaled his scent—clean earth and honey—an arousing combination. He was inches from touching my bra when he jerked away.

“I’m sorry. This is wrong.” Magnus ran a hand through his mussed blond hair, not looking at me now. He’d put a few feet between us just like that.

I said nothing. What was there to say? What could be wrong about a god-man like him who couldn’t have been a day over thirty seducing me in the hallway outside of his business suite—other than everything in the eyes of anything moral and ethical? And me an intern just a few hours ago, to boot.

I found my voice after a few more shallow breaths. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

All I wanted was to feel his hands on me again, his mouth on mine. Had I ever experienced such desperate need from a man?

Like I’m the only thing keeping him grounded.

I shook my head at the inane thought. A man like Magnus Gray definitely didn’t need a virtual nobody like me, and we’d only just met. He must have a different woman in his bed every night, or he could have if he wanted one.

“There is, but I knew it would be difficult not to touch you as soon as I laid eyes on you—the woman who writes so convincingly and who makes even me believe in Gray Enterprises.” His gaze locked onto mine, and I saw the sadness and hunger there.

What demons are eating him up?

The question came to mind swiftly. I was certain I was reading some deep darkness within him. His body had communicated the same to me.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“There’s nothing to say. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Ms. Louis.” He dropped his head, and I drank in his rumpled white business shirt and tie made askew from our heated moment of passion.

His usage of my last name pained me. Would I not be Linda to him anymore?

“Yes, thank you.” I pivoted abruptly, unable to look into those cold blue eyes for another moment.

* * * *

That night at home I couldn’t get him out of my head. I was thankful I hadn’t had class tonight because my mind was stuck on one topic—Magnus Gray.

“And his hands, his mouth.” I shuddered as I climbed into bed naked, finding myself wet again for the tenth time since I’d gotten home. The throbbing between my legs begged for my attention.

I thought I might die if he didn’t touch me again, and my imagination had been in overdrive all evening with the ways he could do it.

Yeah, right. It was a momentary lapse of judgment on his part. Probably one of many.

Surrendering to my fantasies, I closed my eyes, picturing my sexy boss’s face and how he had looked at me before he’d kissed me—those blue eyes narrowing with lust. The little pink toy I hadn’t used in ages came in handy. The remembered feel of his lips pressed against mine and his hands on my skin so near my breast made me moan. My pu**y clenched, and I groaned in frustration at being in bed alone and at thinking I had a chance with Magnus Gray.

My body didn’t care whether I had a chance or not. Reliving the feel of his hard c**k against my stomach when he kissed me, I exploded into a thousand pieces, crying out into the darkness of my bedroom.

“Magnus,” I whispered.

My panting didn’t stop for some time as my pu**y clenched over and over. I hadn’t come so hard in years.

I rolled over after a while, hoping to sleep as tears spilled onto my pillow. Magnus Gray had reduced me to a lovesick fifteen-year-old in a day.

* * * *

“Ms. Louis, I’d like to see you in my office.” Magnus Gray peeked into my office without knocking. His brow was furrowed.

“Now?” I dropped the pad of paper I was scrawling notes on.

“Right now.”

My heart thundered as he closed the door behind him.

He’s going to fire me.

Dread ran through me.

What a fool I am.

I took my time and brushed my hair and reapplied lip gloss. If I was going down, I was going to look good. And I had dressed for the occasion of seducing the boss. I wore a slightly low–cut, purple V-necked silk blouse and matching black skirt. A lacy lavender bra and panties set completed the outfit, along with garters and nude hose.

Squaring my shoulders, I made what seemed like a mile long walk to Mr. Gray’s office. I knocked, half hoping he wouldn’t let me in.

“Come in.”

I entered, standing just inside the door.

“Lock it.”

My heart leapt in anxiety.

This is going to be bad. I’ll set a record for losing a job in one day.

I locked the door and slowly turned to Magnus. He’d covered the space between us, and he stood just inches from me, leaning against the doorjamb and hovering over me, leaning in to my personal space.

I couldn’t breathe.

“I take back what I said last night. I don’t apologize for what happened.”

“Oh.” My ni**les hardened under his gaze.

“When I hired you, I knew I wanted you right beside me where you would only be mine. Your writing is only one reason why I paid you so much. The other was to ensure that you would be here by me.”

The possessiveness in his words made me shiver. “I see.”

I felt like an idiot, but what did a woman say to something like that?

“But it isn’t just about the sex or how attractive you are to me. I’m used to getting what I want.” Magnus traced my jawline with a warm finger.

I closed my eyes, the room spinning slightly as I thought about sex with Magnus Gray.

“What if I don’t want to go along?”

“Oh, I think you do.” He let his hand lay against my neck and then trailed it inside my shirt.

I was panting now, the space between my legs wet. I wanted to squirm against his hand, to demand more.

He found my breast, slipping his hand inside my bra. Magnus teased my nipple, tweaking it and caressing it in turns as my breath came in harsh gasps.

What the hell am I doing?

I wanted to pull away, to act modest or like this isn’t something I’d normally do. And it wasn’t, but something about Magnus Gray held me, compelled me to let him touch me. I needed him never to stop.

“But there’s one thing, Linda.”

I gasped as he used the pet name again and stroked more insistently against my nipple. My cl*t tingled, and I knew I was going to come right then and there with only his hand on my breast.