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  When Eric walked in to the restaurant a young woman approached to seat him. The restaurant had tables all across the centre of the room, but along the walls were booth seats with drapes tied back. They were more intimate tables for those that wanted privacy with the option of using the curtains to close them off to the rest of the guests.

  Eric told the waitress that he wanted one of the booth seats. He figured that would give them some privacy in case Natasha was a bit shy about what he intended doing to her once she arrived but there would be the excitement of knowing they could be caught doing something others might consider inappropriate. He snorted to himself, might be considered inappropriate? Hell, it was going to be inappropriate behaviour if he got his way with her.

  The waitress took his order for a Scotch on ice and Eric settled into wait until Natasha was due to arrive. A glance at his phone told him it was almost 5.30pm so if she was on time, she should be walking into the restaurant at any moment. Chances were she was upstairs in their suite now, probably looking around. Maybe fulfilling his request before she came downstairs, but just the thought of knowing she was upstairs, knowing she’d be with him shortly was making him hard.

  He sipped on his Scotch, feeling the spirits sear his throat on the way down but he needed the burn of the alcohol to calm himself. Eric couldn’t believe how worked up he was getting over the thought of seeing his PA. He’d worked with her every damned day for fuck sakes. When had things changed from her being his employee to her being the woman he lusted over?

  He’d never got like this over a woman before and he wasn’t sure he liked it. He felt unsettled, restless, insecure and he wasn’t used to feeling like that. He was always in control, even during sex. Natasha had the ability to reduce him to a hormonal teenage boy, barely able to control his cock, struggling not to blow his load in his pants. She hadn’t even arrived yet and he was feeling out of control.

  Eric reached down, pressing his hand firmly over his rock hard cock and he crushed it hard, wincing with the pain, but desperately wanting to lose his erection before Natasha arrived. He started thinking about Vivian, the other women he’d had in his life and couldn’t help grinning to himself when he started to soften. Vivian would be thrilled to know she had the ability to make him lose his hard on rather than giving him one.

  Just at that moment he glanced up and there she was. Another waitress was bringing her towards his table and his eyes raked over. God she looked gorgeous. His cock took on a life of its own again and started to harden again and he cursed under his breath before standing, watching Natasha’s approach.

  As she got closer he could see the nervousness in her eyes and her cheeks coloured a little when her gaze met his.

  She was wearing a green dress that hugged her body to the waist and the neckline pushed her breasts up so she had enough cleavage showing that he just wanted to bury his face in it. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and back in a mass of curls. She wore make up but not too much and when she got close enough, her scent drifted towards him. God, she smelled amazing and his nostrils flared as he breathed her fragrance in.

  Eric watched Natasha watching him and he saw the attraction for him flash in her beautiful eyes. He could see her lips trembling slightly and heard the catch in her breathing. He felt a burst of male triumph when he saw her reaction, knowing that she was as attracted to him as he was to her.

  He reached out to touch her cheek and smiled at her. “Natasha you made it. You look stunning.” He bent down to drop a kiss at the corner of her mouth, controlling the urge to cover her lips with his and then throw her over the table, part those slim thighs of hers and drive himself deep into her warm body.

  Instead he indicated the booth seat. “Come Natasha.” Watching as she sat gracefully and slid along the seat to make room for him to sit down alongside of her.

  Natasha picked up the menu as if suddenly unsure what to do next and Eric could see it shaking slightly in her trembling hands. He watched as her tongue came out to sweep along her full bottom lip and he groaned silently. God, how was he going to rein in his desire for her until they got upstairs?

  Bending towards her he trailed his lips along her neck, feeling the quiver go through her body and listened to her breathing pick up. Finally he put his lips to her ear and whispered. “Do you have panties on?”

  He heard her sharply drawn breath and she swallowed before shaking her head at him. At that one small barely noticeable shake of her head Eric felt desire explode through his body and he ground his teeth together to get himself under control.

  With one hand that was shaking slightly he dropped it under the table and curled his fingers over the smooth skin just above her knee.

  He couldn’t believe it. Natasha was here, she had done as he asked and not worn panties and for this week at least, she was his.

  CHAPTER 2

  Eric reined in his excitement over finally having this gorgeous woman by his side, exactly where he wanted her and focused on his objective with her.

  He moved his hand up Natasha’s leg, slipping inwards as he neared the apex to her thighs. He had one goal, to reach her sex. His whole body was tingling, tensing, ready for when he finally reached his destination, to plunge his fingers deep into her pussy. He couldn’t wait until it was his cock plunging into her, but for now, he’d settle for sinking his fingers into her heat.

  Just before he reached his goal, Natasha sucked in a deep breath and suddenly clamped her legs together trapping his hand between her thighs, close enough to her pussy that he could feel her warm humid heat.

  Eric went to nudge her legs apart when a waitress approached their table to see if they were ready to order. He felt Natasha tense up and he turned to her, watching her blush and do everything she could to avoid the waitress’s eyes.

  “Are you happy to let me order for you sweetheart?” He asked her and she nodded, seemingly incapable of speech.

  He quickly gave their order to the waitress and once she walked away Eric turned his attention back to Natasha who he could see was trembling slightly. “Open your legs.” He told her quietly and he listened as she sucked in a shaky breath.

  “But.” Her voice was unsure and he could see the tension in her eyes when she turned to look at him.

  “Don’t worry no one can see what I’m doing.” Eric pressed his hand more forcefully between her legs and felt his excitement surge when she complied, slowly opening her legs to give him access.

  As his hand moved closer to her pussy, he watched as she picked up a glass of water and took a sip. He could see the tremor in her hand as she held the glass, trying desperately not to spill any. His fingers found a narrow strip of tight curls at the juncture to her thighs and he tugged on them lightly before slipping his fingers between the lips of her pussy, pressing a finger over that little nerve centre. At the touch of his fingers on her clit Natasha’s hand jerked, almost spilling some of the water from her glass.

  Eric could see she had a death grip on it and he wondered if the fine glass might snap in her hand if she didn’t ease her hold on it. When she placed the glass back on the table, obviously giving up on the pretence of drinking it, he smiled to himself.

  He moved his hand down until he found her opening and plunged two fingers into her. When he buried them deep feeling Natasha’s wet pussy closing around them, he thought he was going to come in his pants. Fuck but she was soaking wet and the feel of her warmth around his fingers was almost his undoing.

  Slowly he dragged them in and out of her dripping entrance, curling his fingers as he sought out her g-spot. Eric knew he’d found it when she gasped and her head fell back against the head rest of the booth seat.

  He started moving his fingers from inside her to her clit, circling it and coating it with her juices. He kept repeating the pattern, plunging into her and then rubbing her clit which was starting to swell under his touch. As he caressed Natasha, her le
gs opened wider to give him better access as he finger fucked her and she became wetter and wetter.

  “Eric.” She sounded strained and he silently groaned when his cock twitched at the needy desperate note in her voice.

  “It’s ok sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear. “God you’re so wet.”

  He kept working her over, from clit to pussy back and forth watching as Natasha gave up trying to hide her expression from the other guests in the restaurant. Her hips were starting to move restlessly and Eric moved faster on her listening to her breathing accelerate. He knew enough about giving a woman pleasure to know she was close to her orgasm but it was obvious too that she was fighting not to lose control, probably because they were in a public place.

  “Let yourself go baby, stop fighting it.” He urged her.

  Natasha was shaking violently and Eric plunged into her ready to make her come when he suddenly caught movement out of the corner of his eye and silently cursed when he saw their waitress walking towards them.

  His hand stilled to save Natasha any embarrassment, but he kept it pressed over her clit not wanting her to cool off at all. When she turned to him, confusion and passion in her eyes, he almost came undone despite the waitress’s interruption. God, how was he going to last until they got upstairs. He was so hard, his body ached and he could feel slight dampness in his pants as he couldn’t control the pre cum leaking from his cock.

  Eric waited while the waitress placed their oysters on the table and as she turned to leave he asked her to shut the drapes to their booth. She gave them a slight smile and he suspected she knew exactly what was going on, but of course with such an exclusive, expensive hotel, there was no way she’d ever say anything. When they often had celebrity guests, discretion was very important.

  When the drapes fell into place shutting them off from the rest of the guests he turned to Natasha. “Do you like oysters?”

  He watched her face, seeing the emotions flickering across her gorgeous features and she managed to say the word yes, her voice hoarse. Eric bent in towards her his intense gaze never leaving hers. “What do you want Natasha?” He asked, pressing his lips up against her ear, breathing in her subtle fragrance and she shivered.

  “Do you want this?” He trailed kisses across her cheek before taking her chin in his hand. “Or perhaps this.” He turned her face to him. “Or maybe you just need this.” And he touched his lips to hers feeling how soft they were before pulling back although it took every inch of will power he had to lift his mouth from hers.

  When he pulled back, Natasha’s breath was almost panting past her slightly parted lips. He kissed her again, running his tongue along her full bottom lip, once, twice more before leaning back to study her expression. The look in her eyes was filled with frustration and she surprised him when she reached out and with a small growl pulled his head down closing her lips over his.

  He couldn’t contain the groan that escaped him at the feeling of having her kissing him. It was like a jolt of electricity through his body and he knew if she continued to do that much longer, he’d come in his pants. He’d never felt anything like it before. The attraction between them sparkled like static electricity in the air. God he wanted her so badly. He needed to be in her, fucking her, giving in to his overwhelming need for her.

  Eric pulled back briefly to study her face and saw the glazed over look of passion in her blue green eyes. Fuck, but he needed to kiss her again and he gave in, covering her mouth with his, pushing his tongue past her lips.

  As he explored every inch of her mouth, his hands came up to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples until they peaked against his palms. He knew what he was doing to her when he felt Natasha’s fingers tunnel through his hair, grabbing at him almost desperately.

  Finally he pulled back and they both dragged much needed air into their tortured lungs. He grabbed one of her hands and held it to his heart. “Feel what you do to me.” He said as his heart thumped violently in his chest. He then moved her hand down his body until he had it pressed over his cock which was so fucking hard he was worried all his blood supply was in it right now. “Feel what you do to me.” His voice sounded husky to him and he watched as Natasha trembled when she felt how badly he wanted her.

  Eric held her hand pressed against his cock and began to slide it up and down his length through the pants of his suit. While she touched him he lowered his other hand under the table and roughly pushed Natasha’s dress up high on her thighs before reaching between her legs and thrusting two fingers into her, moaning because she was even more wet now.

  He began to thrust in and out of her settling into the same rhythm that Natasha was using to stroke his cock. His thumb flicked over her clit and when she began to writhe around on her seat, Eric knew she was close to coming.

  He removed his hand from Natasha’s hand that was still rubbing his cock and reached up to cup one breast, teasing the nipple until it was hard. He nearly lost it in his pants when her hand in his lap continued to rub him and he knew he had to stop her or he really was going to embarrass himself.

  Faster he worked the fingers of his other hand in and out of her soaked pussy, flicking his thumb over her clit, desperate to make her come now, although he was really starting to worry that watching her come would push him over the edge.

  He could feel his body tightening, his cock swelling and he was so hard it was painful. He dragged her hand out of his lap. “No Natasha. Don’t make me come here. This is for you, there’s plenty of time for me later.”

  “Please Eric.” And he felt more pre cum weep out of his cock at the breathless, needy tone in her voice. God, this woman was going to be his undoing.

  “No Natasha, not here.” He bent to her and kissed her. “Now come for me.” He said and drove his fingers into her again before pulling them out, holding them up for her to see. “See how wet you are sweetheart.” He moved his fingers to his nose and breathed in her scent. God, she smelt so damned good, sweet and heady. He nearly came right then and there.

  “God you smell so good.” Eric told her, his eyes on her face as he stuck them in his mouth and licked them clean, never breaking eye contact with her.

  He watched hot colour flood her cheeks and he smiled. He could see she was embarrassed but turned on as well. Arousal burned in her eyes and she was breathing in short, sharp breaths.

  She tasted even better than she smelt and Eric couldn’t wait to get between her legs and sink his tongue into her and drink that sweet nectar of hers.

  He went back to plunging his fingers into her body, dragging them over her g-spot, feeling her tight little pussy getting even wetter. Natasha was sweating lightly, perspiration beading on her top lip.

  “Ok, now baby, come for me now.” He urged her, his fingers working her over and over. He watched as she squirmed on her seat, her eyes glazing over and he pressed his lips against her ear. “Come on baby, come for me NOW!”

  Eric watched as she came apart and her lips parted a hiss squeezing past them. He bent over closing his mouth over hers, swallowing the cries she made to save her the embarrassment of being heard by the other guests eating in the restaurant.

  He could feel the muscles of her pussy closing over his fingers, clenching them, drawing them deeper inside her and he ground his teeth down hard, one hand pressing over his cock that threatened to explode at any moment.

  With a couple more flicks over her clit, Natasha shattered again and Eric watched her with a certain amount of masculine triumph that he could reduce her to the quivering, shaking mess that she was now. She was amazing, fucking amazing. So damned responsive and at that moment he realised he was fucked. This woman who had worked for him for almost a year had the potential to be the one woman who could tame him and he felt a shiver of fear work its way up his spine.

  Eric waited while Natasha came down from her orgasms and he watched the colour flood her face when the realit
y of what had just happened registered with her. He’d made her come twice in a restaurant filled with other diners and yet she’d forgotten all that for just those few moments as she’d shattered around his fingers.

  He groaned when her eyes finally lifted to his. She was so beautiful and the way she’d trusted her body with him made him feel ten feet tall. He couldn’t wait to get her upstairs and see if he could make her come over and over again when his cock was buried deep inside her pussy.

  “God Natasha, you’re amazing, so responsive. I thought I was going to come in my pants like a horny teenage boy. I want you up in our room NOW!”

  “But we haven’t eaten.” She protested.

  Fuck she was worried about damned food now? He growled with the frustration that was threatening to overwhelm him so much that he ended up doing what his baser instincts were telling him to do. Throw her over the table and fuck her until he pumped her full of his cum.

  “I don’t give a fuck about the food Natasha. I just want to be upstairs with you, in you, fucking you.”

  Before she had time for his words to register he grabbed her hand and hauled her up from the booth seat. He yanked the curtains aside so roughly it was amazing he didn’t pull the damned things down and froze at the sight of the waitress who was on her way to their table.

  She asked if they were happy with their meal and Eric told her his companion wasn’t feeling well so could she organise for their food to be sent to their room and then he brushed past her, dragging Natasha with him.

  When they got out into the hotel’s lobby he slowed down and moved his hand to the small of her back to help propel her along to the bank of elevators. His hand encountered smooth warm skin and he was almost brought to his knees when he saw that her dress left nearly all her back bare.

  “God Natasha, how did you hide this so well? He asked, sweeping her hair off her shoulder so he could run his fingers over her skin. “Bloody hell woman, what are you trying to do to me?”