Panting hard, she collapsed onto him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly onto him. After several minutes of basking in their respective orgasms, his dick still firmly sheathed inside of her wet core, Beth looked up at him with that soft, sweet smile of hers that made his heart skip a beat. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth as if considering whether or not she should say something.
Gabriel frowned. "What is it?"
Her cheeks glowed a soft rosy color. "I was wondering what else you had planned for me in your little secret room."
Gabriel's frown quickly turned to a grin. "Oh, Miss Wilmington, that's for me to know and you to find out... if you're good." He traced her lush lower lip with his index finger.
A devilish grin touched her lips and matched the wicked gleam in her eyes. "But Sir, what if I'm bad?" Beth opened her mouth and sucked his finger in.
Oh sweet fuck! As he pulled his finger from her mouth and replaced it with his lips he couldn't help thinking that he was going to be in for a wild ride with the sweet little blonde from the coffee shop. And he intended to enjoy each and every second of it.
The End
If you loved this story and are interested in reading more about Beth and Gabriel's adventures then you won't have to wait long. "The CEO and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: The Pleasure in Surrender" will be available the first part of November, 2013.
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Yes, Mr. Collins by Anna Antonia (writing as Charlotte DeCorte)
A Dark Erotic Novella
“Yes, Mr. Collins”
“Take off your clothes, Natasha.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I want your clothes off but leave on your underwear. Then I want you to turn around so I can tie you up.”
Natasha Reynolds had never seen this side of Mr. Peter Collins.
As his executive assistant Natasha was responsible for Mr. Collins’s suffocating schedule, meticulous correspondence, occasional personal tasks, and making his high-pressured work life run as smoothly as superhumanly possible. Natasha believed her sacred duty was to anticipate his needs before he even suspected their existence.
In the course of such demanding work she had seen many things under his employ.
She had seen him remain unruffled in the face of pharmaceutical-pill-popping pressure.
She had seen him work 30 hours straight without compromising his razor intellect.
She had seen him nearly charm the skirt right off a visiting executive almost too beautiful to be real.
Being ordered to strip off her clothes just so he could tie her up was one side of Mr. Collins Natasha had never, ever seen.
How did this happen?
Office gossip confirmed no executive assistant lasted more than a handful of weeks under Mr. Collins’s employ before tearfully resigning or summarily being shown the door. The temps didn’t make it even that long. Usually they just stopped showing up.
Natasha had held her position for the last fifteen months.
“How has she made it this long?” seemed to be the usual question left in her wake. Speculation had it she must have found something either highly incriminating or embarrassing on Mr. Collins. Others wondered if they were lovers before dismissing it. Mr. Collins and Natasha were the epitome of two professionals working in complete synchronization. While admirable, it was hardly the stuff passion was built on.
Natasha, if anyone had been brave enough to ask, would have dispelled the prevailing rumors by answering, “As long as you’re completely focused on your job, he’s not that bad of a boss.”
Which wasn’t to imply those first few days hadn’t been harrowing to say the least.
Mr. Collins had a fearsome reputation of never raising his voice. Which sounded preferable in comparison to working under the other hotheaded executives, but his crisp British accent had a way of making you wish he had. One word punctuated by his black ice stare had the power to reduce the miserable recipient into a babbling mess.
After stumbling across the messy aftermaths in the ladies restroom, break room, and occasional stairwell, Natasha had always wondered what it must have been like to experience it firsthand before thanking God she would never know.
Time passed. Mr. Collins’s temporary assistants continued on their tearful rotations.
Two years, three months, and eleven days into her position as an executive assistant in the IT department, Natasha’s orderly life came to an end when her manager called her into her office. Natasha assumed it was to be another typical meeting to align present tasks against future goals.