The Taking Of Clara: Taken By The Boss(4)

The main lights went out. Only the light from their desk lamps provided visibility in the room. Matthew came to the door of his office. She felt his gaze on her. He signaled for her to come to him. How could she deny him? Tucking some stray curls behind her ear she shut down her computer then moved to his office. He stood waiting for her. His thick arms folded over his chest. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows.

“Come here,” he said.

Without question she went to him. Did she go to him for the money? Or the attraction she’d felt toward him when they first met? Clara could not answer the question. All she knew was that with every step she took closer to him, the calmer her body felt. What did her body know that her mind did not? She felt out of sorts with the conflicting emotions inside her.

She stopped in front of him. Her hands fisted at her sides.

He reached out, cupping her cheek. The action felt sweet as he stroked her skin, which shocked her. He curved his other arm around her back bringing her closer to his touch. She moaned when her body connected with his. His muscles were hard compared to her soft ones. Clara felt the strength and power within his body. His strength would rival her own.

She wasn’t afraid. Deep down she knew he would never hurt her. In the next instant she couldn’t think. His lips smashed down on hers, consuming her in the hardness of his kiss.

There had been many kisses over the years. Not one of them held a candle to Matthew’s. His experience showed in the way he took control. He tilted her head back as he plunged his tongue between her lips. She moaned, unable to keep her pleasure inside. He turned her around then lifted her onto his desk. Matthew pushed her skirt up to the waist. Within moments he stood between her legs.

Clara tightened her grip on his shirt. Instead of pushing him away she pulled him closer. She didn’t want the pleasure to stop. Her body felt alive with his kisses. The hardness of him between her legs scolded her wanton behavior.

“Open for me.” He pulled away to trail kisses down her cheek to her neck. His words made her moan. He made her want to open to him. The command of his voice made her wet between her thighs. She’d do anything he asked to feel this way again. “Do you feel the passion between us?”

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.

“Why? You want me, Clara. I want you.” Matthew took her hand in his. He placed her palm over his crotch. Clara felt his hard cock against her hand. The size alone was unmistakable through the layers of clothing. Losing her virginity had hurt. She knew without even asking that Matthew would make her see the stars in his arms. He wanted her to feel pleasure.

The top few buttons of her shirt were opened. His tongue glided over the top parts of her breasts.

“I will give you the world, Clara.” His voice hypnotized her as he unbuttoned the last of the buttons of her blouse. Next, he removed the blouse from her body. She sat on his desk half-dressed. The white lace of her bra did nothing to hide her body from his gaze.

Matthew pulled away. She stared at him, knowing he waited for her response.

“What do I have to do?” she asked. No one would give the world away for nothing. Matthew being a shrewd business man would want something in return. Everything in life came with a price.

He moved the hair off her face. His touch more gentle than she anticipated. She sat on his desk with her legs spread wide. Clara felt exposed with the way he took the time to stare into her eyes. She felt him staring deep into her soul. Clara didn’t have the strength to deny him. Who would? Matthew offered her everything while she held nothing of any value to give him. Why did he want her when he could have so many other woman?

“Give yourself to me, Clara. Don’t hold anything back. In return you’ll want for nothing.”

Biting her lip she stared back at him. How could she deny him? The attraction had been building for far longer than she ever realized…since the moment they had met.

“Nothing is ever that easy,” she said.

“I can make it easy, Clara.” He helped her off the desk. Matthew took her hand, escorting her round to the other side of the desk. Matthew sat down then pulled her onto his lap. His arm went around her waist. Even with her on his lap he remained taller than her. He reached inside a draw, then handed her the file he pulled out. “Sign this. That’s all you have to do.”

“What is it?” She lifted the pages, scanning a few words. None of the words stood out to her or made sense.

“I know about your father’s debts. Sign this contract and you become mine.”

“What happens to the debts?” she asked.

He stroked the side of her waist. She tried to suck her stomach in to hide her excess weight. With the way he touched her she didn’t have much chance of holding anything in. He undid her in so many ways.