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  Wicked Proposal

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Wicked Proposal

  by

  Aurora Adams

  Published by Manageable Mayhem Books

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Tugging my hand from his waist, he pulled me into the small room and pushed me roughly against the door, forcing it closed with my weight. He threaded his hands into my hair and grabbed my hair at the base of my neck with a suddenness that ripped a gasp of pleasure from my throat.

  He moved his lips to my ear. His breath came ragged against my neck.

  "You like that?"

  All I could do was whimper in response. He took it for the approval it was and proceeded to kiss along the base of my ear down to my collarbone. He nibbled along it as his other hand pulled the skirt of my dress higher on my thighs. My desire burned hot, mere inches from his fingers.

  I strained against the hold he had on my hair. "Yes, yes."

  It was a chant that became a sigh on my lips as he finally reached the moist spot between my thighs. His finger rubbed over my soaked panties, alternating between the barest of touches and deep ones that parted my folds through the fabric. Then with a quick flick of his fingers, he undid the snaps on my panties. His fingers slipped easily over my bare lips. There was a small, maddening pause, before he finally gave me what I wanted and slid one finger inside me.

  "Holy god, Sophia." He sighed in my hair as he moved his fingers in and out of me. "You're fucking gorgeous."

  But I couldn't process his words as his fingers picked up the tempo. I was going to die. No question. I curled my fists into his shirt as shocks danced through my body. I bucked against his fingers, needing more.

  "Jake...oh my god."

  He covered my mouth with his. As he delved even deeper inside me and his tongue flirted with my own, I quivered and arched against him. It was almost too much to bear.

  He continued his onslaught, and I knew it wasn't long before I was going to come. Then suddenly his fingers were gone, and he was pulling at the strings of my dress.

  "I need to see you." His voice was thick with desire.

  My dress fell to the floor for what seemed like the hundredth time today. But this time it wasn't the dress I was concerned with. It was the raw look of lust on Jake's face as he placed his hands on either side of the deep v-neck and watched my breasts pop out as he pulled the fabric away.

  Chapter 1

  Jake was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. I didn't need to pull up his long list of over-performing accounts in the Wicked Intentions Inc. database to know that. All I had to do was look at how his shoulders filled out his crisp suit. Or I could just watch him walk. It was a self-assured walk that said he was at ease with being all man. Not cocky, but confident.

  Watching him walk was exactly what I was doing as came around the desk towards me one Tuesday morning. I tried to look unfazed, but I knew my eyes grew wide like a doe in the path of a lion.

  He stopped in front of me and rested a hip on the edge of my desk. "You know what you need, Sophia?"

  The air between us grew thick as I thought about all of the things I needed that he could give me.

  "What do I need?" To my embarrassment, my voice clearly showed my train of thought.

  "You need to get out of here."

  I tried to keep the need out of my voice and keep it playful as I gave him an exaggerated wink. "With you, hot stuff?"

  His throaty laugh warmed me in a way that made me wonder when it had gotten so hot in the office. "With me...now there's a thought..." He shook his head with a small laugh. "I was referring to something on a more permanent basis though."

  The speculative tone in his voice sent tingles shooting through me, so it took me a second to push them away enough to think about the second part of what he had said.

  “What do you mean get out of here on a permanent basis?”

  “You know, as in leave finance.”

  I didn’t bother to hide the surprise I felt at his suggestion. Granted, I didn't like my job just as much as the next office worker, but the pay was decent. So I tried to be grateful for it all the same. Besides, I liked our frequent feelings, and it hurt not just a little that he would be ok with not seeing me anymore.

  "Nah, I can't do that. Who would do your expense reports then?" I said, making a joke of it.

  He didn’t join in my laughter though. In fact, he looked down right serious.

  "Look," he sat on the edge of my desk, "you're not happy in accounting. Besides, you have too much potential for this, anyways."

  His words sent my brain into overdrive. How did he know I was unhappy? And what exactly did he see in me that I didn't see in myself? Even though I didn't see myself in accounting forever, I didn't really envision myself doing anything else either. What good was it trying something else that I could fail at miserably when I knew that I was good at this? Not to mention, the thought of putting everything on the line like that scared the hell out of me.

  "Eh, it's a job." I straightened a stack of reports on my desk as I tried to convince myself.

  Jake tapped his finger against his lips in thought. "Have you ever thought of going into sales? Outside, to be exact?"

  Under normal circumstances, him playing with his lips like that would have had me back in my la-la-land of Jake fantasies, but the question was just too absurd. I couldn't help the laugh that came out. My face flamed in embarrassment. I hadn't meant to laugh in his face like that, but the notion was too ridiculous.

  "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but the idea of me being in sales is just a little..." I tucked my hair behind my ear as I searched for the right word. "...laughable."

  "What's so laughable about it?" He asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.

  I was going to answer his question. Right after I stopped ogling the way his biceps bulged under the starched button-down he was wearing. I kept my sigh of happiness to myself. He wanted to talk? Fine. We'd talk. I didn't mind showing him how wrong he was. Besides, it was thrilling to talk to him about personal things for a change.

  "Have you taken a close look at me?" I leaned back in my chair and gestured at myself. "I'm not exactly get-in-front-of-the-customer material."

  He didn't even pause a beat. "I call B.S. on that."

  I tried to ignore the little flare of happiness at his unspoken approval.

  "Ok, I'm not saying I can't be convincing when I need to be. It's more who I am. I'm the quiet type. Dependable."

  His eyebrow raised to say he wasn't convinced. It was obvious my words weren't penetrating his thick skull, so I put it in words that might be closer to home for him.

  "Listen. When people go into sales, they're more like..." at a loss for words
, I threw a finger at him. "Well, you, I suppose....funny, charming, suave..."

  Perfect.

  Thankfully, I stopped talking before I said that, or said anything else that could make it any more obvious just how charming I thought he was.

  "But don't you see, Sophia?" A smile lit his eyes. "You don't need any of that nonsense. You are perfect for sales because of who you are, not in spite of it. You're an everyday woman who has a passion for the product. People see that and latch onto it!"

  I knew he was talking about my love for the lingerie we made here. And I braced as he spun his briefcase around and leaned over to open it. The act put his chest in close proximity. If anyone were to ask, I would've sworn I could feel the heat of his body radiating against my skin. He was close enough to touch, and the desire to do just that pulled at me. I swayed a little in my chair at the weakness that came over me. I could reach up and slip the buttons out of their places on his shirt. All I wanted was a peek really. A little, tiny glimpse of the perfection I knew laid underneath.

  Before I could act on my thoughts, he straightened back up, pulling something out of the case with him.

  I wish my relief was more profound, but I was too far under his spell. That had to be the case because otherwise I wouldn't have been surprised when he used deliberate care to lay a shiny leather number complete with lace insets over my monitor. I didn't even bother to hide my groan.

  He knew he's won the point and his green eyes twinkled with the victory. "I seem to remember you being a sucker for leather."

  I cursed myself for ever talking about lingerie with him as I tried to steer the conversation back to the point at hand. "Look, Jake. Even if that was true, I'd still have to go on calls by myself and try to convince someone I've never met to carry our stuff in their store, when all they probably want me to do is go away." I shook my head in attempt to clear the thought of that catastrophe from my mind. "That's just not me."

  He let me finish, but a secretive smile played on his lips. "What if you didn't go by yourself?"

  "Real funny. I know you all fly solo. Or did you forget that I do more expense reports than just yours?"

  "Forget that for a second," he said, with a waive of his hand. "Would you be interested if you could go with someone else? Like...me for example?"

  The thought made me speechless. I couldn't speak past all of the visions flooding my head. Jake and I alone in the car together. Jake and I taking long flights together. Jake and I getting a hotel together...

  "Well?" he pressed.

  Color heated my cheeks at all the possibilities and the impossibilities of it. There was no way the company was going to let that fly. Sexual attraction and job dissatisfaction weren’t exactly compelling reasons for them to give me the all-clear.

  That being the case, there was no reason for me to lie to him. "Well...then yes. I guess I could see myself doing that."

  I tried to keep the smile off my face as I said it. One thing I could definitely see myself doing was him. My thoughts kept going back to the image of those muscles pressed against my body. I shifted in my chair as I realized I was more than a little wet.

  A huge grin came over his face. "Perfect. That's what I wanted to hear."

  That's what he wanted to hear? I wanted to laugh. He was too adorable in his excitement.

  He dug into his briefcase, pulled out his expense reports, and slapped them onto my desk.

  "Great chat. We'll talk later."

  The way he said it made me suspicious.

  I didn't bother to hide it either. "What do you mean we'll talk later?"

  His grin was a little too big when he said "nothing" for me to believe him.

  "What's going on in that brain, Jake?"

  He smiled even bigger as he shrugged not-so-innocently and started to walk out the door.

  Oh, no he didn't.

  "Hey, wait!"

  He turned back around and looked at me, that cheeky grin all over his face.

  "Oh, that's right." With a few jaunty steps back, he grabbed the leather nightie off my monitor. "Thanks!"

  Then he turned around and walked out.

  "Hey!" I called after him, but before I knew it, I was talking to the back of the office door.

  No way he was getting away that easily. My chair hit the wall behind me as I shoved it back and darted out of the office. I could worry about the scuff mark it no doubt had left on the wall later.

  I heard the elevator door ding and looked down the hall just in time to see him step inside. He turned around and gave a devilish wink when he saw me.

  "Jake!" I shouted right as the doors were closing on his grinning face.

  Ug.

  It was only then that I noticed the bustle in the office had stopped and a few people had poked their heads out of their office doors.

  Janice in the office next door to me was one of those same accountants with their heads sticking out of their offices like giraffes.

  She reached a tentative hand towards me as if she were afraid to get too close in case I did anything else crazy. "Hey, Sophia. Everything ok?"

  "Yeah, sorry. He...he just missed a section on his report." I shrugged as if it was no big deal, but inside I was dying to know what Jake was up to.

  Her face eased into a companionable smile. "That's the worst, isn't it?"

  No, the building falling into a huge hole that opened up out of nowhere would be the worst. Or an invasion of aliens that came to kill us all while I was still at work, that would be the worst. Missing a information on a report was an inconvenience at best. But I agreed anyway, so I could go back to my office and get back to my reports.

  As I started on yet another expense report, I couldn't help but wonder what the sexy Jake Robinson had up his sleeve.

  Chapter 2

  I chewed on the end of my pen as I stared at the same set of papers that had been in front of me for the last ten minutes. I hated fuzzy math. One man's laziness was my twenty-minute headache.

  Just when I thought I'd figured out where the genius had messed up, the door to my office burst open. The thought hazed out before I had fully grasped it. Perfect. I threw down my pen.

  I looked over my monitor to see Jake had decided to make a reappearance. Despite my irritation at him, my heartbeat skipped over itself. He really was the most good-looking man I had ever met. My started a percussive beat against my ribcage as my eyes skimmed over the broad expanse of his chest.

  Jesus, what was wrong with me? I had to get over this. Sex with Jake Robinson was never going to happen. I had a better chance of becoming President of the United States. Angry at myself, I ducked my head back down and scrawled 'approved' on the flawed report I had been working.

  I turned and tossed the report into the completed box on the shelf behind me. "Not now, Jake."

  "I need to talk to you," he said with an electric pause. "It's about work."

  His words were all business, but there was an excitement to his voice that made me turn around. His green eyes sparkled and a smile kept pulling at the side of his mouth. Energy crackled around him. This couldn't be good. He was up to something. Without a doubt. No good could come of my getting involved. Still...he looked so dang cute with that excited school-boy smile.

  I mentally kicked myself as I asked, "Oh, yeah? What's up?"

  "I need you to come with me...right now." He checked his watch as if to add emphasis to the statement.

  My brain couldn't process what he'd just asked.

  "Come with you?" I said it slow so there was no confusion.

  "Yeah, I have a proposition for you." That impish smile broke out on his face again.

  A proposition? I stared at his large hands before letting my gaze trail up to his thick forearms and impressive biceps. As my eyes traveled down his body, my skin tingled with awareness. Well, it wasn't as romantic as I was hoping for, but beggars couldn't be choosy. Not that I was begging, mind you. As I spied the bulge in his pants, I corrected that. I wasn't begging yet. I had a
feeling that he could get me to beg if he wanted me too.

  By the time I was able to tear my eyes away, I realized I'd been staring. I could feel my face flame up as red as his tie.

  "A...proposition?"

  I knew I sounded like a parrot, but I couldn't help it. This was so unreal. Jake Robinson was propositioning me?

  "This isn't coming out right at all." He laughed, this time a warm sound that said, clearly, he knew what I was thinking.

  I should have been embarrassed that my thoughts were so clearly out there for him to see. But the fact that he knew what I'd been thinking and hadn't been disgusted gave me hope. Stupid, but there it was.

  Jake shook his head, with that smile on his face. "Look, we're going to be late if we don't hurry. Just come on. I'll explain everything on the way."

  Now, I'd have thought that little amendment to his statement would've cooled my crazy imagination at least a bit. And maybe it would have if he hadn't grabbed my hand and pulled me from my desk. Instead images flashed through my head, a kaleidoscope of desire and sex. The warmth of his hand felt like drug in mine as he pulled me after him. It took everything in me not to pull the warmth of that hand to my waist. Slide it under my skirt...

  I shook myself. The smart thing to do was to get more details on what in the hell was going on. It took me a second to remember what he'd said, but finally I did.

  "What do you mean late? What are we going to be late for?"

  Sami, the receptionist, shot a thin, black arm up from behind her small desk as Jake pulled me into the elevator, "Sophia! Good luck, girl!"

  I knew the look on my face as the elevator doors closed said I thought she was losing her mind too.

  I was wondering if everyone had lost their mind and it was only a matter of time for mine to go too when I noticed the fifth floor button lit on the elevator panel. The design floor. Why were we going to the design floor? I was almost scared to ask, but after a couple of breaths, I got up the courage to ask. Just as I opened my mouth to ask, Jake spoke.