Naughty Temptations

Chapter One

Chapter One

DELANIE

“Oh God. Right there. Yesss.”

The loud smack of flesh on flesh registers before the sting reverberates through my right ass cheek, followed quickly by a wave of heat. The slap amps up my arousal and has a fresh gush of juices spilling from my p***y onto the already damp desk blotter.

It’s so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this, but I love it. Every decadent second of forbidden…

Hell, I don’t even know what to call it. Kyler Harrington isn’t my boyfriend. We aren’t dating or in any kind of relationship. He’s a complete asshole and I don’t even like him. I wouldn’t even call him a f**k buddy. I’m the intern who he just happens to f**k. Yet I thrill in the rebellious act of f*****g him right under his father’s nose while on the clock at work.

I’m not even sure how I ended up bent over his father’s desk, pencil skirt bunched up around my hips, bare ass thrust up high with my boss’s massive c**k pummeling my p***y.

Perhaps I should backtrack and explain this crazy situation I’ve found myself in.

Kyler Harrington was the high school senior year crush I couldn’t have.

I was the popular girl everyone wanted as a friend. The prim and proper head of all the important activities—yearbook, homecoming committee, debate club, cheerleading and powderpuff football. And I was a good girl.

Kyler, on the other hand, was the new guy at school. Being a new transfer student halfway through senior year is the kiss of death socially so there was no common ground. He was also a motorcycle riding bad boy with long hair and a leather jacket who found his way between the legs of every easy slut.

So yeah, he never even noticed me while I was painfully aware of him from the first moment I laid eyes on him.

Fast forward eight years and I show up for my first day interning at Harrington International—his father’s company—to find my living, breathing, high school bad boy fantasy is now my boss. There’d been a wicked gleam sparkling in those sexy green eyes when we were introduced. While I tried to be professional and keep my lust under wraps, he did nothing to hide the fact he wanted me.

Every time we were in a room together the s****l tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. He eye-f****d me during meetings and took advantage of any opportunity to touch me. On day one it started with his fingers brushing mine as I handed over a document. Things rapidly advanced to the lingering warmth of his hand against my leg as he sat down next to me and leaned into my personal space to speak with a colleague.

By the end of my first week he blatantly and boldly guided me into a meeting with his hand on the small of my back. While I focused on the presentation, his fingers found my knee under the table, instantly heating my blood. Slowly and deliberately, his touch teased along the side of my thigh before moving back to my knee.

No sooner had I sighed in relief and relaxed back into my chair than his touch boldly moved to my inner thigh, devilish fingers gliding higher and higher until he traced the hem of my skirt while I held my breath, telling myself he wouldn’t. As his hand slid beneath the material, I startled and nearly spilled a full mug of coffee. Only Kyler’s quick reflexes saved us both from being drenched with the hot liquid.

Of course, he’d used his free hand, reaching across me to steady the mug, which brought him closer. My head swam as each rapid breath filled my lungs with his musky scent, and his body heat enveloped me. When his fingertips glided over the damp silk covering my swollen p***y, I jumped up and made the excuse of needing a bathroom break. I’m not sure his father bought it considering the knowing smile he shot in my direction.

I tried to discourage him. Really, I did. But Kyler was a man on a mission. His relentless pursuit wore me down by the end of my second week when he cornered me in a cleaning supply room. Our first time happened against the wall of the dark, musty room, one of his hands covering my mouth to keep me quiet, the other under my ass, holding me up as he f****d me senseless. I said no, repeatedly.

Especially when he asked me if I wanted him to stop.

Our strange office f**k relationship has been going strong for three months now. I know it’s wrong but I can’t stop—won’t think of bringing an end to whatever this is. Because it’s delicious and wonderfully thrilling. Wild, base and real. Being with Kyler makes me feel more vibrant, alive and desired than I ever have. When he’s near, my body spontaneously combusts, softening, swelling and going damp, ready and willing to take him on.

So that brings everything up to date. My high school heartthrob boss is banging me on his father’s desk, while on the other side of the door the entire company is gathering for some big announcement. Not even Kyler is privy to what’s going on. Last week Mr. Harrington was traveling on top secret business. Today he’s going to announce the results of that trip. I can hear a variety of muffled voices. Every so often I catch Samuel Harrington’s distinctive rumble of laughter.

Christ, I’m going to hell and loving every raw, carnal, titillating second of the fiery journey.

Rough fingers tangle in my hair, clench and pull, forcing me to lift up until my back is pressed against his hard chest. The move has my p***y clenching as I ride the edge of orgasm.

“f**k yeah, D. Clamp down on my c**k. You know you love it.”

He knows how crazy it makes me when he pulls my hair. And yes, a thousand times yes, I do love it. He’s big and thick, filling me to the point of pain. The twinge of agony coupled with the taboo act and potential danger of being caught make it better. Dirtier. More forbidden. Because deep down, beneath my carefully polished exterior, beats the heart of a woman who craves raunchy, dirty s*x.

Before Kyler I’d only had tender, gentle love-making with boring guys my mother approved of. Men with the proper pedigree and career goals. The encounters were bland and unsatisfying. They left me feeling numb, as if I was sleepwalking through my life. There hadn’t been many because I’d been singularly focused on school.

Somehow, when no one else could, Kyler looked in my eyes and saw past the façade to the woman frozen inside. Miraculously, he breathed life into me, waking me up and showing me how to burn hotter than the sun.

Fuck, how me makes me burn.

“Where are the kids?”

The woman’s voice has me straining to hear. It sounded like…my mother? But no, it couldn’t be. I’m hearing things. Sure, Harrington International and Boyd Logistics have worked together in the past but my mother wouldn’t be here. She’s away on business.

A moan slips past my lips and Kyler tugs harder on my hair.

“Shhh. Wouldn’t want my father to hear.”

I’m so warped that his warning nearly has me coming. And he knows it. I don’t worry about chasing down my orgasm. Kyler never fails to get me there. He may be an asshat in general but he’s a giving, generous, skilled lover.

Kicking my feet farther apart, he shoves a hand between my legs, unerringly finding my c**t. Pinching it between two fingers he breathes in my ear, “Come for me, D. Come on my cock.”

And I do. With his father’s voice booming over a microphone, gaining the crowd’s attention and covering up my breathy, blissed-out moans.

The knob rattles then a fist pounds on the door a mere six feet away from us. This is followed by the voice of Harrington’s administrative assistant, Stacey. “Kyler. Miss Boyd. You’re needed at the meeting. Mr. Harrington is looking for you.”

Kyler doesn’t stop f*****g me. Hard and fast. Relentless. The sharp edge of his teeth bite into my earlobe and he demands, “Again. Come again while my father and the whole company wait.”

Sound is muted by the thundering of my heart as Kyler pinches my c**t again and roughly squeezes my n****e through my shirt and bra. With my body strung taut as a bowstring, he pounds into me one last time, tapping against my cervix and sending me flying.

I collapse weakly onto the desk, panting as I come down from the high—sweaty, wrecked and entirely satisfied. Kyler finally pulls out, his hot, sticky c*m sliding down my thighs. We don’t use condoms since we’ve both tested clean and I have an IUD preventing pregnancy. Also because I love feeling it. I did that. Me. I made Kyler come.

With a resounding smack on my ass, he zips up his pants and smooths his clothing into place, looking none the worse for the wear. The bastard. I don’t know how he does it but my rumpled appearance won’t be so easily righted.

“Better hurry and get out there.”

Scowling over my shoulder at Kyler, I call out to the assistant. “We’ll be right there.”

Kyler’s smug smile grates on my nerves as I watch him saunter out the door. Ten seconds after mind-blowing s*x and he’s presentable. Well, as presentable as Kyler ever gets with his overly long black hair and refusal to wear a tie or suit coat.

I may be rebelling by f*****g him in secret but in public I fall back into the prim and proper façade. My attire is professional and I certainly don’t go to meetings looking freshly f****d. Well, at least I didn’t before Kyler.

With a resigned sigh, I grab a tissue to clean up, pull my clothes into place and quickly fix my hair. I take a calming breath before slipping from the office and into the crowd, hoping to blend in.

No such luck, I’m spotted almost immediately.

“Ah, there you are, Delanie,” Samuel Harrington’s voice booms over the microphone making me feel like a spotlight is shining down on me. “Come on up here.”

My hand flutters to my throat and my gaze shoots to the podium set up at the other end of the room. Seeing my mother standing next to Mr. Harrington has me breaking out in a cold sweat while my blood turns to ice in my veins.

This is bad. Like epic, life-altering bad. What the hell is going on? Why is my mother here? And why is Mr. Harrington waving me over? I don’t want to be involved in whatever’s happening. I’d much rather blend into the lovely beige wall behind me.

No one can see me, I chant repeatedly in my head. They don’t know what I’ve done.

“Come on, Delanie. Don’t be shy.”

The room erupts in laughter and people close by mutter encouragements, one even going so far as to push me forward.

Fuck, f**k, f**k. They know. I’m totally f****d!

Only thing I can do is act cool and brazen it out. Head held high, I walk through the parting crowd with as much enthusiasm as if I’m headed to the gallows. Moving robotically to the front of the room, I scan the crowd for Kyler. Where the hell did he go? Why hasn’t he been called to the carpet?

I take my place next to my mother, who wastes no time chastising me. “Good Lord. You look like you’re standing in front of a firing squad. Take a breath, Delanie.”

My gaze unerringly lands on Kyler where he negligently leans against the wall just behind his father, downing a flute of champagne and wearing a cocky grin. Scowling, I glance around, noticing everyone has champagne.

I’d give my left ovary for a drink or to be half as calm as Kyler, the irreverent bastard. Why the hell isn’t he freaking the f**k out like I am? And I can’t help wishing I had even a sliver of his freedom. Kyler does what he wants, when he wants, no apologies or explanations required. But me, if I don’t conform and do what’s expected, my life is a living hell.

Something Mr. Harrington is saying draws my attention and my focus lasers in on him.

“That’s why I am excited to be announcing two major mergers.”

He smiles at my mother and she pats his arm in a way I find oddly intimate and familiar. And what the f**k? There’s a ring on her hand. Her left hand. With a huge diamond sparkling under the florescent lights.

“Boyd Logistics has become integral to the operation of Harrington International and vice versa. Therefore, Camille Boyd and I have decided to merge the companies to better reach our joint goals for the future with Harrington taking the dominant role in running the business.”

His voice becomes a faint murmur as my mind spins crazily. Mom never said a word to me about making any changes to the company. The company that’s supposed to be mine one day. I have more than a five- or ten-year plan, I have a life plan. Get my masters, intern at Harrington and learn the ropes then take that knowledge with me to Boyd Logistics and work my way up the company ladder, eventually replacing my mother, who has never really cared about the company.

My hands ball into fists at my sides and my temper rises to killing force with my gaze remaining fixed on that f*****g ring.

The company is supposed to be mine. My father created it from nothing and told me it would be mine. When he died, my mother took over, running it until I’m ready. Mom knew it was temporary. The company is what I’ve worked for. Why I spent eight years in college getting my master’s degree. My entire future. And she’s giving it away to Harrington.

Something Harrington is saying draws me out of my head again but his next words make me lose my ever-loving mind.

“Camille Boyd has made me a very happy man by also agreeing to a personal merger and becoming my wife. We were married in a private ceremony on Saturday. I am thrilled for my family to now include a daughter, Lanie.” He smiles over at me. “And our marriage makes Kyler your brother. Isn’t that wonderful, dear?”

My mouth hangs open until shock is replaced by rage and my teeth snap together with a deafening crack.

What the actual f**k!

BOYD LOGISTICS IS MINE! AND KYLER CAN’T BE MY BROTHER. HE’S f*****g ME, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!

Crickets. Chirping crickets.

I can clearly hear them since all other sound has ceased. The entire room has gone silent, mouths are gaping and all eyes are locked firmly on me. Kyler, the prick, starts laughing his fool head off and I spin on my heel, prepared to rip him a new one.

“What? What the hell is funny? None of this is funny.”

It takes what seems like forever for him to get control of himself. I know because I can feel my fingernails digging holes into my palms and hear my blood roaring in my ears while I wait. Once he finally stops laughing enough to talk, Kyler looks me right in the eye and informs me, “You said that out loud, sis. Yelled it, actually. Told the entire company we’re fucking.”

He’s laughing at me again as I slap my hands over my face and pray for a hole to open up in the floor beneath my feet but knowing I’d never get off that easy.