Elena's POV

When the plane landed in San Francisco, night had already shrouded the city in darkness.

A sleek black car was already waiting for us at the curb, so we slipped in without a word and the driver pulled away, weaving through the bright streets until we stopped in front of a towering glass hotel that looked out over the skyline.

Inside, the lobby shimmered with marble floors and gold accents. A chandelier burst above us like a frozen firework, scattering light everywhere. The receptionist's smile was polite as she slid two key cards across the counter.

"Your rooms are on the twentieth floor, Mr. Blake. Suite 2001 and 2002.

Andrew took his card without a word and walked to the elevator.

"Thank you," I said, though I wasn't sure she even heard me. Her gaze was glued to Andrew, and I couldn't blame her. He was far too hard to ignore. Shaking my head, I grabbed my key card and hurried after him, quickening my steps to catch up.

On the twentieth floor, he paused between our doors and looked at me briefly. Then, he said "Rest well and be prepared for tomorrow."

"Yes sir." I replied and watched as he walked into the room, shutting the door behind.

I stood in the empty hallway for a few seconds, staring at his door. A quiet ache rose in my chest, that stupid wish we could share the same room. But that wasn't going to happen.

With a soft sigh, I pulled my suitcase along and slipped into my suite.

The room glowed in soft whites and gold, my favorite color combination. A small smile tugged at my lips. I'd made the right choice when I booked the reservation.

I kicked off my heels, dropped my suitcase to the side and sank into the bed. The sheets were cool and cozy and they welcomed me. My body, which was heavy with exhaustion, sank deeper as I spread my arms and legs. Finally, I was going to get some rest.

After resting a little, I dragged myself to the shower. Steam clung to my skin when I came out and I slipped into one of the silk robes I'd packed.

The robe clung short against my thighs, sleeveless and nearly transparent-a daring gift from Hannah. I considered changing out of it, but with no one expected at my door tonight, I let the thought slip away.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and dialled Hannah's number just to know how she was doing. But her number wasn't connecting. I tried again. Still the same result. So, I gave up.

I smoothed lotion over my skin before finally collapsing onto the bed, hoping Hannah was okay.

Sleep didn't come. My eyes stayed wide open, fixed on the ceiling, while my thoughts kept drifting back to Andrew. I kept picturing him-his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest.

A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened.

Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a porn site.

I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva.

I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

Oh. Yes. It felt really good but not enough. I slid two fingers in and began to fuck myself until my hips lifted. All I could think about was Andrew and wishing he was the one fingering me.

"And-rew..." I sighed, his name trembling on my lips like he was the one finger fucking me.

"Fuck " I moaned louder, closing my eyes and increasing my pace as the slurpy sound filled the room and my wetness covered my fingers.

I wanted more. I wanted him to be the one doing this.

"Why aren't you here, Andrew?" I whimpered, spreading my legs even wider. I wanted to come but I wasn't there yet.

"Need help?" A male husky voice, so much like Andrew's said.

Elena's POV

I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me until I opened my eyes and saw him standing before me.

Oh no. This can't be real. I closed my eyes, hoping he would disappear but by the time I opened again, he was still there staring erotically at my widely opened legs.

My body suddenly went rigid. How did he get into my room? I was sure I locked the door.

I instantly yanked my fingers away and pressed my thighs together, desperate to hide the shameful display. As much as I craved him, I couldn't let myself look so... needy. So cheap.

But the hunger in his eyes made my resolve falter. The way he stared at me, raw, possessive and unrestrained, didn't feel like the boss I thought I knew.

"Sir, I-" My words broke off in a gasp as his mouth crashed onto mine, stealing my protest and replacing it with fire. My lips parted on instinct, a soft, helpless sound slipping out as his tongue teased mine.

I found myself tugging at the buttons of his shirt, each one falling open under my trembling fingers. My palm brushed over his chest, tracing the firm ridges of muscle down to his abs. God, he was every fantasy I'd ever had, carved to perfection.

His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. "How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?" he murmured, his voice dark velvet.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

"You just didn't see me," I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins.

His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

I couldn't think of anything else. All that mattered was that I was his, and I wanted him. His hands roaming all over my body, his mouth devouring and his body fusing with mine, until the world disappeared and it was only us.

I reached for his trouser and pulled it down. Then, I hitched at the size of his cock that was erect, thick and unbearably hard with veins standing out, alive with a fierce heat.

He was massive, so much more than Matthew had ever been, and I couldn't imagine how his pants had managed to cage it in.

I dropped to my knees with my gaze locked on his and wrapped my hand around the thick length of his shaft. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing the rush of desire coursing through me. If this night was destined to be nothing more than a one night stand, then I wanted it etched into my skin. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pleasure I could give, and I wanted to savor every breathless second we had.

I stuck my tongue onto the slit at the top of his cock, licking the pre cum that had gathered there before I started taking the whole head into my mouth.

"Fuck." He moaned out loud in pleasure as I took him in deeper until I could feel him in my throat.

My head moved up and down along his thick shaft in a steady rhythm, each motion deliberate, like a piston driving deeper and harder, feeding his need as much as mine.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me as my head moved faster along his length, each thrust making the hot ache between my thighs intensify. Finally, I pulled away, a glistening strand of saliva trailing from my lips down his cock.

He yanked me up, spun me around, and shoved me onto the bed. I fell back with a muted thud, my pulse racing as he loomed over me, his eyes dark with need.

Then, he parted my legs and rubbed my heavily wet clit with his hand. The feelings crashed over me in waves, leaving me trembling and breathless. I wanted more of him and every part of him.

"Ahhh...God, yes." I moaned loudly as he slid two fingers inside my pussy. They slowly pumped in and out at first then faster until the slurpy sound filled the room.

"Shit." He growled as he took out his wet fingers and rubbed it around my clit."You're so fucking sexy."

"Don't stop," I whimpered, my back arching off the bed as my head fell back, hair spilling over the sheets. I needed more, needed him to keep going until I shattered.

He wrapped his hand around my hips, drawing me closer until I could feel the warmth of his mouth in my pussy.

"Yes..." I cried out, tangling my hand in his hair as he licked my slick folds and his tongue pushed inside my cunt, swirling in slow teasing circles as he tasted the wetness of me.

My body trembled with the urgent need to come, but I clenched my thighs, not wanting it to happen while his mouth was still devouring me.

"Don't hold it back. Do it." Andrew commanded as his tongue pressed against my deepest most sensitive spot.

I couldn't hold it back. My legs trembled as I clutched his shoulders for balance, my orgasm spilling into his mouth. He drank me in, licking up every drop, as if I were his favorite taste. He was too good.

The tremors of release still rippled through me when he slid his finger back inside, deeper, harder, his rhythm suddenly quickening. My hips jerked helplessly, chasing his touch even though my body was already trembling from the aftermath.

"You want this to continue?" His voice was low, taunting, a wicked smirk curving his lips.

A shiver raced down my spine. "Don't stop," I gasped, my voice breaking on the words.

"Say it again," he demanded, his finger curling in that devastating spot that made me arch right off the bed.

"Fuck me," I cried, the words spilling out raw and desperate, my body answering before my mind could catch up.

Andrew's POV

I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy.

Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

She stared up at me, eyes glazed with need and lips parted in silent invitation. The hungry plea in her eyes was too strong to deny and I was ready to claim her, hard and relentless.

I slapped my cock against her soaked pussy and a broken moan spilled from her lips. Guiding myself to her entrance, I pushed in slowly, her whimper breaking as her hole swallowed every inch of me.

"Ahhh.....fuck." I growled as the searing heat of her walls clenched right around me.

She gripped the sheets, her body arching beneath me as I drove into her, each thrust deep and deliberate. Her hair spilled wildly across the bed, her breasts bouncing with every movement.

She cried out my name, her voice breaking with pleasure as I pumped harder, losing myself in the rhythm of her body.

I lifted her leg and hooked it over my shoulder. Then, I drove into her deeper and faster, the slap of my balls against her asshole echoing in the rhythm of her cries. Each plunge pressed me against her sweet spot, making her shudder beneath me.

Her moans spilled out, slurred and needy and her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.

"Yes... fuck me," she begged, her voice breaking as her body arched into mine.

I drove into her harder, my rhythm ruthless with every thrust dragging another cry from her lips. She clutched the sheets, her body trembling under the onslaught.

"Andrew-" her voice cracked, breathless and desperate. "I... it's coming!"

A feral growl ripped from my throat, my desire raw and commanding.

"That's it, baby. Let go," I urged, my pace unrelenting. "Cum for me."

Her climax washed over her in waves, her body arching as she gripped my hand like an anchor.I slammed into her nonstop until with a guttural roar, I buried myself deep one final time and spilled into her, holding her close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion.

I collapsed beside her, panting, every nerve in my body still buzzing. Damn. She was incredible. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient secretary, the one who always hid behind corporate suits, was actually a sexy hottie who was craving me.

I turned to her. Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, her nipples still hard and proud, begging for my touch. It wasn't my first time with a woman, but it was, without question, the best. And I already knew I wanted more.

She caught me staring, and a soft smile curved her lips.

"You fuck real good," she whispered still panting

I smirked, my gaze shamelessly glued to her chest. My hand slid over and closed around one perfect peak, teasing and rolling it between my fingers until she gave a sharp intake of breath.

"You're really not tired, are you?" she teased, her voice soft.

I leaned closer, about to answer with my mouth on hers, but the sudden shrill ring of my phone cut through the moment.

Cursing under my breath, I reached for the device on the bedside table. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Roxie calling. Great.

Roxie was my stepsister. She had a brother, Matthew, who was my step brother and the three of us never got along. I was the oldest while Roxie was the youngest amongst us. Roxie was like the "middle ground." She supported me sometimes but Matthew and I were openly hostile. We hadn't spoken in years. They were my father's children from his mistress, and though I had once tried to make peace with Matthew, I quickly realized he was the complete opposite of what I expected. Petty, arrogant, and impossible to tolerate.

I pulled on my trousers, and stepped onto the balcony to call Roxie back.

"Hello, Andrew." Her high-pitched voice chimed through the line. "How have you been?"

"Good," I replied curtly. She rarely called me, so my guard was already up.

"Where are you?"

"On a trip."

"Mm-hmm." Her tone carried a hint of suspicion, as if she didn't quite believe me. "How's it going?"

"Good," I repeated, more dismissively this time. I didn't want to talk.

She noticed, because her tone shifted. "Well, since you're obviously busy, I'll get straight to the point. Matthew's getting married."

A laugh broke out of me, harsh and mocking. Matthew? Getting married? The same Matthew who couldn't keep a girlfriend longer than a month? The same reckless fool who treated women like toys?

"How's that supposed to concern me?" I asked flatly.

Her pause told me she was waiting for the moment to drop the bomb. Then she said it. "It should concern you. Remember what Dad said? Whoever marries first takes over the company."

My grip tightened around the phone. Shit. How had I let that slip from my mind?

Of course. Matthew wasn't satisfied being the bastard son who forced his way into our family. He still wasn't okay with the fact that father made him the managing director of Blake shopping complex, a mall owned by our family. Now, he wanted more. He wanted everything. My inheritance. My legacy.

And if I didn't move first... he'd take it all.