Always Fraser by A. Steel (electronic reader .txt) 📕

one bit. Good luck trying to get your hands on Fraser now, he's all mine.

We jump in the car and take off back to the office.

“You cooled down a bit, Elly?”

“Cool as a cucumber, Fraser, why wouldn’t I be?”

He shakes his head at me. “Can you try not to piss off our best realtor, please? We need her, Ash won't be happy if I fuck up the sale.”

“Well, hopefully from now on she’ll keep her hands to herself and do her job. I don’t understand why you can’t just get someone else for the job, a male, maybe?”

“Look at you getting all jealous. You know it's harmless, right? You don’t have anything to worry about with Shea.”

“I’m not jealous, Fraser. I just don’t appreciate fake sluts hitting on you, that's all.”

“It's kind of cute that you're so jealous,” he laughs at me. “Now you know how I feel when guys put their hands on you.”

I roll my eyes at him and look out the window. He's starting to piss me off now, I just want to get out of here.

He pulls into the office car park and parks his car.

“You coming in for a bit?”

“I’ve got to be at the café at 2 for the afternoon shift, I better not.”

“Just come in for a sec, I need to show you something important.”

“Okay, just a sec, though, or I’ll be late.” I throw my sketch pad in my car then follow Fraser through the building to his office. He makes himself comfortable sitting on the edge of his desk with a sexy smile on his face. Man, I can't resist his sexy smile and he knows it.

“What have you got to show me, Fraser? I really am going to be late for work at the café.”

He reaches his hands out to me and I hesitate for a second. I know where this is going to lead. Why can't I just walk away? I groan a little, frustrated with myself for giving in so easily, but when I look into his stormy grey eyes, I melt every damn time and he knows it. I put my hands in his. He pulls me in, holding me in place with his strong arms around my waist and softly planting a kiss on my lips.

“I like this," he compliments, running his hands down my skirt. “And the heels are so fucking sexy.” He kisses me again, more aggressively this time, and I run my hands through his hair, playing with the longer bits at the back.

I pull away from him to give myself some space. “Did you bring me here under false pretences, Mr Davis,” I ask, biting my lip for effect.

“Maybe I just wanted to see what you would look like spread out over my desk, your long legs wrapped around my neck, in those sexy-as-fuck heels.” His eyes are intense, and his lips turn up at the side in that sexy smirk of his.

I don’t know why, but the way he says it has my lady parts throbbing with need. What the fuck is wrong with me? Where's the strong independent woman I'm supposed to be who would be mortified at such a comment? All Fraser has to do is talk dirty to me and I'm ready to follow his every instruction. Looks like I'm going to be late for work.

“When are the other boys coming in?” I ask, trying to sound more confident than I am.

“They’re not today.” He walks towards me, closing the gap between us, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for a kiss. Our mouths meet with force, the desperate need we have for each other too strong to resist. I know I shouldn't be doing this in his office, someone could drop in at any time. But as soon as he kisses me, my body softens into him and all logic is gone. I don't care about the consequences. I want him to do bad things to me, wherever and whenever he wants to.

My hands wrap around his waist and roam up his back, feeling the strong muscles through the fabric of his shirt. His hands slide down my back and stop when they get to my arse. He digs his fingers in, kissing me harder. Cupping my arse, lifting me, and turning me round so we’re leaning up against his desk. I can feel how much he needs me, and it's a massive turn-on. I'm dripping wet already, waiting for his next move.

He pulls back slightly, clearing a path on his desk. Then his lips are on my neck, I moan softly as he places kisses down my throat, sucking and nipping at my skin as he goes. At this point, I'm so turned on from him, I'm sure I could come from this alone. His hands roam up under my skirt, and it bunches around my waist as he places a hand on my stomach and lays me back on his desk. I prop up onto my elbows so I can see him. He's so sexy like this between my legs, looking down at me like I'm a delicious meal he's about to devour. My head spins with anticipation.

His smile is wicked. "You try to act like such a good girl, Elly, but I know for me, you’re anything but." He runs his finger over my sensitive spot. "You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you, gorgeous."

"Yes," I whimper.

"He hooks his finger in the side of my panties, dragging them down my legs, then places them in his pocket. "These are now mine." His eyes twinkle with cheeky delight.

Is he kidding, he's going to keep my panties? Before I have time to protest, he lowers to his knees, pushing my legs wider on the table. He lifts one of my legs, placing kisses from my knee down my thigh. His fingers dig into my flesh as he goes. He runs a finger through my dripping wet pussy and my back arches off the table with need. I