Rendezvous in the Clouds: Billionaire Boss Office Romance (Hunter's Catch) Read online

  “Wait…our flight? Mr. Hunter wants me to go with him?”

  “Those were my orders. Fly him and his assistant to St. George and back. That’s you, right?”

  He waited for my response with a slightly curious expression.

  “Yes, of course,” I said, realizing not for the first time how different this new job was going to be from anything else I had done before.

  When he left, I looked around the room and exhaled. I didn’t really have to use the bathroom so I perched on the edge of the bed, not knowing what the heck to do next. I think I may have been there for over five minutes when I heard the pilot greet my boss as he boarded the plane.

  “Hi, Nick. Great day for flying,” he said. Huh, I guess Nick wanted everyone to call him by his first name.

  “Sure is, Joe,” I heard him reply. His deep base voice sent chills through me. I stood and walked out into the cabin.

  “Hi,” I said, feeling suddenly shy. He was dressed way more casually than yesterday in a cream colored linen shirt and perfectly fitting khaki pants.

  “Hi, yourself,” he said. “Ready to go to Bermuda?”

  “Yes, sir. I mean Nick.”

  “Good,” he said and turned to set his briefcase down. I swallowed nervously.

  “But…um, can you tell me when we’re getting back? I need to call my mom so she won’t worry.” I blushed, knowing I sounded like a kid.

  He looked at me and crossed his arms over his wide chest. His expression was inscrutable.

  “You live with your mother?” he said.

  “Yes. I take care of her. She’s not well.”

  He gave a small nod and gazed off in the distance. His voice was tight.

  “Sarah, I made plans to stay overnight. I have early morning meetings in St. George and I need you with me. Are you capable of handling the requirements of this job or not?”

  I blinked and couldn’t speak for a minute. Then I found my voice.

  “Nick. Like I said, I have a sick mother at home. I can’t fly out of the country and back on a whim.” God knows I needed this job, but his arrogance infuriated me. Why did rich guys like him think everything was so easy?

  He turned to look at me. “Does she have a nurse?”

  “She needs me,” I said slowly. “She needs me to make dinner and put out her pills.”

  “And a nurse can’t do that?” he said.

  “Sure!” I said, much louder than I intended. “For twenty-five dollars an hour that I don’t have, a nurse would do that and probably fold our laundry too!”

  Awesome sauce. I just yelled at my boss on my first day of work. He stared at me in silence for a moment. I stood unable to move, waiting for him to tell me I was fired.

  “I’ll make the arrangements,” he finally said softly. “Call your mom and let her know to expect someone at 6pm.”

  I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. With a satisfied smile, he took out his phone.

  “Hi, this is Nick Hunter calling for Dr. Berg,” while waiting, he said, “Dave is the head of Lenox Hill.”

  I lowered myself into one of the chairs, speechless. Lenox Hill was a private hospital in Manhattan that catered to the ultra-rich. In ten seconds, he arranged a private nurse who would take care of my mom while I was flying across the Atlantic Ocean to an island paradise.

  My mother, needless to say, had kittens on the kitchen floor when I called to tell her the news.

  “Please don’t get excited,” I murmured into the phone. “You have to take it easy, remember?” I could hardly understand what she was saying because it sounded like she jumping up and down. All I could make out was, “That’s my girl!” and “Bon voyage!” I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Ok, I’ll see you soon. I love you,” I said, hanging up while she was still crowing with joy. Nick looked at me. He kept his face straight, but his eyes danced.

  “How did she take the news? Everything all right?”

  “She’s being very brave,” I said dryly.

  He smiled. “Good to hear.”

  “Thank you,” I murmured. He shrugged.

  “Not a problem. And we’ll have some time when we get to St. George to buy clothes so you have something fresh to wear for the return trip.”

  My mind whirled. Shopping with my boss? Staying overnight in Bermuda? And where was I supposed to sleep? The last question made a blush climb the ladder of my throat. Nick gave me a slow simmering smile like he could read my every thought.

  Captain Joe poked his head into the cabin.

  “Ready to go?”

  Nick turned around and gave him the thumbs up sign. The pilot touched his fingers to his hat and returned to the cockpit.

  “Ready for lunch?” Nick said to me over the roar of the plane’s engine. All I could do was shrug with a laugh. “Sure!”

  I mean, at this point, he could have asked if I was ready to shoot off to the moon in a rocket and it wouldn’t have surprised me. Or so I thought, because there was one more surprise coming. As the plane took off, my billionaire boss rolled up his sleeves and served me himself.

  We dined on salmon and the freshest salad I had ever tasted in my life. For dessert, he set out a plate of juicy ripe figs with melted Brie and honey. Our conversation flowed easily. I found myself telling him all about my life and growing up in Brooklyn. Once or twice he gave me that special look that made butterflies flutter between my thighs.

  Everything about him attracted me, from the way his Adam’s apple slowly moved in his throat when he swallowed to the way he gripped his water glass. At the end of the meal, he wiped his mouth and set his cloth napkin on the table. “That should hold us over till dinner,” he said. I stood to take our plates to the kitchen. He grabbed my wrist and electric sparks shot through my arm. “Leave it,” he said. His voice turned commanding. “Come sit with me.”

  I lowered the dishes and followed him to the leather sofa. He sat casually with his arm over the back of the seat and his leg crossed at the knee. I felt tongue tied suddenly. Slowly, I perched next to him, my heart skittering in my chest like a squirrel. His gaze pierced me.

  “Sarah, I’m not going to pretend that I’m not attracted to you,” he said. His directness startled me. I couldn’t speak. My nipples, however, responded immediately by puckering and making visible dents in my blouse. It suddenly felt hot in the cabin as sweat beaded the nape of my neck.

  “I know how important this job is to you, though. Our relationship will never be anything more than strictly professional if you don’t want to be with me.”

  I stared at him, goggle-eyed. Like I said earlier, I am the office smart ass and my cynicism just took over. “Are you serious? You could have your pick of any woman in the world? Why me?”

  He leaned back and humiliation washed over me. Of course he didn’t mean that he wanted me to be his exclusive girlfriend. I was just a conquest. Better to just say no in hopes that I could still keep my job, even if I could think of nothing else than him taking off my panties with his teeth. I stared sadly out the window at passing clouds till his soft laugh made me look at him.

  “You remind me of myself,” he said. “You’re sharp, smart and ambitious. I knew you were special the moment I saw you. You are also very, very beautiful.”

  I narrowed my eyes. I know I don’t scare babies in the street and my hair is naturally curly and whatever, but I had never considered myself anything more than cute. He leaned in and lightly stroked my jawline. My breath hitched at his firm, assured touch.

  “Nick,” I murmured, “come on. You date super models.”

  He grimaced. “You mean our publicists set us up on dates. I don’t have anything in common with a nineteen year old that looks like a praying mantis in real life.”

  I laughed out loud. “A what?”

  “You know, away from the camera most models are gangly. Their eyes are weirdly placed far apart, almost on either side of their head, like an insect.” He demonstrated by making circles with his hands over h
is ears. It made me laugh till I had to hold my stomach. That’s when he swooped in and kissed me.

  His firm yet soft lips were deliciously sweet. I breathed in the warm scent of his skin. He smelled like amber and green herbs over a base of pure, unadulterated male. Desire zinged through me and I felt my nipples light up like champagne sparklers. Meanwhile, further down, wetness streaked my inner thighs. My mind grew fuzzy to think about what he could do to my body, if I was this turned on by just one kiss.

  Suddenly, I wanted to touch him all over, to have his hands everywhere. A moan escaped my throat and I felt hot, dizzy and out of control. I gripped his shoulders. They were like granite. He laced his fingers around the back of my head and pulled me in, hungrily commanding my mouth and making me whimper with delight.

  “Sarah,” he whispered, his voice thick and raw. It sent a shiver up my spine and my back arched with pleasure.

  “Come with me now,” he said, taking my hand. He stood and I could see the bulging erection in his pants. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in months and right then I was one big seething hormone, but still.

  “Nick,” I said, trying to clear my head enough to think straight. “You want me to just have sex with you now? I just met you yesterday and…you’re my boss.”

  He tilted my chin up to meet his fiery gaze. He spoke slowly as I trembled.

  “I am a man who gets what he wants. I want you in my bed. I’m also a man who has made a fortune using my instincts. I can tell you want me too. I told you that you always have a choice, Sarah. If you don’t desire me, I’ll leave you alone. But I am not a patient man and I will not play games with you.”

  My brain screamed, desperately trying to find the brakes on the speeding car that was my body. But it was too late. I hurtled into his arms, crashing my mouth against his. Whatever emotional wreckage I would have to crawl out from under afterwards was forgotten as he picked me up effortlessly and carried me to the bedroom.

  ***

  He opened the door with his foot and then kicked it shut behind us. Nick laid me on the bed, taking off my pumps. His hungry gaze traveled over my body from my scalp to my toes. My chest rose and fell rapidly as my breath came out in soft, clicking gasps.

  “I want to be gentle with you, Sarah. But you make me feel like a caveman,” he murmured thickly. Every nerve in my skin shimmied in ecstasy as leaned over me and grazed his fingertips along my throat. He knelt at the edge of the bed and kissed me. The touch of his lips against mine electrified my lower spine and flooded molten heat through my core.

  He growled into my mouth and I gasped. I flung my arms around his neck as he crushed me to him, crawling onto the bed and then on top of me. His weight pushed me into the mattress as he placed his forearms on either side of my head and cradled my skull in his hands. My breasts mashed against the smooth hard muscles of his chest as the length of his steely shaft pressed urgently against my thigh.

  Nick thrust his tongue into my mouth, shooting it in and out as I groaned and writhed beneath him. My skirt hitched up as our pelvises moved together and my thighs fell open for him. The first feel of his cock pressing directly against my clit over my wet panties made sparks of colored light dance behind my eyes. I arched my back and pressed my hardened nipples against him, reveling in how strong he was, how amazingly sensual he made me feel.

  He trailed hot kisses over my face and jawline as his fingers popped open the buttons on my blouse. Working his way down, his lips followed his hands, pressing them to every inch of my newly exposed skin. When he got to my quivering stomach he sat up, straddling my thighs and pressed one palm against my lower belly and the other over my heart. The energy from his hands coursed through me like lightening.

  His eyes were filled with fire. I had never known anyone so passionate. He took my breath away. Nick gently lifted me and lowered my open blouse off my shoulders. Pressing me to his chest, he unclasped my bra and tossed it off the bed. A deep growl of approval escaped his throat as my breasts bounced freely into his hands.

  “You are so lovely,” he murmured, laying me back against the bed. The stiffened tips of my nipples jutted in the air, as hard and rosy as coral. Nick lowered himself over me and wrapped his lips around one, drawing it deeply into his mouth. I moaned with pleasure and clutched his head to my breast. My fingers entangled his thick, soft curls. They tickled my throat as he turned his face to lap one nipple, then the other.

  His tongue sent tiny explosions straight to my pulsating clit. Shamelessly, I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground against his rock hard abs. He lifted his body and pressed his crotch firmly against mine, making me moan out loud.

  “Is this what you want, Sarah?” he panted.

  “Yes,” I cried out, not even recognizing my own voice. His fingers found the side clasp on my skirt. I had to stifle a giggle, because the damn thing was pretty much bunched around my waist. He had to lower the hem to my knees like a prim schoolmarm in order to unzip me.

  His eyebrows shot up. “What’s so funny? Ticklish?”

  I shook my head silently, but then laughed till I felt almost hysterical, like any moment I could also just burst into tears or start screaming. So much had happened in less than twenty-four hours with this man who until yesterday was an absolute stranger who I had only read about in newspapers, as much a part of my life as the Queen of England. It felt like anything was possible and nothing seemed real.

  Nick drew me into his arms and held me. His hands ran large soothing circles over my shoulders and back.

  “Do you want to stop?” he whispered, his warm breath soft in my ear.

  “No,” I said. Every muscle, sinew and nerve in my body was on fire for him. I couldn’t deny it. Nick Hunter had me, body and soul. I shuddered beneath him as he pushed me softly against the mattress and hooked his fingers in my waistband. Holding my gaze, he slowly pulled my skirt down my legs and tossed it to the foot of the bed.

  I grabbed the sheets, twisting the linen in my fingers as he ran his tongue over my stomach and clutched my thighs, parting them. His nose nuzzled the drenched fabric of my panties.

  “God, you smell amazing,” he murmured. Then I felt his tongue press against my clit through the material. He looked up at me. His eyes were as dark as thunderclouds and they flashed like lightening.

  “Tell me you want me to taste you,” he growled.

  My thighs quivered as I gasped, “Yes, Nick. I want you to taste me.”

  “Take it off,” he ordered. My stomach did flip-flops and my heart pounded in my throat. I tugged my panties over my thighs as his searing gaze burned my flesh. Nick greedily tore them the rest of the way off, the fabric ripping in his hands.

  I clamped my hand over my mouth as he held my thighs apart and parted my soaked cleft with his tongue. His mouth drew in my pulsating clit, sucking it between his full lips. I could barely hear my cries of ecstasy over the pounding of my blood rushing between my ears. His hand ran up my body and pinched my nipple. The sensation boomeranged between my breast and clit in an infinite circle of pleasure.

  His rock hard shoulder flexed beneath my grasp as he slid two fingers inside me. Tantalizingly slow, he thrust them in and out as his flattened tongue lapped my clit like an ice cream cone. My body felt like it was floating in space. The only thing that tethered me to the earth was his mouth. Never had I felt so sexually free. I grasped my breasts, rolling and pinching my jutting nipples between my fingertips.

  Nick jerked his head back to watch me, his chin gleaming with my juices.

  “Touch yourself. Show me,” he said thickly and took my hand, placing my fingers over where his tongue had been. I stroked myself, lightly at first and then with his encouragement, harder and faster as he darted his tongue inside me to bathe my clit and fingers with the juices of my arousal.

  My stomach muscles clenched as I raised my chest off the bed and leaned on my elbow to stare into Nick Hunter’s hypnotic eyes. Our gaze collided like planets as a wave of the most intense and delicious sensation
I had ever experienced swelled in my clit and crested in my heart, roaring over me till I was tumbling over and under in bliss, crying out and then sputtering till I was breathless and spent.

  The bed spun around me as I fell back, stunned by what had just happened. My hands still clutched the back of Nick’s head as he laid his forehead against my inner thigh and blew cool air over my pussy that sent tingly shivers up my spine and glimmering showers of falling stars behind my closed eyes.

  He lazily traced a fingertip over my mound and up the center of my body, circling one nipple and then the other. The hum of the plane’s engine sent gentle vibrations through our bodies as we drifted in space, content to be quiet and at peace holding each other.