Peter (Members From Money Book 29) Page 8

  “Mr. Schulz, I am sorry to interrupt you, but they are waiting for you in the conference room.”

  “Tell them to go on without me.” His voice was hoarse and he was still trembling.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He turned back to her. “We need to talk.”

  “We need to do more than talk-”

  “Stop!” He swore beneath his breath. “I cannot have you working for me when I feel this way about you.”

  “So you want me to take the job at the commercial airline.”

  “Yes. No-” He broke off abruptly and let her go to go and looked out the window. The place looked cold and stark indicating that they were going to be getting some early snow.

  He turned back to face her and felt the overpowering need to drag her into his arms! “I want you,” he told her abruptly. “I have an apartment a few miles from here. I want you to go there and wait for me.”

  “No,” she told him decisively.

  “What?”

  “No, Peter.” She picked up her jacket and pocketbook. “I am not that kind of woman.”

  He strode over swiftly and hauled her close to him. “I want you beneath me,” he told her crudely.

  “I am aware of that.” Leah’s heart hammered inside her throat. “But we need to sort this out. What is the arrangement? Do I get to work on the aircraft or what?”

  “We will discuss that later. Please, I need to see you. I will call the apartment to leave instructions that you are to be let into my suite. I will be there at seven and I expect you to be there.” They stared at each other for a moment and then Leah nodded.

  “Where is it?”

  He told her. “I want you to spend the night.”

  “So I am the latest to be spending the night?”

  “You are the first,” he bit out.

  “Good.” She angled her head and looked at him. “I need to freshen up before going out there.”

  “Use my bathroom. I have a meeting.”

  He waited until she had fixed herself up before leaving. Leah walked on trembling legs out of his office, her mind in a turmoil.

  Chapter 7

  Leah walked around the huge luxurious apartment and touched each strategically placed furnishing slowly. She had spent an agonizing amount of time at her apartment wondering if she was making the right move and then a further few hours deciding what to wear. She had finally decided on faded denims and a bulky black sweater and knee length boots. She had packed an overnight case with a filmy lavender nightgown and matching panties. She had stopped and stared at the contents for a moment with the realization that she was packing for a seduction trip! She might be out of a job depending on what he decided. But all she could think about was being with him!

  He had the penthouse suite naturally and the apartment, although the height of luxury, was very impersonal without any personal photos scattered around. There were a few pricey artworks on the living room walls and some along the corridor leading to the suite of rooms. His bedroom was painted in a cool grey that looked more like ash grey mixed with dove grey and gave the appearance of more space. A huge king sized bed dominated the room and his closet was larger than her tiny apartment with a few suits hanging from the rails. From what she had learned about him was that he had apartments in several places and never stayed at one place for too long. She left the suite and went into the kitchen. A housekeeper maybe had left a dish of lasagna in the warmer and a bottle of wine cooling in the cooler. There was nothing for her to do and she felt like an interloper in the large ultra-modern kitchen. An electronic fire blazed in the hearth, giving the place a warm glow. She decided to make herself some hot chocolate while she waited. He had called her a few hours ago to make sure she was there and said he would be there before seven. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost six. She put the kettle to boil and took out a packaged powdered chocolate from the pantry and made the beverage. She had finished sipping the hot chocolate and rinsed out the cup when she heard the doorknob turning. She moved from the sink and stood there in the kitchen. She had taken off her boots and her sweater and was wearing the camisole she had worn underneath. Her long black hair was loose around her face and in her stocking feet she seemed so much smaller. He stopped at the doorway and stared at her. She looked so young, he thought with a pang.

  “I helped myself to some hot chocolate. I hope you don’t mind,” she told him softly. He had shed his jacket and tie and loosened two of the buttons on his shirt. Somehow the move made him look slightly more approachable.

  He shook his head no as he came further inside the room.

  “I think your housekeeper made lasagna and there is a bottle of wine cooling in the bucket.” She knew she was talking too much but she could not seem to stop!

  One hand reached out to finger the ends of her hair. “Would you like to eat?” she whispered.

  “No.” His deep voice was low in his throat. “I could not stop thinking of being with you.”

  “Neither could I.” Her throat was too dry! “Peter-”

  He hauled her up close to him and bent his head to feather his lips against her cheek and as she arched her head as his lips wandered down her neck. Leah gasped as he nibbled at the base of her throat, using his tongue to taste the hollow there. He stopped suddenly, leaving her bereft, but he only did so that he could bend and lift her into his arms carting her off as if she weighed a little more than a feather to his bedroom. He did not stop until he reached the bed where he placed her on it before stepping back to take off his shirt and pants.

  “We need to talk-”She struggled up onto her elbows, her eyes wandering over his chest as he took off his white t-shirt. He was deeply tanned and she suspected that it was partly due to his German heritage and maybe to lying naked in the sun somewhere. His chest was powerful with a sprinkling of dark hairs going down to a V at his pubic area. He took off his pants and his socks and left his white underwear on. Leah moaned a little at the bulge she saw there.

  “Take off your clothes,” he told her hoarsely.

  He did not wait for her to do so but unbuckled her jeans and pulled them down. He flung the pants on the carpeted floor, turning back to pass his large hands over her flawless skin. His dark blue eyes met hers as he pulled her camisole over her head, his eyes zeroing on her small breasts. Her puckered nipples showed through the thin white lace and he reached out to pass his fingers over them before getting rid of the bra. He bent his head and touched his mouth to one nipple causing her to arch her body towards him. He teased her slowly, using his tongue to slide over the rigid flesh before taking the nipple between his teeth. Leah gasped and clutched at the sheets tightly feeling her body vibrating with need. He suckled her slowly at first and then urgently, his teeth scraping against her flesh. Leah felt the tension building up inside her body clamoring for release! But it was not to be forthcoming just yet as he lifted his head and released her puckered nipple wet with his saliva. He pulled down the wisp of underwear she had on and passed his hand over her pubic area, cupping it, his eyes on hers before he moved away and took off his underwear. He was big! Leah moaned in shock and wondered in panic if she would be able to accommodate him. He had not said anything to her, even now he did not try to reassure her that he was not going to hurt her. He eased her legs open and tested her readiness by putting a finger inside her. But she was already soaking wet! His finger glided in easily making slicking sounds as he explored her wet warmth. His face was harsh and intense with the passion pouring through his body. He was trying his best to rein in the incredible raw passion and desire he was feeling, something that was entirely new to him! He put another finger inside her and increased the pace, watching her lips open as she panted. His thumb caressed her mound and she reared up in shock at the double assault! His movements were ruthless and edgy, intent on stripping her of every vestige of control. She cried out sharply and reared up as the orgasm slammed inside her so hard that it felt as if it was going to push her toward the ground. He
continued to thrust into her until the orgasm petered down to something slow that hummed inside her body. She moaned as he took his fingers out and used the moisture from her to lubricate the length of his penis before coming over her. He laid there suspended for a moment before entering her slowly, an inch at a time. He gritted his teeth as her tightness wrapped around him and pulled him in. He felt as if he was being sucked into the maelstrom that had taken a hold over his entire body. His heart slammed inside his chest as he went in deeper inside her! Leah opened her legs wider and then lifting them she clasped them around his waist, clamping him tight as she lifted her body against his. He moved then, his head lowering to hers and taking her lips in a kiss that robbed her of her very breath! She moved against him, her fingers digging into his muscled shoulders. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to her, trying to steady the frantic pace just a little but it was no use! His control slipped away and he pushed deeper into her causing her to cry out, her cries swallowed inside his mouth. He could not stop, could not slow down as the maddening desire slammed into his body and took over! He had always been able to make love with an expertise that was contained and unemotional, but this was something that grabbed hold of him and threatened to drag him under! He felt the tightness of his testicles and the acceleration of his heartbeat and braced himself for the volcanic orgasm that rushed through him at the same time it did her! He tore his mouth from hers and brought her closer to him, his mouth seeking the flesh above her left breast. He bit down hard, his mind in a fog, barely hearing her cry of pain as he poured himself inside her until there was nothing left of him!

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  He wanted more! He waited a few minutes for them both to recover and turning her over, he took her from behind, bracing his hand against the small of her back as he stroked inside her with deliberate strokes. The condom he had put on had slipped off halfway during their frantic ride but he did not seem to care. He was past caring, he was past thinking about anything else than being with her! His penis seemed to point to her even after they had finished, even after they had been wrung dry! He passed his hands over her buttocks and gripping her hips he lifted her up against him. Leah turned her head towards him and he took her lips with his roughly, devouring her lips. She felt the pain of his lovemaking and the stiffness of her body. Her flesh still stung where he had bit down on her flesh but nothing compared to the incredible pleasure that he had showed her! She reached her hands up and wrapped them around his neck as she returned his moves and the raw passionate kiss. She wanted this to go on for the entire night and never stop! Nothing had ever felt so wonderful! She felt him stiffen and his mouth pulled at hers as he reached deep into her and emptied himself inside her again. She came right after him, her body weak and trembling as the orgasm battered at her!

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  He moved her hand from his chest slowly not wanting to wake her. She was exhausted and so was he. They had barely eaten the delicious lasagna and drank a glass each of the white wine before he had taken her again, this time feasting off her delectable body. With her he felt like he could go all night! He reached for the robe to cover his nakedness and belted it around his waist. He made his way quietly out of the darkened room and closed the door behind him softly. He went into the kitchen to pour some more wine. He had some thinking to do, he felt raw and exposed and confused, more than he had ever felt in his thirty years. He drank the wine slowly. He wanted her, she was like a drug inside his bloodstream! He could take her for a mistress if she agreed! She had to! He knew she felt it too, that rush of feelings and emotions that seemed to encompassed them. He could take care of her, set her up with money and clothes and jewelry. He could take her with him whenever he was going to Europe. She did not have to work again. He tossed back the wine and poured some more. He could not sleep, not when his body was so wired and flattened by desire. Even being near her put demands on his body and emotions. With a stifled groan, he made his way back into the bedroom where he stood by the bed looking down at her. She had slept off the comforter and her petite curves were there for him to see. He felt his penis stir against the robe. He took it off and folded it at the foot of the bed before joining her. She stirred and murmured and he pulled her into his arms. She snuggled against him and it took some time for him to fall asleep.

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  She came into the kitchen the next morning wearing one of his shirts. The light blue cotton enveloped her petite frame and her long dark hair was tangled around her face. He was sitting at the counter with an iPad in his hand and wearing a robe. His dark hair was mussed and he looked sleepy and sexy! He looked up and saw her there, his eyes wandering over her petite frame and almost smiling at the way his shirt almost swallowed her small frame. “Do you want some coffee?” His tone was cool and polite and she could almost forget that he was the same man who had transported her to so much ecstasy!

  “Yes. Thank you.” She climbed up on the bench opposite him and waited as he went for the pot.

  “My housekeeper does not come in until the afternoon.” He handed her the cup. “I don’t really eat breakfast, but if you want I can order something.”

  “No, that’s fine.” She wrapped her fingers around the cup and sipped the coffee. “We need to talk.”

  “Yes.” He finished his coffee and put away the device. “I have a meeting in two hours so I will make this as quick as possible. I want you to finish working out the year and then I want you to stop working. I will transfer some money into your account for you to buy anything you need. Whenever I travel to Europe, I would like you to accompany me. I want us to be discreet for now until I see where this is going.”

  “You want me to be your mistress?” Leah had sat there listening to him talking about their having a relationship in that cold impersonal voice of his and had wanted to pour the hot coffee all over him!

  “Something like that.” He inclined his head gracefully as if he had just offered her the world on a platter!

  “Who the hell do you think you are!” Her dark brown eyes flashed as she stared at him.

  “What?” He blinked at her.

  “You sit there telling me the rules and without even asking me but telling me exactly what you want. You have some nerve, Peter Schulz.”

  His mouth tightened as he looked at her. “I thought you would be in agreement.”

  “You thought wrong.” She put aside the cup. “Thanks for the coffee and you can take your offer and shove it-”

  “Watch it,” he interrupted her softly as he got to his feet as soon as she did. “You might end up saying something you regret.”

  “I already regret ever meeting you!” she cried. “I regret accepting that stinking job and getting on that fancy airplane. I regret ever laying eyes on you, Peter Schulz! You are a cold unfeeling bastard!” She spun on her heels and went hurriedly into the bedroom to put her clothes on. The nerve of that man, she thought as she searched around for her clothes. She was so busy fuming that she never noticed that he had come into the room until he took her by one arm. She fought him but he captured her flaying fists easily and held them in one hand.

  “Stop.” His tone was quiet but authoritative. When she refused, he simply lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed and coming over her, he parted the shirt and cupped her breasts weighing them in his palms. He bent his head and took her lips with his before using his mouth to wander down her chin and her neck and then her nipples. His hand went between her legs to part them, using his fingers to stroke her mound before entering her sex. Leah wished she could resist him, she wished she could tell him to get the hell away from her, but it was too late for that now. She reached up to clasp his neck eagerly, opening her legs for his easy access. He ducked out of her hold and let his mouth wander over her flat stomach until he reached her pubic area. His breath fanned her skin and sent a shiver up and down her spine. When his tongue teased her mound and then entered her, she was totally destroyed! He reached beneath her buttocks to cup and bring her closer to his
mouth as his tongue darted into her rapidly. Leah screamed, her fingers curling into the sheets and her body fragmenting! His teeth scraped her mound and she erupted, her body spinning out of control! She babbled his name over and over again as the wave threatened to engulf.

  “Peter, no!” she gasped as her body lurched and fell headlong through the storm he stirred inside her. He cleaned her up before coming over her and entering her slowly, his eyes holding hers. He bent his head to take her parted lips with his, and wrapping his arms around her he carried them both above and beyond!

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  He did not make his meeting. He called his secretary and canceled and returned to bed with her. He never did anything like that before and he tried to push the troubling thought away that this tiny woman had him so twisted up in knots that he was doing things that he would never have done before.

  “I am not going to be your mistress,” she murmured drowsily as she snuggled into his chest. He had his arms wrapped around her waist loosely.

  “There might be a child,” he told her.

  She lifted her head to look at him startled. “That’s right, we totally forget about using protection after those two times. You are okay with that?”

  He shrugged a little bit. “I am not sure. I don’t like getting a child involved when I am not sure where-”

  “You are not sure where this is going,” she interrupted him. She braced her hands on his chest as she looked down at him. “I am not mistress material, Peter, and I like to work.”

  “Some women would kill for something like this,” he told her arrogantly.

  “I am not some woman and I like to be independent.”

  “You are just a stewardess,” he told her arrogantly.

  Her tapered brows arched as she looked at him. “So, that’s not a career? And for the record we prefer to be called flight attendants. This world is made up of all sorts, Peter. Billionaires like you and flight attendants like me. There are even some maids in the mix and garbage collector. Look at that!”