DARK DESIRE (snowed in with the billionaire #2) (billionaire erotic romance) by Karolyn James

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    The minutes started to add up, collapsing
into hours. Even in the company of Nathaniel Anders, the
billionaire CEO of HanAn, known to employees as Mr. Nate, Stephanie
still felt uneasy. She still hated storms and she still hated
looking to the windows only to see a deathly blackness. Being high
up in the mountains at what was supposed to be a business meeting
at Wolf Top Lodge, they lacked streetlights, power lines, vehicles,
and other houses; anything that would give some kind of light or
indication of life.
    Then again, the power was out. After a
couple minutes of gentle flickering, giving Stephanie hope that it
would return, it cut out and stayed that way.
    Nathaniel’s warm, sexual hands ran down her
arms to her hands, his fingers interlocking with hers for a few
seconds.
    “All mine,” he whispered into her ear before
tasting her neck again.
    Stephanie had never met such a sexually
aggressive man before, let alone a man as hot or rich as Nathaniel.
She never let herself be opened this way either. Two people stuck
in the lodge for the weekend with a large snow storm passing
through, it was no wonder that something would happen.
Stephanie just never thought it would happen this fast, this
intense, and this damn good.
    “But you’re my boss,” Stephanie said, unsure
if she was talking to Nathaniel, herself, or just stating the
obvious out loud.
    After Nathaniel’s pleasure filled touch from
the bathtub to the bed, Stephanie learned he was the one who set up
the business meeting this weekend. He was the one who ran HanAn,
the company Stephanie worked as a temp for. She had come to,
hopefully, cement a full time job. But all that happened so far was
that Nathaniel – Mr. Nate – cemented his command on
Stephanie.
    And she accepted it.
    And she enjoyed it.
    “I am your boss,” Nathaniel said. “Now start
listening to me.”
    His hands forced Stephanie’s hands to her
hips. He moved up and down, gently caressing Stephanie with her own
hands, the only added touched from Nathaniel being his fingertips.
He took deep breaths, letting his warm breath dance along
Stephanie’s shoulder and back. It made her shiver, an erotic pulse
tingling through her entire body. She blinked and tried to focus at
the mirror but saw nothing.
    It was as black as black could be.
    It had been for a little while now… maybe
five minutes, maybe an hour. All sense of time and surrounding was
gone for Stephanie, the only focus she could grasp, was the feeling
in her body.
    And the feel of Nathaniel enjoying her soft,
warm skin.
    He guided Stephanie’s hand around to the
front of her legs. He squeezed, making Stephanie moan, and
continued to move. As his hands turned hers, she felt her
fingertips moving between her legs. As an instinctive, sexual need,
Stephanie parted her legs, exposing herself to the darkness and the
coming touch of herself and Nathaniel.
    He moved to the inside of her legs and
slowly up, teasing as he made his way to her moist sex. Nathaniel
let out a long groan as their fingers touched Stephanie’s tender
skin.
    “Oh, Steph,” he whispered. His teeth then
nibbled at her earlobe.
    Stephanie cried out and bent her knees,
wanting Nathaniel back inside her. She’d take anything he had to
offer… fingers, tongue, himself …
    “Yes,” she said. “Keep going, please.”
    Nathaniel moved her left hand back to the
inside of her leg but kept her right hand at her slit.
    “Tell me who you are,” he said.
    Nathaniel insisted on calling Stephanie Steph , a name she had loathed up until Nathaniel had himself
buried inside her body, thrusting, pleasuring, and forcing her to
be his Steph.
    “I’m yours,” Stephanie said with a moan.
    Nathaniel came up with his hand on
Stephanie’s, then curled his fingers except his pointer finger. He
touched her outer wetness, her tender skin so sensitive.
    He stopped.
    “I know you’re mine,” Nathaniel said. “But who are you ?”
    There was a growl in his voice, the