Hart's Desires: Volume Two - To The Limit: Hart's Desires: A Billionaire Romance, #2

By Ana Vela

Volume Two of the Hart's Desires series!

Olivia Miles just wanted a normal 9-5 job, something that may lead to a career for the recent college graduate. Little did she know, but she was about to get a lot more than she bargained for...!

After her wild and kinky late night encounter with the wealthy CEO Paul Hart, Olivia couldn't get him, his good looks or his erotic desires out of her head. But why would he want to date her, when he could date models and movie stars?

She was just the girl next door and why would a good girl like her want a man like him?

No matter his reasons, she couldn't stop thinking about him, the kinky things they did, and how she was willing to do anything for him.

Will he put her loyalty to the test?

Fans of Bella Andre, Rachel Gibson, and Kristan Higgins will love this steamy, spicy romance series with strong, independent woman and sexy alpha heroes.

Praise for Hart's Desires:
"Things heat up fast and I liked the storyline...Good characters and great chemistry throughout. Plus it's very erotica and sexy."

Warning: This book contains explicit adult situations. Read at your own risk...or delight!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roja Publishing
• Release date: Jul 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501495083

Book preview

~ Vol. 2 – To The Limit ~

Most people would learn their lesson after showing up late to their first date of work. I wasn’t one of those people. I slept through my alarm and when I finally woke up I only had twenty minutes to get ready for work. Some people could get ready in that much time. Again, I wasn’t one of those people. I like to take my time in the morning. However, this morning I scrambled around my apartment getting ready, taking a quick shower, rushed through my makeup and hair routine, but took my time deciding what to wear.

I wanted Paul to notice me so I had to pick out the perfect outfit from my closet. Unfortunately, I didn’t have that much to pick from in my closet. I maxed out my credit card on professional looking clothes before I started, yet I barely had a week’s worth of clothes appropriate to wear to work.

I wished I had something like what my coworker Samantha wore yesterday. She wore a tight black mini-dress, that she made look office friendly with a matching suit jacket. Even with the jacket, she still looked more sexy than professional, yet none of our bosses complained, especially not Paul. She drew all of the looks from the men, not just Paul either. However, she probably could’ve worn an old t-shirt and ratty jeans and still any male that walked into the lobby would’ve been drawn to her. She had the look - tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a body that looked more appropriate for a Playboy spread than the office. She looked like something out of every male’s fantasy, next to her, I didn’t have a chance.

Out of my closet, I picked out a black skirt, not nearly as short or as sexy as the dress she had worn yesterday, the matching suit jacket and a plain white top. None of it showed off my feminine figure, absolutely nothing sexy about it. I wanted to pick out the perfect outfit, but since that wasn’t a possibility, I went with what the best that I owned.

I dug through my underwear drawer looking for something sexy to wear. If I had known that anyone, especially anyone named Paul Hart was going to see me in my underwear yesterday, I would’ve worn something sexier than the plain white satin bra that I wore because of it’s comfortable fit and the just as plain matching thong.

Thinking about last night sent a wave of excitement through my whole body, originating between my legs. If I wasn’t running late, I would’ve spent some alone time, satisfying the lust growing inside of me. Thinking of the way Paul tied my hands behind my back, how is cock felt inside of me, even the spanking turned me on.

In the back of the drawer, I found a tiny black lace bra and an extremely revealing g-string, still with tags. My ex, Brian bought the outfit for me for Valentine’s Day earlier this year. At the time, we were fighting. I expected chocolates, a nice card or something, anything more romantic. When I opened the box, I looked at the skimpy fabric, the sizes were right, but that was the only thing right about that gift. I flung it on to my desk and forgot all about it.

I forgot all about it until that night when my roommate and I came home drunk. She was single, technically I was in a relationship with Brian, but I might’ve well have been single too. While all the happy couples went out for dinner, we went to a bar. My roommate saw the lingerie and said I should try it on, then take pictures to send to Brian so he could see what he was missing out on. After too many mixed drinks and a handful of shots, it seemed like a good idea.

I felt sexy in the lingerie and let my roommate take a number of photos. Luckily, I passed out before I sent the photos to Brian. Thinking of him with pictures of me in just a bra and thong grossed me out. I had no doubt that he would share all of those pictures with his friends if I had sent them.

I put the matching set on and while the g-string didn’t fit comfortably and bra was made for looks, not comfort or support, I looked amazing in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. I knew a repeat encounter with Paul wasn’t likely, but I wanted to be ready just in case.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn’t look like the girl next door. I looked hot and sexy. I looked at my bare ass, a shade of red from the night before and only a little soreness.

I finished getting dressed and hurried out the door. In the morning commute, I may have been the happiest person to ever be stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. I played the cheesy pop music loud and danced around my car. I was giddy because I knew even with the traffic I left early enough where I would arrive on time and eager that I might get to see Paul okay. Okay, I wanted to do more than just see him again.

Paul of course wasn’t waiting for me in the lobby. Samantha was already behind the large receptionist desk we shared. I didn’t expect her to greet me with a smile, but I did expect her to at least say hello. Instead, she handed me a stack of paper, all which I needed to sort, then file. After what happened between us last night, I expected a little more. I at least wanted to be able to ask her if Paul was already here, but she gave me all the signs that I should just leave her alone and not talk to her.

I went to work on the stack of papers, however, I kept my head up just in case Paul walked in.

He didn’t and when a package with his name came in, Samantha grabbed it and headed towards the elevator.

I didn’t see Paul anywhere in the building nor did I see him leave that night. It wasn’t until the next day that I found out via a press release on the company website that Paul was on the other side of the country opening a new office of Paul Hart Technologies, Inc. Finding out via press release was a distinct reminder that he wasn’t my boyfriend.

Paul didn’t return to the office until Friday. Then like on Monday, the world stopped spinning when he walked into the lobby. Samantha and I both looked up at the same time and saw him. It had only been four days since the last time I saw him, but he looked even better than I remembered. Around him, a glow or a mystique of of power, wealthy and sexuality. I wondered how many women in the building had a crush on him. It would hard to ignore his natural good looks, perfectly styled hair and well toned body from the gym.

She grinned as Paul and his entourage raced through the lobby. I didn’t have a grin. I fixed my hair, flattened my skirt. What if he came over? All week I wanted to talk to him again, but now I didn’t know what I would say to him or if I would be able to say anything to him. Just him looking at me and remembering what happened Monday night made my heart pound with nervousness, but also between my legs I felt other effects. I still wanted him, even if he was into what some might describe as kinky activities. Who was I kidding? Before my explicit encounter with him, I would’ve described them as kinky too.

In the end, I didn’t have to say anything to him. He looked quickly at us, waved his hand to acknowledge us, but kept talking on his phone. He kept walking right past our desk and to the elevators. We watched him until he walked into the elevator and the doors shut. He didn’t look back once.

I understood. I knew that he didn’t want anyone to know about his secret desires. He made that very clear when he reminded me of the N.D.A. when I stumbled into his office that night and saw Samantha on her knees with him inside her mouth. I was relieved when he didn’t stop, my tongue was tied in knots, but at the same time it hurt. I had never had a guy ignore me after sex. Of course, this wasn’t like anything with my two ex-boyfriends. When I had sex with them it was in the middle of a relationship. What happened the other night in Paul’s office, was just three adults giving into their lusts and pleasuring each other. There was no romance, no feelings for each other. At least that’s what I had to keep reminding myself. I couldn’t deny that I felt more than just lust for Paul, no matter how much I told myself otherwise.

I went back to work, responding to emails or forwarding them to the right department or person. Samantha stared at her computer screen. I didn’t know what to say to her. I knew she had to have feelings for him too. She never told me how long her and Paul had been sleeping together. I’m sure she didn’t like me joining their fun and anything I could say now, would just make things worse.

She mumbled something that I didn’t understand then grabbed her purse and headed towards the doors. I looked up at the clock on my computer and realized that she was taking her lunch break an hour early.

She came back and spent the rest of the day focused on her work. She barely spoke to me or the people that visited our desk, completely unlike her. Right at five, she picked up her stuff and left. She didn’t head towards the elevator and Paul’s office this time, instead she went straight out the glass doors. I hoped she wouldn’t be like this for too long, she was no fun to be around and more importantly I had to do my share and most of her share of the work today.

She left me with enough work that I didn’t finish until well after most of the building had emptied out. I was gathering up my things when the elevator dinged and it’s doors opened. I expected to see more random coworkers filing out of it and racing towards the front door. Instead I saw him.

I didn’t know what I should do? Should I just go on and pretend I didn’t see him? He probably didn’t want to see or talk to me out in the open. I told myself not to get my hopes up even as he started to walk my way.

Olivia, his sleek, sexy voice said.

Mr. Hart.

Please call me Paul.

Sure. I tried to sound calm and professional, yet I melted on the inside.

Can I walk you to your car?

Of course, I said and then remembered what my car looked like. I owned a twelve year old Civic with a rust trim and an interior ceiling that was falling apart. Not to mention that the interior was a mess because...well really there was no because other than that I lacked the motivation to clean it.

He waited for me while I grabbed my purse and made sure everything at the front desk would be fine until Monday