Chapter 4

Four

Wynter

A t seven sharp I entered the Eclipse for the first time. Warm lighting welcomed me into the cozy side lounge where several guests enjoyed evening pre-dinner drinks. I've worked here for a year and never ventured out of the accounting department in the south wing and no wished I used my off hours for a little more socializing.

I took a stool by the bar, feeling anything but calm and composed. Maybe on the outside I looked like I belonged here, but on the inside freight trains zigzagged through my insides.

Why am I here? And of all things trying to seduce my boss?

Nerves wracked my body all day long. I discreetly tugged at the hem of my dress waltzing up my thigh and hoped I didn't make a spectacle of myself in my silver stilettos if Mateo wants to do much of any walking. My usual attire of flats and dress slacks hasn't given me much practice. But at least they made my legs look about a mile long.

Fresh garland and silver ornaments like the moon elegantly hung or glinted through the entire lounge. In the corner, a piano player smoothly transitioned from "I'll Be Home for Christmas" to "Silent Night" at the perfect volume to create a holiday atmosphere without overpowering conversations. Beyond the windows overlooking Luna's winter wonderland, fat snowflakes fell, their crystalline beauty sparkling in the massive amount of white lights covering the old mansion, lending a hint of magic to the night.

The scenery held me captive until the bartender's voice pulled me back to reality. "The gentleman at the end of the bar would like to buy you another martini, Miss."

I peered down to the end of the bar, hoping to see Mateo, but instead a heavyset man with a disastrous comb-over raised a glass to me. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I didn't want to be rude and my throat was dry. Another martini certainly sounded good. But I wasn't much of a drinker.

"Oh, that's okay. I'll have to pass, but?—"

"No," a deep accented voice spoke up behind me, cutting me off, "she most certainly will not let him buy her a martini."

Mateo stepped up behind me, his tone that of someone used to having his orders obeyed, sending a shiver over my skin. "I'll take care of her tab."

The bartender gave a nod and moved off to serve another customer. I pivoted on my seat to face my boss.

Oh my fucking God . I'd always found him handsome, but I think this was the closest I'd ever been to him. Let's just say handsome did not do the man justice. If I were wearing panties, they'd be soaked right now. He wore a navy blue three-piece suit that looked as if it was sewn directly onto his frame, fitting perfectly over his broad shoulders and tapering impeccably to his waist. This close, I got to see the fine lines of fatigue around his fathomless blue eyes. His lips were pressed into a grim line, leaving me in no doubt of his displeasure at finding me the object of another man's attention when he arrived.

He stared hard at my face for just long enough to make me squirm a bit before he slowly allowed his gaze to travel down my body, lingering on my neck, the bare expanse of my shoulders and then on my breasts, plump and pushed up and out by the dress, as if on offer to him. By the time his eyes came back up to meet mine, they'd turned into blue flames, his desire plain to see.

I licked my lips and squeezed my legs together in anticipation, the friction of my thighs making me painfully aware of the wetness that pooled there from just one heated look.

Lord help me. What does this man do to me? At the moment, if he wanted to fuck me right there on the barstool in front of everyone, I just might let him.

"Ready, Angel?" His words were clipped and I realized before now he'd never spoken to me directly. He might be even more gorgeous close up than I thought, but he definitely wasn't much of a verbal charmer. Well, um, unless you counted the way he'd charmed me out of my panties before he even got here.

I smiled softly, grabbing my clutch from the bar. I slid off the stool and my dress inched higher. I smoothed it down as best I could, but Mateo gave a throat-deep sound, stepped directly in front of me, removing his suit coat.

"Put this on." He set it over my shoulders as he led me away from the bar.

"It's o-okay," I stammered. "I'm not cold."

Mateo leaned close, his lips grazing my ear. "Every asshole in this place has a hard-on because of you in that dress."

I gave the room a sweeping glance. Maybe a few heads turned our way, but come on. Me? Nah. They all stared at Mateo as if he just walked off the silver screen. Billionaire status can do that to a man, I guess.

Outside the bar, my heels tapped on the polished marble floor. The air seemed cooler and I drew Mateo's suit jacket with its silk inner lining around me. His hand on my lower back guided me into a waiting elevator.

The doors slid closed, locking us away from any prying eyes of hotel staff or guests. Mateo took a key from his vest pocket and inserted it into the elevator control panel.

"Are you locking us in here?" I shrugged off his jacket and handed it to him. He took it from me and hung it from a hook above the panel of buttons.

"I'm making sure we're not interrupted. Now, I have a question for you." He unbuttoned his shirt at the wrists, rolling it back to expose his muscular forearms.

I pressed myself against the back of the elevator as my nerves fought their way to the surface again. Mateo did not look pleased.

"Are you Winter Angel?"

"I am," I whispered. My throat dry as the dessert. I really wished I could've had that second martini. Mateo stood close, his warmth brushing against me. So male. So overpowering.

"I have a question for you, too." My voice sounded tentative even to my own ears. I cleared my throat and dug deep for some courage before I managed to ask my question. "Why are you so angry with me?"

Mateo's blazing eyes blinked. He took another long look from my head down to my toes.

"You don't think I'm pretty?" I bit my lip, all my insecurities cutting off my breath in my chest.

I barely uttered the words when Mateo has me in his arms. He pressed me so hard against the wall of the elevator the brass handrail bit into my ass.

The surprise caused me to jerk and when I did, his hands slid over my ass, causing me to grind into his massive erection.

Oh, God. Help me. I am about to sin in an elevator and I'm pretty sure there had to be a camera.

"I don't like being lied to, Angel," he gruffed. His face hovered just inches from mine, his kissable lips there and so so tempting. "You're no virgin."

"I am. I swear." Heat tinged my cheeks at my admission, but before I had a chance to compose myself, Mateo's knee nudged my legs apart. His blue eyes bore into mine. His hand ran down my hip, paused long enough to squeeze my ass before his hand teased underneath the hem of my dress. He took his time working his way up my bare inner thigh, causing me to breathe heavily. And then finally, oh yes. His fingers whisper over my waxed folds and I feel everything. Oh. MY. God. No one ever told me I would be so sensitive.

Warm fingers stroked through my slick lips, and I can feel I'm turning every shade of red with how wet I already am for a man I supposedly don't know. What must he think of me?

"You're not wearing any panties." His voice came thick with supreme confidence.

"You told me not to," I offered with a small smile.

His fingers traveled down the insides of my thighs before his thumb unerringly found my clit, eliciting a throaty moan from me. I gripped his thick shoulders and let my head fall back against the elevator panel. I may be inexperienced, but I know Mateo's touch was nothing short of magical.

His finger circled my clit, as he buried his face in my neck, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin there and making me shiver even as I began to tremble against his hand.

"You are so fucking beautiful. I couldn't stand those other men wanting you. It was making me crazy," he whispered before spreading my folds and dipping a finger inside me.

I was already wet but surprise and pleasure made me clamp down on his hand. "Oh!" I gasped.

Mateo pulled his head back and removed his finger. "You really are a virgin. How is that possible?"

I shifted my hips in frustration. I'd been dreaming of this for a very long time. I wanted Mateo and I wanted him now. I blinked up at him. "You should trust what people say more often." Feeling brave, I fisted his tie and pulled him in. "Please don't let that be all you do to me tonight."

Mateo chuckled a deep soul-soothing sound that had me creaming girl-cum down my thighs. "You in a hurry, Angel?" he asked, brushing hair away from my shoulder so he could nip at the pulse point below my ear.

I shivered, burying my fingers in his hair, holding him there a beat longer.

"I just need this." Feeling bold still, I flexed into Mateo and moaned a deep throaty sound when I feel his cock hard and ready for me.

Mateo's face darkened a fraction of a second before he captured my mouth with his.

Something wicked and slutty coursed through me. When his lips met mine, I felt seared to him. His tongue slipped between my teeth and I opened my mouth, giving him greater access. His kisses were demanding yet left me frustrated from wanting more. To feel his naked body sliding over mine.

"I have some good news and bad news for you, my Angel." Mateo broke our kiss. He caressed a slow path up my arms, hooking his fingers in the thin straps of my dress. Inch by inch he rolled each one off my shoulders and with it the top of my dress, trapping my arms against my sides. I'd forgone a bra because when your dress is made of bandages there really isn't a bra in the world that works.

Slowly as if locked in a dream, Mateo's hands cupped my breasts, stroking my nipples with his thumbs. "Beautiful. I bet they taste even better."

Mateo bent me back and leaned forward to capture the tip of one breast with his teeth before laving his tongue over the hardened nub.

My hands slid up the smooth muscles of his arms to dive into the thick dark hair covering his head. Catching a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the mirrored elevator doors, I blinked hard. I didn't even recognize the woman looking back at me—naked from the waist up, wild hair tumbled over my shoulders, and this beautiful man worshipping my body with his mouth and hands. A nip on my nipple tore my attention from our reflection. It took all my strength to keep from sliding into a puddle on the floor as his tongue tantalized my nipples and my moans filled the elevator.

For a moment my eyes squeezed shut, memorizing this moment. "Please, please. I need you inside me," I begged, clutching his shoulders to keep myself steady while Mateo licked and sucked my sensitive breasts.

Mateo ignored my pleading. When he finally raised his head to bring his lips back to mine, I arched against him, offering myself to him.

"The good news for you, my Angel, is you are mine and I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll never forget who first tasted your virgin pussy."

I shivered. That sounded very promising.

"And the b-bad news?" I asked, feeling lightheaded from all the new sensations coursing through my body.

Before he answered me, Mateo slid slowly down my body until he was on his knees in front of me. Deliberately and with painstaking control, he slid the hem of my dress up until the entire skirt was bunched at my waist. My breath started to come in quick pants as I found myself completely bared to him aside from the one strip of cloth gathered at my middle.

He leaned forward, nuzzling my bare pussy. I felt awkward, turned on, and more than a little bit confused.

"I need your cock inside me, not your mouth." I tried to pull him up, but my hands were still trapped by my dress.

"I take it no one has ever gone down on you before either?" His voice is dark, in control. I can feel all my pent-up tension and sexual desires flooding out as my pussy throbbed for him to finally take me.

I sucked at my bottom lip.

"No." I squirmed and laid my palms flat against the wall as embarrassment and desire mixed, sending a flush of heat through my entire body.

"Tell me, Angel, who told you to wax your pretty pink pussy for me?"

My brain stuttered as I attempted to form a coherent response as he spread my soaked pussy open and teased my pleasure nub with the tip of his tongue. I pushed toward him, desperate for more. His slightly stubbled cheeks chafed against the soft skin of my thighs.

"My best friend," I finally managed to get out on a gasp. "I didn't want to, but she said I'd thank her later. I'm beginning to see her point, but umm, oh, yes, deeper. Right there."

Mateo slipped a finger into my drenched channel and worked me slowly as his tongue whipped across my clit.

"My impatient Angel." Mateo's deep chuckle filled the elevator and vibrated through my pussy, making me sag back against the wall.

He lapped at me with his tongue and my neck arched as a cry broke from me. "Oh!"

He remained in front of me but tilted his head up for a brief moment so his gaze could capture mine. "I can only taste your virgin pussy once because after I do I'm going to give you the hard fuck you've been begging for, understand?"

"Yes," I said, but shook my head back and forth against the wall. My mouth had me agreeing because of his commanding tone, but at this moment I didn't understand anything. The only thing I knew was that the sight of Mateo on his knees before me made me feel sexy and powerful and he'd just promised he'd fuck me hard. I'd probably agree to anything he wanted if he'd only stop torturing me.

Mateo chuckled again and reached up to untangle my hands from the dress. "Now put them on my shoulders and spread your legs wide and let me see what's mine."

I did as I was told, but he slid his hand between my legs and gently patted the inside of my thighs. "Wider."

I complied, spreading my legs more as I once again let my head fall back against the wall. I'd never felt more vulnerable or exposed as I did at that moment, my pussy open and spread before him like a feast. I could do nothing but stand there, clutching his shoulders to hold myself steady while I longed for him to finally, finally fill me with that long, hard cock I'd felt pressing into my belly but had yet to see.

But Mateo had other plans. With one hand on my thigh, steadying me, he slipped the other hand up to cup my mound, his fingers spreading my pussy lips, opening me to him even more.

Without warning, his face pushed between my legs and before I could react, Mateo's tongue slowly licked the bare lips of my pussy before dipping deeper to tease over my clit.

I shifted my weight forward and I could swear the entire earth quaked underneath me. Mateo licked harder, lapping at me and tasting all of me until he finally seemed to have his fill and he settled his mouth over my clit and sucked.

"Oh my God." My words echoed off the elevator walls. The pleasure Mateo's tongue created flowed through me, forcing my body to arch off the wall, bowed with the urgent tension he masterfully built inside me. Any thoughts of awkwardness or embarrassment fell away, completely forgotten as he held my body captive with his tongue, mouth, and lightly nipping teeth.

I raked my fingers through his hair, holding him more tightly to me, and tilted my head forward so I could watch him toy with my body, taking his own pleasure as he went. The sight of his beautiful face buried in my pussy caused a pulse of pleasure to rock through me. I might have fantasized about Mateo and the things he'd do to me many times since the moment I laid eyes on him, but never in my wildest dreams had I expected him to do this to me or for it to feel so damn…perfect. I could feel my orgasm building low in my belly.

"Please, come inside me. I don't want to come like this." I was biting back tears of pleasure as I begged. "I don't want it to be over so soon."

Mateo ignored my pleading, driving me higher and harder with the tip of his tongue. I whimpered as he continued to lick and suck, dipping inside me before sliding his finger to delve deep inside as his tongue brought me to the brink. He held me on the sharp edge of pleasure until I didn't think I could take it another second and then he clamped his lips over my clit and sucked until I shot straight out over the abyss, pleasure exploding through me in red-hot bursts. My legs shook and my moans filled the elevator as my thoughts scattered, leaving me floating in a void.

As reality returned, I realized I'd managed by some miracle to remain upright. Mateo licked my pussy tenderly, sending shuddering aftershocks through me. I didn't know if I'd ever be the same after what Mateo had just given me. Nothing in any book I'd ever read had prepared me for an orgasm like that. I was ready to slide into a boneless pile on the elevator floor.

I stood there as limp as a ragdoll as Mateo slid my dress down over my hips and thighs, tugging it into place before standing up and helping me straighten my top, pressing a kiss to a spot on top of my breast before pulling it up so that all of my most secret places were once again covered.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Angel, but I have a late meeting that I can't miss. How about we continue this tomorrow during my lunch hour? Meet me in the restaurant on the first floor at noon."

I blinked, trying to clear my thoughts as his words slowly sank in. He bent and retrieved my clutch from the floor where I must have dropped it at some point during our interlude, and he tucked it under my arm before tenderly cupping my jaw in both hands.

He kissed me lightly on the lips, and when he pulled back, I ran the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip, tasting the traces of me he'd left there, the reminder of what he'd just done sending a shiver through me. He allowed his expression to soften, letting his guard down for a brief moment, and I knew he was pleased by my reaction.

Before I could make sense of what he'd said to me, he unlocked the elevator and the doors slid open and Mateo once again guided me with a hand on the small of my back, this time guiding me off the elevator.

I sent up a small thank you to the universe as the slightly chilly temperature in the hall cooled my overheated face and body. Mateo's hand brushed my ass, giving one last pat, and before I'd taken more than two steps across the marble floor, the elevator closed with a discreet snick, hiding all traces of Mateo and what just happened between us.

I made it to the lady's lounge before I had to sit down. Tremors of pleasure still rippled through my body and a confusing array of thoughts clouded my mind. But despite my whirling thoughts and still pulsating body, I knew there was one thing I needed to do before I gathered myself and went home or the evening.

I pulled my phone from my clutch and tapped out a message:

" Dear Mr. Scrooge, I was going to give you something in the elevator but you rushed off."

Immediately my phone pinged with a reply. " And what might that be, Angel?"

" Another one of my firsts—my first blow job. Sleep tight. Your Winter Angel."