Spike cuddled Buffy to him in their king sized bed and kissed the top of her head.

“Okay, Pet. Let me go first.”

“All right, but this had better be good,” she warned playfully, knowing full well it would be.

“I want you to be cold and hard towards me, like you used to be….”

“I so was not!” She interrupted.

“Yes you were, Kitten. Played hard to get, you did.”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, fondly remembering their fights.

“Here’s what I want you to do….,” he began, whilst nuzzling her neck with his fangs and making her squirm wantonly against him.

***

‘Spike’ Jones sat at his large mahogany desk, his chin resting on his clasped hands. Things were going really well with his company and he was a very rich man, but lately there was something missing in his life - a woman to share it with. Oh, he could sleep with almost any woman he wanted - they simply fell at his feet, but he wanted one for keeps. And the woman he wanted just happened to work for him.

Her name was Ann Giles and every male in the office knew her as the ‘Ice maiden’. With her long blonde hair, hazel eyes, pretty face and well toned figure, she was the object of desire for many of them. And yet no one had succeeded in bedding or even dating her. She was coolly polite to them and it drove them all nuts, including him, especially when she wore those mini-skirted suits of hers, flashing those sexy legs. Spike clenched his jaw in determination. He would have her and he would have her tonight!

***

Ann Giles glanced at her watch and noticed it was five-thirty. She quickly closed down her computer and put on her coat. She was about to leave her desk when Mr Jones stuck his head out of the office, “Miss Giles. Can I have a quick word?”

He ducked back into the office, before she could say no. Damn it, she thought furiously. Why now? What was wrong with the rest of the day, like the hours she was being paid for?

Sighing, she strode towards his office and entered. He was perched on the front of his desk, looking immaculate and very handsome in a black suit and blue shirt. He looks dangerous, she suddenly thought irrationally.

“I hope this won’t take long, Mr Jones,” she said coolly, “I was on my way home.”

“No, it won’t,” he answered. Actually, it will, Pet, he thought. God, he was going to enjoy conquering her, the haughty wench.

“Take a seat, Ann,” he said and walked around her to close the door.

Ann frowned at his use of her name. She hadn’t given him permission and she preferred to stay on formal terms with her boss.

“It’s Miss Giles!” she insisted, before slowly taking a seat near his desk. She sat on the edge of the leather swivel chair, a bit nervous as to why he’d called her in.

Spike smiled at her obvious skittishness and closed the office door, quietly locking it without her noticing.

“I called you in, Miss Giles, because I wanted to tell you something,” he said as he walked back to his desk.

“Is it my work?” she asked.

“Your work is as exemplary as ever.”

“Well, good. I knew you could not fault me on that,” she said haughtily.

“Indeed. I’m perfectly happy with your work, but I do want something else from you, Miss Giles.”

“And what is that?” She asked puzzled. Maybe there was a promotion in the offing.

“You!”

A deafening silence filled the office, while she took in what he’d just said to her.

“Is this some kind of joke?” She spat icily, standing up and glaring at him, “Because I don’t find this at all funny, Mr Jones!”

“Nor do I, Pet, cos I mean it.”

“How dare you speak to me like this? I shall file a claim against you, you sexist, arrogant bastard!”

Spike inwardly grinned. What a fiery woman when provoked! This was no ice maiden.

“And what’s more, you want me too,” he purred and slowly prowled around the desk towards her.

Ann’s mouth opened and closed in shock. Finally, words came to her, “I what? I have never wanted you, Mr Jones, let me make myself perfectly clear on that,” she seethed. Of all the conceited men she’d met…

“No?” He asked, tilting his head to one side and appraising her body, “Oh, but then I haven’t kissed you yet, have I?”

Ann felt completely naked under his stare and shivered in response. She put a hand up to stop him, “Stay away from me,” she warned and took a step back.

Spike closed in on her, “I can’t, Ann. You’re driving me crazy and I have to have you.”

She closed her eyes and gulped. His words were having an effect on her and she willed herself to be strong. She would not be seduced by this man.

But then he was right in front of her and she found herself backed against the door.

“At last!” He said in triumph, blue eyes burning into hers. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against him, his arousal blatantly obvious to her.

His mouth crashed down onto hers, probing, tasting and taking. Ann opened her mouth to protest. How dare he attack her like this? But his tongue took advantage and slipped into the wet recess, exploring her and causing her to moan despite herself.

Spike groaned at the taste of her, “You taste bloody wonderful, Pet,” he rasped, his hands urgently roaming her curves. He pushed her jacket off her shoulders and ripped open her blouse.

Ann gasped and pulled away from his mouth, “What do you think you’re doing?” She asked. She meant to sound annoyed, but it came out as a husky whisper.

Spike looked at her hotly, “What I’ve dreamt about doing for the last few weeks,” he said and unclasped her bra. Her golden skinned, pink tipped breasts fell into his eager hands and she mewled when he fondled them.

Spike bent his head to one of the mounds and licked a nipple.

“Do you like that?” He purred.

“Oh, God, yes,” she muttered helplessly.

Then he tugged on the nipple with his teeth, before sucking it hard into his wet hot mouth. Ann sagged against him, all pretence at not wanting him gone.

Spike moved between each breast, until Ann was writhing in need against him. He had somehow loosened her skirt as well, which dropped to the floor. He tugged her panties out of the way and inserted a finger into her moist heat.

Ann sobbed with desire while he suckled her breasts and finger fucked her.

“Ooohh…aaahhhh…..mmmm” She panted.

Spike inserted a second finger and rubbed his thumb on her clit. He rubbed it mercilessly so that Ann bucked uncontrollably against his hand. She came hard and rested against the door. While she was recovering, Spike quickly undid his trousers and released his hard cock.

Ann felt his hands on her bottom, lifting her up, and then she was impaled on his large member.

“Ooohhh, Goddd,” she screamed.

It felt incredible. He was so big, stretching her wide and she thrust against him to take him even deeper. Perhaps he has a reason to be arrogant after all, she thought idly, before wrapping her legs around his waist and hanging on for the ride of her life.

Spike grinned, as he thrust into her. Her beautiful hair was in disarray, her face was flushed and she was mewling like a wildcat. The Ice-Maiden had melted!

***

Spike kissed Buffy, “Well, what did you think, Kitten?” he asked, hoping she’d enjoyed herself, although they had only just started. The best was yet to come.

“I think…you took unfair advantage of an employee,” she grinned.

“Damn right I did.”