His Dirty Secret - Slave To The Billionaire - Contemporary Erotic Romance (6 page)

Raising himself up on his arms, the
muscles in his neck and shoulders stood out intensely, and Isobel
did as he asked, her eyes staying wide open as she took in the
masculine beauty of the man who was mercilessly fucking the shit
out of her in his executive office.

As her legs spread wider, her hands
found their way around his waist and down to his taut ass;
fingernails digging in as she pulled him into her deeper still. She
wrapped her feet around his waist, locking her ankles behind him,
almost as though her body was afraid that he was going to stop what
he was doing or get up and leave.

Tyler gave a grunt of appreciation as
her whole body tightened, internally and outwardly. He slammed into
her even harder, momentum making the desk move backwards, giving
him more space to slam into her even harder with the next thrust.
Sweat was coating his back and he felt his balls shift and tighten
as his climax drew closer, but still he thrust into her; time and
time again.

He leaned down to kiss her mouth
again, giving little nips and tugging on her lips, his tongue
lathing and soothing the tender skin afterwards. His hands came up
to tangle in her hair, and he gently tugged her head backwards so
that her neck was arched and at his mercy. Isobel moaned as his
breath tickled her skin a split second before his lips blazed
kisses down her throat, his teeth once again nipping gently at her
skin.

She had never thought that she would
be in to biting, but right now, right here, with him, she changed
her mind. She had a feeling that this man could change her mind
about a lot of things if he wanted. And she wasn’t complaining one
little bit.

Her hands moved from his buttocks up
to his shoulders, and then her fingers trailed a path down his
back, loving the slick sweat she encountered and knowing that he
was enjoying this every bit as much as she was.

The pace picked up even more, and even
though she knew Tyler was enjoying fucking her, she had a
deep-rooted feeling that he was holding back. There was an almost
tethered ferocity to him, and while she could feel just how close
he was to coming, it was almost as though he wanted to be doing so
much more. Maybe it was in the way he was holding tightly onto her
hair, or the way he was using his teeth. Or maybe it was just a
sense that there was so much more yet to be unleashed. Whatever it
was, she couldn’t help wonder.

Tyler looked down into her face and
scowled, as though he could sense that her mind was not completely
on what he was doing to her, and he slammed into her deeper than
before, knocking the air out of her lungs and making her pussy
quiver and tighten around his cock. “Oh God. Yes! Just like
that!”

He grunted in response and thrust
again. “You like it like that, huh?” His voice was breathless, but
she knew that he was nowhere near exerting himself.

“Yes!” The single word was pushed out
of her as he rammed into her again, and she moaned as she felt her
climax racing up on her.

“That’s it, darlin’. Come for me.” He
rutted into her again, his balls tickling her ass as his hips
locked with hers and then withdrew. One more thrust and Isobel
tumbled over the edge into an orgasm that left her breathless and
shaking. She felt her pussy clench and unclench around his cock,
and wetness coated him and the top of her legs.

“Good girl!” Tyler panted. “Such. A.
Good. Girl!” Isobel felt his come as he uttered the words, warmth
filling her as his man-juice hit deep inside her still quivering
pussy; his balls emptying of every drop as he collapsed breathless
on top of her with Isobel milking him as he shot streams of molten
cum into her.

A few seconds passed, that
to Isobel felt like minutes. Finally able to think straight, she
couldn’t help but start to panic a little.
What if someone had heard? Or what if he now thought of her
as a cheap slut and didn’t want her to work for him
anymore
? All things that she knew she
should have thought of before she’d let him fuck her, but she
hadn’t and there was no going back now.

Tyler put her mind somewhat to rest a
short while later. As he stood up and withdrew from her, he passed
her a stack of paper towels that he had in one of his desk drawers.
“You might want to clean up a little, darlin’.” He grinned at her
playfully. “And then you can use the bathroom over there.” He
indicated the other door in the office. “But, before you do, come
here.” He pulled her to him and gave her a gentle kiss, his tongue
briefly licking at her lips as he gave an appreciative moan. “Hmmm.
You are so delicious.”

“Thank you, Tyler.” Isobel’s voice was
as weak as she felt, but his smile had restored some of her
confidence. She mopped herself up as best she could with the paper
towels, and then collected her clothes off the floor and made her
way to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Looking at herself in the
mirror over the sink, she clapped her hands to her cheeks, feeling
how hot they were. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining,
and her hair was a tumbled, tangled mess that fell around her
shoulders and looked as though she’d just gotten out of bed.
Wishful thinking, Isobel girl
, she thought to herself, turning on the cold water and
splashing her face to try and cool off some.

A few minutes later, Isobel had
cleaned herself up and put her clothes back on. She had no idea
where her hair pins were, so she had to be satisfied with combing
through her tresses with her fingers, but it didn’t look too bad.
She gave herself a last look in the mirror, took a deep breath and
then walked out to whatever fate Tyler had in store for
her.

He was sat behind his desk
as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place on top of it
just a few short minutes earlier. He looked up as Isobel re-entered
the office and smiled almost innocently at her.
Yeah, right. I know just how innocent you’re
not
, she thought to herself.

“So, Isobel, I’ll see you at eight in
the morning? I believe that the personnel office has all of your
relevant details and your contract will be made up accordingly with
hours of work and pay grade, etc. for you to sign.”

Isobel just stood there
looking at him with her mouth slightly open.
She officially had the job? Seriously?
Her mouth snapped closed as she came to her senses. “Um,
thank you, Tyler. I, um, I guess I’ll see you in the morning
then.”

“Bright and early,” he replied with a
twinkle in his eyes. “Come straight to my office, please. I’ll give
you your orders for the day.” His head went back down to look at
whatever he was reading on his desk and Isobel felt suitably
dismissed, walking on shaking legs out of his office and closing
the door softly before resting her back against it and taking a
deep, calming breath.

Isobel walked back to her workstation on legs that threatened to
give out on her, and collected her coat and bag before making her
way to the elevator and out of the building. In her car on the way
home she went over the day’s events in her mind. Who would have
thought that last night she was serving alcohol to belligerent
customers for just over minimum wage, and today she’d started a job
for one of the biggest companies in the state and was going to have
an actual salary.

And that wasn’t to mention the fact
that she’d had rampant sex with her gorgeously handsome, yet
enigmatic new boss on top of his desk, while other members of staff
were just a few feet away.

The short trip home passed by in a
blur, and when she pulled into the driveway, Isobel had no real
recollection of actually driving home. She entered her house, threw
her purse on the kitchen counter and went straight to the fridge to
get the bottle of crisp white wine out that she’d been saving for a
special occasion. She wasn’t really sure if this could be classed
as that, but it was close enough for her, and she really needed the
alcohol to calm herself down some.

She carried her glass through to her
bedroom and stripped off her clothes. A shower was definitely in
order, although she had to admit to liking the smell of Tyler on
her skin; it was tantalizing and erotic, and she couldn’t help but
sniff appreciatively as she walked into the bathroom.

She turned the shower on, stepping
under the warm spray of water with a grateful sigh. Soaping herself
up, she ran her hands over breasts that were still sensitive and a
pussy that was still achingly swollen from the day’s activities.
Tyler had definitely satisfied her, but her greedy body wanted more
of him. Much, much more.

She rinsed the bubbles from her hair
and body, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
Wrapping her hair in a towel and putting on her favorite bright
pink fluffy robe, she picked up her glass and went into the living
room to give her friend a call.

“Melanie, you’ll never believe the day
I’ve had!”

Chapter Four

~

When the alarm went off the following
morning, Isobel swatted at it grumpily, hitting the snooze button
before rolling over and closing her eyes again. She was just
nodding back off when she remembered that she had to go to work.
More importantly, she had to go to work and see Tyler again. She
threw back the covers, wiped the sleep from her eyes and stretched
her arms high above her head. Man, she was aching. It must be from
all that desk-top fun yesterday, she thought with a
smile.

She took a quick shower and applied
her make-up carefully, making sure to use just enough to accentuate
her eyes. Her hair was put up into a French braid, not even
bothering to dry it so that it stayed in place properly. Black
lingerie with black pull-up thigh high stockings, and then a
form-fitting black dress with a hemline that ended just above her
knees and a v-shaped neckline that was low, but not too low, and
she was ready to go.

She drove to work, parking in the
underground staff parking lot and made her way up to the top floor
to her office. She smiled as she walked, unaware of the lustful
glances of the men she past, or the envious ones of most of the
women. Isobel was beautiful, but she wasn’t conceited so she never
really took any notice of other people’s reactions to her
looks.

She took her coat off and placed it
over the back of her chair, smoothed her dress down and then went
to knock on Tyler’s door. His deep “Come in,” sent tingles straight
to her nether regions, and she turned the handle and opened the
door, walking into his office on legs that weren’t quite
steady.

Tyler was sat where she expected him
to be; behind his desk looking as delightfully handsome and sexy as
he had the day before. “Good morning, Tyler.” Her voice was
cheerful and the smile on her face genuine.

“Good morning, Isobel. And how are you
today?” His gravelly voice with its sexy southern drawl was just as
delicious as she remembered it. “I hope you got plenty of sleep
last night because I have plans for you today.”

Isobel felt herself blush as she
wondered what kind of plans he had in mind. And then she gave
herself a mental kick up the butt. She was here to work, for God’s
sake, not to have rampant sex with the boss every day. “I did,
thank you.” She was proud of herself for keeping her voice so
steady. “Do you have a list for me today?”

Tyler stood up from the
desk and walked around it towards her. “Not today, no.” She was
surprised when he took hold of her hand, his thumb rubbing the
pulse spot on her inner wrist. She was sure that he would feel how
fast her heart was racing. “Come with me, please.” She didn’t
really have an option
but
go with him, as he started to walk towards the
door with her hand still firmly ensconced in his larger
one.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he
let go of her as he opened the door. She would have hated for the
other ladies to see them like that, and she most definitely didn’t
want to give the vindictive Julie any more ammunition to have
another bitchy go at her.

They walked past the other desks,
Isobel was very conscious of the stares they were getting. As they
walked by Mary, Isobel was astonished when the other woman grinned
at her and then gave her a wink. What the hell was going
on?

Tyler came to a stop outside a door
that Isobel hadn’t noticed before. It was down the opposite end of
the floor from the work stations, and there wasn’t a person in
sight. Reaching into a pocket, he removed a key and then unlocked
the door, pausing before he opened it to turn and look at
Isobel.

“I want you to know that you can leave
at any time,” he said, making her extremely curious and a little
apprehensive. “I’ve been waiting for the perfect personal
assistant, and I think you just might fit the bill. But, there are
a few things I need to find out before I make it a permanent
arrangement.”