Romance: The Billionaire's Assistant (2 page)

Chapter 4

Now it’s an hour and a half later and I haven’t taken my eyes off of the beautiful man the entire time. I’m not staring at him like a creeper, but I’m making sure he doesn’t go anywhere.

That does sound kind of creepy when I say it that way.

Every now and then our eyes lock and I break the eye contact and return my attention to Angela and the apple martinis that I’ve been enjoying.

He doesn’t seem so intimidating now. I can’t figure out why I was so afraid to approach him, it’s most likely the liquid courage, but it’s exactly what I need.

“Stop staring and take your ass over there,” Angela demands, breaking into my thoughts.

“Okay, don’t rush me. Perfection takes time.”

“Then you’re absolutely perfect. Less talking and more walking.” She picks my cocktail glass up, places it in my hand, and shoos me off.

“If we weren’t friends, I would be offended right now.”

She slaps my ass. “We’re best friends.”

I saunter over to Mr. Perfect, at least I think I’m sauntering.

I could look like a complete idiot, but that’s okay, I have his attention. I sit next to him on the lounge and place my drink on the table.

“Hi.” I smile. “I’m Rebecca.”

Shit.

I never thought that part through.

Should I have given him my real name?

I should have said my name was something sexy like Jessica, Roxxie, or Sasha. My name is so boring and bland. I refuse to respond to anyone that calls me Becky. That’s an airhead name and I'm far from it. I’m not a Becky and I don’t behave like a Becky. Actually, right now, I look and I’m acting exactly like one. I giggle at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” he asks in an amused tone. “I’m Christopher.”

“Nothing is funny, I guess. You’ll have to excuse me, I’m feeling exceptionally silly tonight.”

“It’s okay, we’re all here to have a good time.”

His eyes are gorgeous and I can’t help but stare at them.

They’re green, no, yellow and they gradually turn blue around the edges. Suddenly unable to display tact I blurt out, “You have amazing eyes, Christopher.”

He smiles, showing off his perfect pearly whites. They’re beautiful. I’ve never been into the whole vampire thing, but I want him to take a huge bite out of my neck. I would willingly hand myself over to him, he wouldn’t need to coax me at all.

“Are you enjoying yourself this evening?” he asks. “I see that you came with a friend.”

His voice, his face, his muscular body that is pressed against the fabric of his clothes, and his confidence are sending my hormones into overdrive.

He’s not even doing it on purpose.

The way that his eyes scan my body, I know he wants me.

He wants me.

I can’t believe it.

So I decide to throw caution to the wind, I don’t have anything to lose. The worst thing that he can say is no, and if he says no, then I will walk away and never look back, but I have to try.

“Do you want to come home with me?”

He coughs. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Do you want to come home with me?” I ask again, this time not as confident as before.

“To do what?” he asks with a grin.

“To enjoy one another’s company, of course.”

“So just like that? No strings?”

“Nope, no strings attached. Just sex and that’s it.”

“You’re really forward aren’t you?” he laughs, “It’s not every day that I get propositioned like this.”

“Bullshit, I’m sure that women are throwing themselves at you all the time.”

He slightly frowns. “No not really. Some people don’t think that I’m approachable.”

“I didn’t think you were approachable when I saw you at first.”

“So what changed your mind?”

“Three drinks,” I laugh. “Now are you coming with me or not?”

“I’m not one to talk myself out of a good time.”

I smile and grab his hand with confidence.

Chapter 5

When we enter my apartment, Christopher doesn’t try to fill in the silence.

I usually appreciate that but his voice is so deep and sensual, I could listen to it all night.

I stand in the lounge room of my apartment awkwardly.

I have him in my house now, but I don’t know what to do.

“You don’t usually do this, do you?”

I look at him suspiciously. “What makes you so sure? I picked you up, didn’t I?”

He laughs, “Yes you did, but every now and then a hint of the person that you really are shines through.”

“You’re right, but it doesn’t matter. Tonight, I want what I want. And you are what I want.”

Oh wow.

I have never been so confident and demanding…

But it feels so powerful stating exactly what I want.

“Then lead me to your room and we can get this party started.” He smiles.

I walk down the hall and he follows me. Oh no – I didn’t even clean my room. There is a pile of clothes on my bed - I had no idea that I would be bringing back company.

“Wait here,” I demand of him.

He waits in the hallway while I franticly throw the clothes into my cupboard.

“Sorry,” I say as I reopen my bedroom door, embarrassed, “I wasn’t expecting to bring someone back here.”

As I led him into the room, my cheeks begin to flush as I can feel his presence behind me.

I turn around and he closes the space between us.

He stares at me for a while before moving in to kiss me.

Oh…

He tastes of dark liquor, I have no idea what kind, but he is intoxicating. I moan against his demanding lips. His hands explore my body without limitation; he isn’t timid while touching me and it sets my body on fire.

Jason never touched me like this.

Nobody has ever touched me like this.

I want more.

I step closer, so that there isn’t any more space between us and wrap my arms around his shoulders, deepening our kiss.

His tongue traces my mouth before it intertwines with my own.

Yes…

He kisses me with a passion that I’ve never experienced before. It’s something that I’ve read about and have seen in the movies, but no one has ever kissed me like this. He doesn’t even know me, but he’s treating me like I’m the only woman in his world.

For tonight, I want to pretend.

I’m greeted by the hard bulge that’s forming between us. He rubs against me and my eyes widen because he has a lot to work with. Jason fell short in that area too.

Now that I’m thinking about it, Jason doesn’t have a lot of redeeming qualities.

Stop!

I have to stop thinking about Jason. My time is right now.

I reach between Christopher and cup him through his pants. He gives a slight groan as I gently massage his bulge. I can feel the blood surging to his cock and he’s getting harder with each passing second.

A hiss escapes from his lips and I feel….powerful!

Me!

I’m the one getting all of these amazing reactions from one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.

Tomorrow I’m going to have to toast myself, who cares if it’s Sunday!

His kisses move to my ear and he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I shudder against him as he kisses across my shoulder, laying me down on my laundry free bed as he tugs my dress over my head, and throws it onto the floor.

I feel exposed and vulnerable, but it is difficult to feel insecure when he is looking at me like he’s ready to consume me.

The look that he gave me at the bar is the same look that’s returned to his face now.

It’s downright sexy.

He takes a moment to admire my lacy and ridiculously expensive bra pushing together my ample cleavage.

He lets out a rush of air from his cheek and grins.

“Beautiful…” he groans.

My responding giggle quickly turns into a moan as he kisses the exposed flesh. He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra and throws it over towards my dress.

Topless, I feel exposed and vulnerable… but I like it.

Here, I feel safe.

His hands mimic my actions from earlier, he cups my center in his large and massages with his palm. I push against his hand because I love the friction it provides.

“You’re so responsive,” he mutters.

“No one wants to sleep with a bore,” I say, repeating the words that Jason would tell me all the time.

The only difference is that this time, I’m not faking it.

“You’re far from it.”

His mouth finds my nipple and he begins a slow and sensual assault.

Oh…

His tongue flicks quickly over it as he holds it in place with his teeth. Each flick of his warm velvet tongue goes directly to my pleasure center. He pulls my panties down over my leg, and he throws them into the growing pile.

I’m naked.

I’m his.

His fingers gently probe me before he dips his middle finger inside of my wet and waiting pussy.

Just one finger has me writhing in pleasure.

He gives it a slight wiggle and laughs lightly as I moan uncontrollably.

“You like that?” He asks in a gruff voice that catches me off guard.

He’s not the same mild-mannered and slightly intimidating man that I’d met.

Now, he’s another person, the same way that I’m another person.

I give him a shy nod – I do like it.

A lot.

His smile is filled with lust and he dips his head between my legs.

Damn!

I knew that I was going to have sex with him, but I didn’t know that he was going to do that. The last time Jason did that to me, I almost fell asleep.

This, however, is excellent.

His tongue lightly grazes my clitoral hood before he flattens his tongue and licks me like I’m his favorite flavor of ice cream.

He sucks my aching clit into his mouth, causing me to writhe against his face, and flex my walls around his finger.

Oh…

He presses another digit inside of me and I see fireworks. My entire body implodes, but he doesn’t stop.

His fingers press against my g-spot as his mouth makes love to me.

A loud moan escapes my lips and I don’t care if anyone can hear me.

This man is doing the most amazing things with his mouth and the world should know.

My toys were the only way that I’d been stimulated for a long time.

I convinced myself that it was better than oral sex, partially because, for me, it had been. I was lying because none of my toys feel as incredible as Christopher’s mouth.

It’s soft, warm, and firm.

I don’t know what he’s going to do next, he’s keeping me on the edge with my next orgasm is threatening to erupt.

“Christopher,” I whisper as I place my hand on the back of his head.

He speeds up his momentum and sucks hard, demanding my orgasm.  His other hand travels up my body and pinches my nipple.

I lose myself…

“Oooooh, I’m coming. Faster...more...please...yes...there,” I plead as I press my pussy against his talented mouth.

My floodgates open, and it’s a continual stream.

I’m not sure if I’m experiencing multiple orgasms or one long one. My body is out of control, seizing, and then releasing my pent-up frustration.

As I come down from my orgasm induced high, he moves back up to me.

I grab his face between my hands and kiss him.

I can taste my sex on his lips and I don’t care.

He’s an excellent man, I would vote for him if he ran for president.

Anybody that can do that with their mouth deserves the very best that life has to offer.

He stands up from the bed and undresses himself, which is a good idea because I won’t be much help.

My entire body is lost.

He is a work of art and I unabashedly stare at him.

I want to get a full view of him so that it can be ingrained in my head forever.

His chiseled chest and abs are the things that statues are made of, but his cock is the main attraction.

It’s thick, powerful, and bulging. 

It’s bobbing up and down in twitching motions and I have to reach out and touch it.

I languidly lift from the bed and take it into my hand. I run my hand up and down the shaft, his quick intake of breath tells me that I’m doing it right.

“I love what you’re doing but this night will end prematurely if you keep doing that.”

“So then I can’t taste it?” I pouted.

“Not if you want to feel it inside of you. Just the thought of you wrapping those sexy lips around it is making me want to blast out.”

“Okay, okay, “ I say, pouting.

I lay back on the bed, he joins me and nudges my knees apart with his.

He crawls between my things and begins to tease me.

Christopher moves his cock head up and down my lips. I press forward trying to take him inside of me. He laughs at my attempts and I give a frustrated growl.

“So the kitten has claws?” he asks.

“No, the shark has teeth,” I jokingly threaten.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to anger a shark.”

He pushes deep into me in one swift motion.

Wow.

I yelp loudly as my body tries to accommodate him.

“Give me more,” I purr hungrily.

“Your wish…”

He pulls from me all the way to tip and then plunges deep inside of me again.

I’m ready for him this time and it feels so much better.

There isn’t a spot inside of me that he isn’t touching. He’s opening me completely and with each stroke, he brings me closer to another orgasm.

“I want to feel your pussy cream all over me,” he states.

I nod my head in agreement.

“No, tell me you can give it to me,” he demands.

I blush because I’m not accustomed to talking dirty.

Sure, I play around a little bit and I moan but overall I’m a pretty silent partner.

He stops his movements and stares at me.

I move my hips against him, taking more of him inside of me, but he grabs my hips and holds them in place.

“Tell me,” he demands again.

“I can try,” I say meekly.

“No. Don’t try. Do it,” he says as he withdraws and thrusts into me again.

It’s hard for me to stay focused on what he is saying.

He feels so good.

What does he want me to say?

“Say it,” he demands.

He gives me no choice but to reply.

“Yes, I can cum all over your dick.”

“That’s more like it.”

The pace that he’s going in begins to pick up.

His thrusts become harder, my headboard slams against the wall but I can’t give it any thought.

My pussy convulses, contracts, and I give him exactly what he wants.

I pull him close to me as my orgasm overtakes my entire body.

As I calm down he withdraws from me, “Turn over.”

His deep, demanding voice controls me.

I roll on my hands and knees.

He slowly trails kisses down my spine before he kisses both cheeks of my ass.

“You’re so perfect,” he says in a low voice.

His hands grab my hips and he plunges deep inside of me.

“Ooooh yes…,” I moan.

“Faster,” I demand as I push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass can be heard throughout the room.

We’re making our own sexy soundtrack, no music is required.

He groans and grabs a hand-full of my hair, pulling it forcefully as he fucks me like a piston. With one final thrust, he explodes and takes me with him.

I’m blinded by my fourth orgasm.

Oh…

He collapses on me, and I welcome his body weight.

Eventually he rolls over and pulls with me him so that we can cuddle. My leg drapes over his muscled thighs.

“That was unbelievable,” I gasp.

“It most definitely was.” He kisses my forehead.

I hate admitting when Angela is right, but she was right!

Inviting Christopher back to my place has been a great decision. I fall asleep while enjoying the comfort of a stranger’s embrace.

But I awake in the morning - alone.