The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (14 page)

“Now look at you. How does it feel?” His voice was loaded with both genuine curiosity and a suggestion that it was rhetorical. “You like this sort of thing?” He pulled her head back, making her look at him. Before Jasmine knew it, she was nodding, her fingers halfway in her. She didn’t dare stop sucking him off to answer with words.
Now I kinda want him to do it in my mouth…
If she could time her pleasure with his, then maybe…

Her shoulders nudged, Jasmine came off him and almost fell backward. Except her wet hand was taken into Ethan’s, her body lured up and toward his lap. Now he kissed her, with one arm wrapped around her while the other grabbed himself to test her handiwork.

Satisfied, he stood up, his erection taunting her as it remained firm in his trousers. He reached into one of his front jacket pockets and pulled out a small square item.

“Bend over.”

Hallelujah! Her prayers had been answered.

Jasmine waited for him to actually bend her over the desk before doing anything. She wanted to feel him, with the strength he kept tucked away beneath designer suits, coerce her down to the fine wood where he wrote and signed the documents that controlled the destinies of thousands. Her breasts hit the desk first, her nipples grazing the mat Ethan wrote on every day. She gasped, reeling in pleasure before he could even pry her legs open after hiking her skirt up to her waist again.

His hands clamped onto her ass, echoing in the office as she jerked forward. Such an act sent something trickling down the inside of her thigh. Jasmine’s brain was too foggy to process words, but Ethan said something as he lined himself up and pushed into her.

He was not gentle anymore.

Jasmine cried out as he filled her, sparing her no careful attention with the way he took her. He came into her, over, over,
and over
, gradually opening her to him as her body did the rest. When he managed to reach into her as far as he could, Jasmine sighed, then whimpered in bitter ecstasy, for this damned position made Ethan reach her in places he could not on their first date.
This is why I love it this way.
Jasmine loved lots of positions. Especially the ones that filled her until she wasn’t sure she could take any more.

At first Ethan pinned her down as he thrust into her, holding her as still as possible until he had her just as he wanted. When that didn’t seem enough, he pulled one of her legs up onto the desk, the heel of her shoe sending a pen onto the floor. He was deeper now, and Jasmine cried out again. Thank God for a soundproof office only a billionaire could afford.

With his hand now holding her leg instead of holding her down, Jasmine lifted her torso up, giving her breasts the opportunity to feel the caress of the desk. If anyone walked through that door right now they would not only see Ethan Cole fucking her against his Desk of Domination, but also get an eyeful of what she packed around in her bust. The thought thrilled her enough to make her groan loud and long, an orgasm working its way through her loins.

“Oh, shit.”

His voice was raw, powerful… almost animalistic as it fought back the instincts taking him over as he pinned Jasmine down once more, taking her with hard, determined thrusts that reached into her core and pushed her over the edge. She began to moan just as he lost himself, the pulsing sensation within Jasmine only adding to her peak as her knuckles turned white against the desk and her breath left her body. While he spent himself inside her, Ethan slowed his thrusts, but made sure to reserve some strength to ease her down from her high.

Much too soon he pulled out and collapsed into his chair. Jasmine slumped to her knees, one arm still on the desk as she felt half her arousal run down her leg. When she touched herself, she was not surprised to find that Ethan had temporarily opened her to her limits.

She was satisfied, and with any luck so was he.

“You’re dismissed, Miss Bliss.” Ethan tucked himself back into his pants and turned toward the window again. “Make sure you clean up. I want those transcripts by today.”

He had a private bathroom connected to his office where Jasmine went as soon as she had the strength to do so. She had to remind herself that this was purely business, not romance.

Purely business, not romance.

Good damn thing because so far Ethan Cole sucked at that shit.

12

Jasmine didn’t know if she was relieved or not, but the office finally turned into the kind of environment she expected when she started this job. Granted, the only thing that changed was that now Ethan would summon her at any given time and
demand
certain things.

Not every day.
Thank God.
But they quickly fell into a pattern that mimicked every other day. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Sometime in the afternoon after returning from lunch, Ethan would zip by Jasmine’s desk and ask her to come see him in his office. It took a couple of times for Jasmine to finally catch on to what he wanted. Most of the time he wanted her to go down on him while he either stared out the window or tried to read the damned newspaper again.
How blissfully romantic!
This must be what the 1950s were like. Husband in his bowler hat sitting at the checkered kitchen table while the wife with perfectly permed hair and pearl necklace got down on her clean kitchen floor and sucked sausage for breakfast.
“Looks like those Commies are at it again!”
the husband would say just before he gave his wife another pearl necklace for their anniversary.

Only once did Ethan ask for anything else. That was the day he pulled Jasmine into his lap while he sat in his office chair. Of course it couldn’t be in a normal position. He made her brace her hands against his desk while he did her from behind, taking his time to feel her up while she groaned against oak and wished that just once he would go down on her again.
Lure me in with your sweet tongue, why don’t you?
Not that what he kept in his pants didn’t do a good enough job on its own, Jasmine made sure to tell him that day.

They got to the point where Jasmine spent most of her evenings at home browsing the Internet for ways she could liven things up. She only knew so many ways to get a guy hard and suck him off. So she joined a forum for women about sexuality, reading up on old threads for position ideas and fantasies that a couple could play out at home. Honestly, Jasmine only cared about one thing. She started a thread titled “BJ Tips Please!!!” and waited for the newbie comments to come in. She was not disappointed. Within a half hour she had five responses, each one more ridiculous than the last.
I’m not going to stand on my head and blow him upside down.
She would need an even bigger bonus to attempt that.

On the Wednesday before Valentine’s Day, Jasmine was summoned into Ethan’s office just as she anticipated. By now she knew this drill. Her only hope was that he would give her something in return today, since she woke up that morning full of raging hormones that demanded a sacrifice between the legs. Really, the least that Ethan Cole could do was take her for a spin in the office chair again.

At first everything seemed as it was. Jasmine went into the office, closed the door behind her, and stood in front the desk as she waited for her orders. She rather hoped that they would start with the usual trip into Ethan’s pants, but her boss kept his legs crossed while he flicked something on his tablet. He barely glanced up at her. “How many outfits do you have?”

Jasmine took a step back. “I have quite a few. Why?”

“That’s funny. You don’t seem to wear very many of them.”

He can’t be serious.
Ever since he made that comment about her wearing the same outfit, Jasmine had been more cautious about recycling them too soon. In a way, it was good for her, since it made her look at her closet and find inspirational ways to mix and match her pieces. Today she wore a long-sleeved black turtleneck with a white pencil skirt covered in black vine motifs. She had never worn this exact outfit before, although the pieces had been used in other outfits over the past few weeks.
I dress like a normal person, you know.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say, Mr. Cole.”

Finally, he put his tablet away and uncrossed his legs. “I don’t want you to say anything in particular. It is what it is. I had hoped that I would see a little more variety in your wardrobe, but I guess the time has come for me to give you a special privilege.”

Jasmine’s eyebrows went up. “Oh?”

Ethan pushed the button on the intercom. “Nadia, come in here for a moment.”

“Sure thing.” Five seconds later, the doors opened, and there was Nadia, dressed like someone straight out of Vogue Magazine. It would have made Jasmine sick if she didn’t like the woman. “What can I do for you?”

Ethan motioned to Jasmine on Nadia’s left. “I want both of you to take the rest of the afternoon off to get some shopping done. Use that one store card. You know the limit.” Ethan pulled out a paper to sign, content to ignore them both now.

“Excuse me?” Jasmine looked toward Nadia. “What is he talking about?” Taking the afternoon off to go shopping? Now that was more too good to be true then getting three million dollars to suck a guy’s dick three times a week. Something that Jasmine was apparently not doing today.

“Oh, he hasn’t told you about the store card yet?” Nadia’s face lit up in sheer jubilation. “Do you know that boutique downtown? The Crimson Dove?”

Jasmine gasped. The Crimson Dove was the pinnacle of fashion in the middle that city. They were known for carrying only the greatest designers and in the most limited of quantities. Every year there was a bloodbath at prom season when the elites’ daughters decided to duke it out over this dress or that skirt. Bridal season wasn’t much better since they were known for providing the bridesmaids dresses for all the hot weddings featured on that city’s own Page 6. It was the sort of place Jasmine had only walked by before. Sometimes she, like other women, would stare longingly at the displays and wonder what it would be like to afford even one dress from inside there. Something told her that this conversation was going places.

“Mr. Cole has a private card that he uses there sometimes.”

“What for? They only sell women’s clothing there.”

Ethan interrupted their chat. “I buy clothes for my assistants that seem unable to do so on their own. I’m buying you new clothes, Miss Bliss. Buy some nice things for the office. And some eveningwear as well. There will be times when I will need you to accompany me to formal dinners. Like this Saturday.”

Seriously? Now Mr. McBillionaire was treating Jasmine to a shopping spree? At The Crimson Dove? “Mr. Cole,” she began, sizing up that man as he sat behind his desk, “I formally request that you add a fainting couch to your office, because I could sure use one right now.”

He smiled. One of the few times Jasmine had ever seen him smile like that. “Whatever you buy to wear on Saturday night… make sure you buy two. Just in case.”

Jasmine didn’t ask what he meant by that. She was still over the moon at the concept of having an unlimited shopping spree in the most exclusive boutique in the city. Just as Ethan told Nadia to buy herself something as well, the receptionist took Jasmine by the hand and lead her out of the office, giggling.

They grabbed their purses and Nadia told one of their coworkers that he had to fill in for her at the reception desk. “They’ve got official business to run for the boss,” someone else told him as both Nadia and Jasmine bounded into the nearest elevator.

“Oh my God!” Jasmine hopped up and down the moment the elevator door closed. “This is so unreal. I’ve never been there before. I’ve never even dreamed of being able to shop there. Don’t dresses cost, like, thousands of dollars sometimes?”

“If you’re lucky they’re that cheap. I bought a scarf for my sister this past Christmas, and it took half my paycheck.” Quite the feat when Jasmine considered that Nadia must get paid good money for her position. “Their stuff is absolutely radiant, though. You’re going to have a blast. I’m jealous.” Nadia gussied up in the elevator mirror. “He loves buying clothes there for his assistants. Not that I’m complaining. I get a little something for taking each one there.”

Jasmine stopped her hopping. “How many personal assistants has he had?”

“Since I started working here a year ago? I think you’re the fourth one. They don’t last very long. So far you seem to be adjusting the best.”

For the rest of the elevator ride Jasmine stared into the back of Nadia’s red head. Four personal assistants in the past year alone?
I bet he was sleeping with all of them.
Jasmine turned back toward the elevator buttons. She didn’t know why she felt so strange about that.