by Hope Stone
He lifted his head from my hand and pulled me closer, eliciting sparks in my body. I stifled a moan of contentment, still fighting against my body’s arousal.
“I want you, Amelia.” His lips descended on mine, gently coaxing me to respond, to give in to what my body so desperately wanted. His kisses were soft, like a fluffy vanilla frosting and playful.
A soft moan escaped my mouth as his hands grabbed my butt and pressed me even closer to his body so that I could feel his growing thickness. When his lips met mine this time, it was demanding. It prodded and teased until I kissed back, matching his intensity, sucking and nibbling on his lips before allowing him entry to my mouth. His tongue slid in and entwined around mine briefly before I placed my hand on his chest and inched him away from me.
His eyes registered a bit of surprise and a little disappointment. “Is this not what you want?” His voice was even deeper now.
I shook my head and then nodded before reaching my index finger and my thumb inside my mouth to pluck out a strand of hair.
“Oh…my.” His eyes softened and he tugged at his beard as if to punish it for ruining a perfect kiss. “I’m so sorry.”
I chuckled. I had a thing for bearded men. It came with the territory.
“It's fine,” I said, meeting and holding his gaze before we both broke into a bout of laughter. When the laughter died down, I gestured for him to come closer with my finger and pulled him into another kiss. That seemed to please him because he lifted me and took me up the stairs and to his bedroom.
After lowering me onto the bed and joining me there, his lips returned to my mouth momentarily and then moved to other parts of my body. Neck, earlobes, my clavicle. Then he gently slipped off the straps of my nightgown, causing them to fall to my waist. Warmth burst inside my belly as his big hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. I moaned, my back arching in pleasure as he lowered his lips to take one of my nipples into his mouth while still stimulating the other with his finger. After what seemed like hours of sucking and twirling his tongue around my nipple, he released it and descended upon the other, fingers now stimulating the recently sucked one.
“Mmm, please…don’t stop,” I moaned, my hands reaching out and stroking his head.
My moans encouraged him and he intensified his sucking and teasing. My panties were soaking wet by now and my moist core throbbing with desire.
As if sensing my desire, he stopped teasing and sucking my nipples and lightly trailed his way up my thighs.
He pushed my nightgown up my waist and felt around my panties before he slid them to the side and started to fuck me with his fingers.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a look of satisfaction. The way his eyes watched me intently with each masterful stroke fueled my arousal and I felt the pleasure and the pressure building inside of me.
I bit on my lips in an attempt to stem the sounds of pleasure escaping my mouth.
“Ughh…you’re killing me with that lip bite.” His voice was guttural by now, laced with want and desire. As he talked, he intensified the strokes and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I moaned, squirmed and gasped, pushing my hips toward him. He continued pleasuring me with his fingers for a while before withdrawing and slipping out of his pajamas. Reaching for the bedside cupboard, he tore open a condom and sheathed his already hard and throbbing manhood with it before returning to his position between my legs and guiding himself into me.
“Oh, Dominic,” I moaned in a raspy voice as his thickness filled me. My body quivered as he just stayed there, joined to me but not moving, his eyes watching me so greedily and with such intensity that I had to close mine.
“Open your eyes,” he said in a commanding tone as he started to move inside of me. “I love watching you watch me…pleasure you.”
My eyelids flickered open and something stirred within my heart. I had had sexual encounters in the past but nothing came close to this. The intimacy of this moment scared and excited me at the same time. Joined to me, he wasn’t Dominic the business tycoon, he was a man in the throes of desire, of want and lust. I wasn’t a struggling actress searching for a big break or a nanny. I was a woman being pleasured and overwhelmed with lust, want, desire, attraction and maybe…even love. I ached for more of him even though I had him at that very moment in the most intimate way that a woman could ever have a man.
As he picked up the pace, he sought for my lips and consumed them, joining our bodies in more than one place.
It wasn’t long until the intense rhythm of our bodies resulted in a combined explosion of pleasure and that had him crashing into my arms. As we lay spent in each other’s arms, our breath returning back to a normal pace, he stared up at me and murmured, “You’re beautiful…and so wonderfully sensual.”
His fingers traced my hips and started another stirring inside of me. I swatted away his hands.
“My turn,” I said with a bold smile. I had never felt this way with anyone before. The complete trust and vulnerability and boldness were all new to me.
“What do you have in mind?”
I replied by slipping off the used condom and dropping it in the nearby trash can.
I chuckled and pushed his huge, muscular body off of mine. He laid on his back and watched me with a mixture of shock and anticipation as I reached for his manhood and started to stroke it. Soon enough, it was hard again and I took him in my mouth.
He groaned and arched his back as I continued to pleasure him, each kiss, lick and gentle suck bringing him closer to the edge.
“I love you,” he cried out as his body trembled with release.
Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
Amelia was running late. I glanced at my watch and the door and then at everyone hiding in wait for her arrival.
A few minutes later, the door creaked open. It was Amelia.
“Why are the lights off?” she murmured as she walked to the switch.
“Surprise!” we all cried out, startling her as Millie turned on the lights. “Happy birthday, darling.”
“Thank you…thank you,” she replied when she had recovered from her shock.
She thanked everyone in the room personally before walking over to where I was standing.
“Let’s get married for real,” I whispered in her ear before crouching on one knee.
“Oh, my,” she said in a stunned whisper.
“What’s it going to be, darling?”
“As if you have to ask. Of course…of course, I’ll marry you,” she shrieked before pulling me up into a passionate kiss.
THE END
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Chapter 1: Christopher
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, looking down over the financial sector of Manhattan. This was my kingdom and I intended to rule it all. I ran a billion dollar hedgefund, and I didn't let anything stand in the way when I wanted something. But the message I had just received was threatening that.
I walked to my desk and played the voice mail again.
“Christopher, it's Robert. We found some discrepancies in the report and we need you to come down to my office immediately. I’ll be waiting for you, today.”
The message ended abruptly. I didn't like hearing Robert talk to me like that. He should be the one coming to my office, not the other way around. I think he tried to get a sense of control, but he would never be as dominant as me; no one would.
I pressed the intercom and alerted my temporary assistant. She had been on my assistant desk for a month. She was adequate but not smart enough to be on my desk permanently. I expected intelligence, ruthlessness, and drive. This assistant was too weak to have any of that.
“Amber, come into my office.”
“Yes, sir, right away.”
I moved back to the window and looked at the sky over Manhattan. It was growing gray and gloomy, like a storm was coming.
“Have my car sent around. I'm going to the Tremont offices. Call Wilkins and cancel the meeting at The Plaza for lunch. Have him meet me here at 4 p.m. instead so that I can go deal with this crap.”
“Yes, sir, right away.”
I grabbed my Armani blazer and put it on while walking out the door. A few moments later I was in my town car being driven to Tremont. Then I got another annoying call.
“Yes, Father?” I said, answering the phone.
“Your mother and I are coming back from Italy on Tuesday. We expect to meet her,” he said.
Shit.
“She’s out of town for a week, but as soon as she gets back I’ll bring her to dinner,” I said.
“You better. We’ve allowed you to get away with not being married by the time you’re 35, but only if you have a serious girlfriend that could lead to marriage. No more games, son. If you want to cash out that trust then that’s the deal,” he said.
“Yes, I know, Father. So you have said. You’ll meet her. I gotta go, about to go into a meeting.” I hung up the phone.
Damn it. They weren’t supposed to be back for another month. I thought I had more time to find someone to pretend to be my girlfriend so I could get back to business. The family was all about securing the family trust, and that took having children. My father and mother wanted me on the marriage track, and married by 35, but I had convinced them to loosen that rule to serious girlfriend that I wanted to marry, eventually. It took a lot of negotiating but it’s what I did for a living. I needed them to release that trust to me so that I could hit the winter quarter because I had some inside information that would triple it. If I didn’t get it by then I would miss the opportunity of a lifetime.
The car pulled up to the curb and I got out, then walked across the courtyard. The wind had picked up.
I looked across the courtyard and stopped in my tracks. A hunger grew inside of me. A woman walked across, trying to hold down her dress, which whipped in the wind. I got a flash of thigh-high stockings on thick, milky-white thighs.
I smiled. The green dress snugly fit her curves and the thin satin showed me every part of her thick, curvy body, which jiggled with each step. Her ample breasts bounced and if I didn't know any better I would think that she weren’t wearing a bra at all, not with that kind of movement. Her ass wiggled as well. I was hooked.
Her dark brown hair in a high ponytail moved with the breeze. The enchanting curvy woman was far ahead of me, but I was going to catch up to her. I saw something that I wanted and I was going to get it. She was all the way across the courtyard at the front door, then she disappeared inside the tall building, the same building where I had business to attend to. I quickened my pace and walked in the front door, but she was already entering an elevator. I had yet to check in with security and be given a pass. Damn it, she was getting away.
I was about to walk into a 10 million dollar meeting, and I needed to have all of my senses directed at my brain, not my crotch. But I wondered if she could be a possible fake girlfriend candidate?
It had been almost a year since I had been into this office. I made my way out of the elevator and onto the top floor, where Robert's office was located. The front receptionist led me down the maze of long hallways all the way to the back. I stopped in my tracks. There she was, the thick, curvy woman that had jiggled her way into making my cock hard. She sat at the assistant desk in front of Robert’s door. I felt shocked. She worked for a man that I hated.
She looked up and locked eyes with me. Those large brown eyes held secrets in them, and I wanted to know what they were.
“Lydia, this is Mr. Christopher Scott here to see Mr. Gavin.”
“Yes of course, he is expecting you.” She stood up and turned her back to me, just as the receptionist walked away. So, her name was Lydia. I watched Lydia’s ass jiggle as she walked to Robert’s door and knocked to announce my arrival.
“Can I get you anything, Mr. Scott?”
A list of desires filtered through my mind, all of them inappropriate. “No.”
I walked into Robert's office, and she closed the door behind me. That was a shame. This would be much more enjoyable with her in the room, but I needed to get back on my game.
“Scott, so glad you could come down. We need you to review these numbers, we found a good amount of discrepancies that do not match our data. Those discrepancies can mean a lot in a 10 million dollar deal.”
“So you have said, but I know that my numbers are right. I have the best financial analysts looking and crunching those numbers. Do you think that I wouldn't have them double and triple checked before I allowed 10 million dollars to rest on it? I think that your review is wrong. Who did it? You didn't do it yourself, did you?”
“No.”
“I didn't think so.”
The meeting did not get any better from this point. Everything I said he countered with an argument, and something led me to believe that he didn't want this deal to go through, for whatever reason. Perhaps he was betting against it; some insiders did that. But I wasn't going to let that happen to me. Nobody played Christopher Scott for a fool.
“That's enough. I think we can call this meeting to an end. It seems that we are not going to be on agreement on this so I will just have my guys look over the numbers again and give me a new report,” he finally said, giving in.
“Yes, I think that will be best,” I said, heading for the door. I walked out into the assistant’s area, eager to get another look at Lydia, but Robert followed me out. It didn't matter; I still put my eyes on her. Lydia leaned over her desk, so there was plenty of milky cleavage for me to look at, and I took full advantage.
“Besides this deal, I heard that you're looking into the YRQ stocks. I would advise against that. It doesn't look good,” Robert said.
“Actually, those stocks are trading at twice the rate they were two years ago, but only someone that looks at the long term track instead of quarterly would know they are on the rise and don’t show a sign of losing,” Lydia said interrupting.
Robert turned to her with a sneer on his face. I looked at her with a grin. She was smart, too. Damn, I was getting hard.
“I don't need input on trading from an assistant. If you want to talk stock, go restock my private kitchen. Go now,” Robert said.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but stood up and stomped away. I wanted to punch Robert in the face for demeaning her like that, but at the same time I got to watch her walk away. Her thick hips swayed side to side, making that ample ass jiggle underneath the green satin dress. It felt like my tie was getting tighter around my neck. I loosened it slightly.
“Send me your answer when you're done reanalyzing,” I said to him and then stepped away down the hallway. I turned over my shoulder to see Robert walking back inside his office and slamming the door. I smiled. I wasn't done at Tremont yet. I followed Lydia down the hallway and entered the kitchen.
“You should not let him talk to you like that,” I said.
She turned to me with wide brown eyes. She was shocked to see that I was in the kitchen with her, as she should be. Why would a billionaire be following an assistant into the kitchen anyway?
“Yes, well, he's my boss. So until I have a better offer on the line I have to take his crap, don't I?”
“So if you had a better offer you would leave?” I asked.
“In a heartbeat.”
“Good. Come work for me. You start on Monday and I will double whatever he is paying you plus benefits and I will take your input seriously. What you said back there is true, and not a lot of eyes are keeping on the YRQ track. It’s going to be a sleeper hit. Come work for me and I'll make sure you get a piece of that action. But I have a favor to ask of you,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed. “And what is that?”
“I don’t just need an assistant. I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my parents. I know that it seems strange but there is good reason.”
She gasped. “I am not going to sleep with you for a job.”
“I didn’t say anything about sleeping with me, Lydia. Just pretend to be my girlfriend at dinners with my parents and maybe a few public events. It’s not forever, just for a while.”
“I… I…?”
“You start at 8 a.m. sharp, don't be late.”
Her mouth fell open, and there were many things I wanted to do with that mouth, those pink lips. But I forced myself to turn and walk out. If she accepted the offer, and she would because she was a smart girl, I would have something to show my parents and get them off my back, plus a smart assistant.
Chapter 2: Lydia
I was completely shocked when I saw that Mr. Christopher Scott would be coming in for a meeting with my boss. He was a man that I admired, a billionaire that came from family money, but he was the one that ran the family hedgefund and turned it into a billion dollar empire. I was not expecting him to be so incredibly attractive up close and personal.
His dark brown hair was slicked back slightly, but not overdone. Because he wasn't one to care too much about his appearance, he had a five o’clock shadow of a beard almost all the time that gave him a dark and brooding look. His blue eyes were piercing, and I felt like they were on me constantly, but why would they be? I was merely an assistant and we were usually invisible. I was a curvy woman, not the usual model stick body type that attracted the attention of a billionaire.
But then something extraordinary happened. The man I considered my hero offered me a job. He even offered it after he saw Robert demean me like he always did, and complimented me on my intelligence on a stock trade. But of course it came with a catch: I had to pretend to be his girlfriend to his parents and the public. I didn’t get it at all, but I wanted that job badly. But could I take it?
