Billionaire's Assistant

by Alyse Zaftig

  “You’re a virgin.”

  I could see that she stopped breathing, writhing under me.

  “How can you tell?”

  “I just touched it…your barrier.” I took two steps back and shook my head. “Your brother was already going to beat my ass for touching his little sister, but taking your virginity? Nope. I can’t do that. He has no clue about us.”

  “My brother doesn’t get to make my choices for me. I want to give it to you.”

  “I’m not going to destroy your virginity and be your dirty secret. We’re going to come clean to him.”

  “Can we do that tomorrow or something? You’ve left me hanging here.” She was still bent over my desk.

  “I want you to finish yourself.”

  “What?” she squeaked.

  “I want to watch you touch yourself. Right here. Right now.” I sucked a little bit of her juice off of a hand that had caught a little from her thigh and then I sucked the finger that I’d put inside of her.

  “No! Oh my god, that’s so dirty.”

  “If you won’t do it, I won’t do it, either. Why don’t you finish what we started, like I did when I went home hard after the last time? I’ve thought about you at night. Have you?”

  From her stillness, I knew that she had.

  “Let me watch you.” I couldn’t guarantee that if I made her orgasm while bent over that I wouldn’t fuck her and damn the consequences. It was hard enough to keep myself a few steps away when she was wet and willing and so warm right in front of me. “Turn around and let me watch you get yourself on my desk.”

  She turned around and hopped that sweet ass onto my desk. “Like this?”

  “Exactly like that.” I wanted to smell her sweetness on my desk and remember what this moment was like.

  Her small hand went to the apex of her thighs.

  “Don’t touch yourself so gently, like you’ve never done this before. Ride your hand. Make me believe it. Let me see what you like when you orgasm.”

  Her eyes closed as she worked that exquisitely sensitive little bud between her legs. The scent of her juices got even stronger. Her legs were shaking in another minute. She put her spare hand behind her on the desk as her head fell back, her mouth opened, and her back arched. I could see her hard little nipples through her shirt and wanted to taste them. I put my hands in my pockets instead.

  “Ah…ah!” she yelped when it was too much for her. Her whole body tightened up as she came on her own hand.

  Discovery

  Desmond

  I walked forward, pulled her to her feet, and licked her honey off of her hand while she watched.

  “Good job, kitten.” I kissed her gently, letting her taste her own juices on my tongue. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll take you home. No bus for you tonight.” And maybe not ever again. Paul could be as stubbornly independent as he wanted to be, but at least he had his motorcycle. Riley had been depending on mass transportation at night.

  I pulled her to the bathroom off of my office. I wet one of my paper towels and cleaned her off, kissing one thigh before going back into my office and putting her skirt back on.

  “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

  “I’m keeping it.” I didn’t give her a chance to protest. “I’m going to take you home.”

  She was still wearing her shoes. I pulled her off of her feet and into my arms, still walking towards the elevator.

  “Dez! What are you doing?”

  “Speeding up the process. These heels are hurting your feet. You can wear flats, you know. You don’t need shoes to look sexy.”

  “Put me down! I’m way too heavy for you to carry.”

  “Are you sure about that? Because you feel perfect to me.” I hit a button with one hand, balancing her little body between one arm and the elevator wall. I kissed her neck and heard her sharp intake of breath.

  The elevator took us straight down to the garage. I backed my car out of my reserved spot and headed for their place in Torrance. We had to go a block down the street to find a parking space.

  “Well, we’re here.” She tugged the hem of her skirt down. “Thanks for taking me home.”

  I pulled her across the console and captured her sweet mouth in a hard kiss, so hard that our teeth touched. “We can tell Paul about us. You ready?”

  Someone rapped against my window. Shit, a policeman had caught us making out in my car like teenagers. At least I wouldn’t get a ticket for public indecency. We were still fully clothed.

  But when I turned around, I met the furious eyes of my best friend.

  Paul was standing out there, his motorcycle next to him. In another second, the driver’s side door, my door, was open. Paul pulled me away from his sister and straight into his fist. I saw stars from a well-deserved punch. He’d finally caught me with his little sister.

  When he hit me again, I felt something open up in my nose. I was bleeding, but Paul wasn’t stopping.

  I didn’t raise a hand to stop him from giving me the beat-down that I richly deserved. I could hear Riley screaming in my car. Her screams got louder when she got out and pulled Paul off of me.

  “Stop it! It’s my fault. We were going to tell you.”

  “How long has this been going on?” Paul shouted. “How could you betray me like this? Both of you…”

  He let go of me, shoving me against my car, and got onto his bike. We all heard the roar of the engine starting before he went down the road, leaving us behind.

  “Well, that went well.” I could taste something thick and coppery in my mouth. I spat out a little blood onto the street.

  Desmond’s Place

  Riley

  Desmond put a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.” He hugged me close, even though he was the one who’d just taken all the punches my brother wanted to throw.

  “Don’t worry? Your nose is bleeding! You just spat blood on the street.” I looked at my shirt. “And I’ll never be able to get the bloodstains out of this shirt.”

  “I’ll buy you a new one. Five new ones. Let’s get you home.”

  I thought about sitting at home, waiting for Paul to cool off and trying to have an adult conversation about my romantic relationship with his best friend, which still was so new.

  “Could we go to your house instead? You need to get cleaned up…and if Paul comes home when you’re there, there’s a chance that he’ll hit you again.”

  “Sure thing, sweetheart. Just get back in my car. I’ll take you home.”

  Desmond didn’t live that far away, but he always came over to our place before he and Paul went out. I didn’t know why, but my stomach had butterflies. I’d never been in his space before, even though he’d spent a few drunken nights at our place.

  He turned on the radio as he quietly took us straight to his place. He lived in a really nice apartment building with a doorman who raised an eyebrow but didn’t say a word as he let us through. We went into the elevator. After swiping a card, Dez hit the P button at the top.

  “You live in a penthouse?”

  “Gift from my father.”

  I didn’t know much about his parents other than that they weren’t around much. His mother traveled a lot, and his father always seemed to be working. I knew that they were divorced, but I was realizing just now how little I knew about his family despite Desmond nearly being part of mine. It seemed unequal, because he knew my brother and had known my parents.

  The elevator chimed as soon as we got to his floor.

  “Do you have first aid stuff?”

  “Yeah, in my medicine cabinet.” He walked straight into his bedroom, where the bed was made, and into his private bathroom. He opened up the medicine cabinet.

  “You have a couple cuts from when he hit you. You gonna press charges?”

  “Nah. I deserved it.”

  “I totally disagree.” He winced when I touched a cut with so rubbing alcohol. “There was no reason for him to hit you like that.”
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  “There was every reason. I should’ve told him. He knew that you had something going on, you know. He talked to me about it. That’s why I backed off, so that this wouldn’t happen.”

  “My brother going ballistic?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So it wasn’t Zara?”

  “We’ve been over this. She’s not part of my life and hasn’t been for a long time. I’m many things, but I’m not a cheater. Any girl that I actually date is my only girl.” He cleared his throat and gently pulled my hand away from his face. “My face is clean. Thanks, babe.”

  “No problem.” I stared at the floor. “Well, I guess I should go home.”

  He didn’t say anything. Instead, he pulled me into his body and pulled my hair so that my face tilted up. His mouth came down on mine. We both knew what was going to happen. We were alone in his apartment.

  First Move

  Desmond

  “You won’t be going home tonight.” I pulled her to me, just slowly enough to give her time to say no if she really meant it but fast enough that she wouldn’t have second thoughts about this. We weren’t making out in my office now. I tugged at the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off of her.

  “Say yes, now, or we won’t be turning back.”

  Her eyes were dark. She seemed a little scared, but she grasped the bottom of my shirt. “Yes.” She tried to pull it off, but it was harder for her. She was a lot shorter than I was, so I pulled it off myself.

  In a half second, I had her naked. I was lifting her into my arms, bridal style, before putting her on the bed. I finished undressing myself before climbing on top of her.

  “You’re beautiful.” I tasted one of her dark, hard nipples. She smelled very strongly of apples and tasted a little like them, too. She reached for me, pulling me above her and putting a hand at the back of my head to pull me in for a kiss. I rolled us so that she was on top of me, her thighs pushed a little wider as her knees rested on the bed on either side of me.

  She was kissing my neck now, and she fanned the flames of our desire. If I didn’t get inside of her soon, I was going to explode before the main event.

  I shifted us so that I was sitting up, moving her thighs even further apart than they had been. I bit her upper ear. She moaned and threw her head back, pulling her ear away from my teeth.

  My hands were on her hips, pulling her closer.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered.

  I moved my right hand from her hip to grip my dick and guide it straight into her. I felt her juices on the tip, just an inch inside of her.

  “Baby, it’s going to hurt. Give it a minute.” Without saying anymore, I thrust upward.

  Immediately, I could see her teeth clench with the pain of losing her virginity. I put one hand on her clit while I began to kiss and bite her neck and shoulders, slowly rocking her back and forth, moving just a little while she adjusted around my cock.

  Bit by bit, I could feel her loosen around me. Her eyes opened, staring straight into mine. I used my thumb to wipe away a little moisture from her right eye.

  “Hold on. It’s going to get rougher now.”

  Her hands settled on my shoulders as my hands traveled to the top of her ass and hips. I closed my own eyes as I picked up the pace, moving her up and down on top of me. It was my turn to clench my teeth. I could feel the tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine that meant that I was about to blow. My balls were drawing up.

  And then I was burning up, shooting my first load inside of her. But I wasn’t done with just one shot. I twisted us so that her back hit the bed, her legs still on either side of me. I rearranged them so they were over my shoulders, her curled toes facing the ceiling.

  I kissed her as I pounded the rest of myself inside of her. I’d never come like this, like my body had an endless supply of seed. I heard her soft cry as she orgasmed beneath me. I felt her clench around me, so tight that it was hard for me to move. Her hips bucked off of the bed, seemingly of their own volition, because she was screaming now and she was far beyond words.

  When I was empty and she was gently clenching around me with aftershocks, she opened her eyes.

  “Wow. Is that how it usually is? I should’ve done this sooner.”

  I felt jealousy coil in the center of my chest. “It’s not usually how this is. It’s never been like this for me. And you’re only going to know what it’s like with me.” I leaned down and savagely bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder. I could hear her gasp in pleasure and a little pain from my hard bite. “Nobody but me.”

  Future

  Riley

  I was covered in sweat. Naked Desmond was still on top of me.

  “I’ve never felt this way about anybody.” I could feel my body gripping his huge, semi-erect cock which was growing harder. He was still inside of me. “You don’t have any competition.”

  “I’ll keep everyone else away from you. You can move in with me.”

  “Hang on. This is the first time we’ve ever…”

  “It’s the first time that you’ve ever done it.”

  “I can’t just move in with you,” I said, even though I had to suppress a little excitement in my stomach at the idea of being able to do this every night. I could feel my body getting warmed up again, even though we’d just come. My nipples were hard now.

  “You can and will. I’ll pay whatever you need for college. Tuition, books, computer, whatever.”

  “You can’t do that. And I don’t need tuition anyway. There’s just a first-year requirement that I have to live there, and I didn’t know how I was going to manage it. A job and some student loans, I guess.”

  “No loans.” He slid a little further inside of me, making me gasp at the magic spreading through my lower half.

  “You can’t win arguments by making me…oh!” I closed my eyes as my back arched of its own accord. I didn’t talk anymore as he made slow, tender love to me again. I felt a little sore, but I wouldn’t have stopped him for the world.

  A long time later, I could feel him pumping himself inside of me, warm shots that burned me up from inside. The fire that he stoked inside of me made my body shake with another climax, even though I’d come earlier that night.

  My body had the consistency of jelly. Desmond got off of me and brought me into the shower. He took his loofah and soaped me up. I did the same with my hands, feeling the hard ridges of his abs and kissing his shoulder. I could feel him beginning to get hard again when I heard the doorbell ring.

  “Hold that thought.” Desmond turned off the water, wrapped a towel around himself, and grabbed pants from the bedroom floor. I hadn’t even noticed him taking them off. He took a shirt from the closet. His boxers were still on the ground.

  Without Desmond and the warm water running, the bathroom felt cold. I got a towel and wrapped myself in it, waiting for Dez to figure out whatever had someone knocking on the door at this time. Probably something to do with the business. I could hear pretty clearly, since his bedroom wasn’t that far from the door.

  “You’re Desmond Barton?”

  “Yes. How can I help you, officers?”

  Officers? What was going on? I searched the bedroom floor for my clothes. I felt like I needed to be dressed for this.

  “You’re listed as the emergency contact for Paul Jenkins. You aren’t answering your phone, so we were dispatched here to see if we could find you.”

  An icy stab of fear entered my heart. I couldn’t see my shirt. I walked into the bathroom and saw it on the floor. I put it on. I had to figure out why the police officers were at Desmond’s place.

  “How can I help you?” Desmond was still polite, but he was wondering about Paul just like I was.

  “He’s in the hospital. We can provide an escort while you get there. He’s been in a motorcycle accident. Dark road. A semi with a drunk driver hit him.”

  My heart stopped. I must have passed out, because everything went black.

  Hospital

  Desmond
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  “Yeah, I’ll come. His sister is here. She’ll want to go, too. Could you give me five minutes? We’ll be right with you.”

  My heart was hammering hard. Paul was hurt badly enough to go to a hospital.

  “Riley?”

  No answer. She was probably shellshocked. I ran into my bedroom. She was crumpled on the bathroom floor.

  “Riley!”

  I shook her shoulders a little bit. Her eyes cracked open. “Dez?”

  “Babe, we’ve got to go. Your brother is in the hospital. It looks bad.”

  She started crying, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “Oh my god, I can’t lose him. He’s the only one I have left.”

  “I’m right here, babe.” I realized that she was fully dressed. “We have two police officers ready to take us to the hospital. You wanna go?”

  “Yeah.” She hiccuped and dried her tears. “Let’s go see Paul.”

  I helped her get to her feet. I kissed her hard, so hard that she stopped breathing. “We’re going to go see him. He’s going to be fine.”

  I put my arm around her shoulders as I steered her out of the bedroom and to the front door. I took my wallet and keys.

  All of us went down to the squad car. Riley and I slid into the back.

  “Sorry about this, but it’s all of we’ve got.”

  “It’s fine. We’ll take a taxi back.”

  I could hear the buzz of the scanner, but I was more focused on Riley’s death grip on my hand. I knew that she was scared. After their parents died, she and Paul were the only ones left. That’s why Paul was so fiercely overprotective of his little sister and had sacrificed his career for her.

  Police cars with the lights on didn’t have to comply with posted speed limits. We got to the hospital in record time.