Executive Assistant

by 12 Author Anthology

  "Emma, let me get one thing straight. You're right, this is my modus operandi." He paused when she couldn't keep in her whispered I knew it. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes, and she blinked rapidly to stop them from falling. She would not be such a girl, she wouldn't. So what if her heart was breaking in two. She'd known this, hadn't she? She should have just walked on out of here and spared herself the heartache.

  "Are you listening to me, Emma?"

  "What?" she asked and pressed back against the door, as he suddenly filled her vision. Hands braced either side of her head but he didn't touch her, although he was so close they were breathing each other's air. Every feminine cell in her body whimpered in need. He was so not being fair. She couldn't think clearly when he was this close to her.

  "I said, this is my modus operandi in business, titch. I infiltrate the companies we take over, to get a real feel for them. You learn a lot when you work on the ground. You get to know the politics, the weaknesses and strengths of the business. You see who the real workers are. Who you want to keep on to push the company forward, and who you will sack, because they're useless. It's a very effective way to make our takeovers as smooth and as efficient as they can be. We buy companies that have potential. Potential that, for whatever reason, they haven't reached yet, and we make them strong by employing the right people for the job. Then we sell that company for a much higher price than we paid for it. Like my dad said this is business. My emotions are never involved, or at least they hadn't been until I walked in on my first day and I saw this pretty little blonde trying to kill herself on top of a ladder."

  He smiled down at her, and Emma couldn't help but smile back at him.

  "I was perfectly safe. You're exaggerating as usual." Or at least she had been until he spoke to her, and her befuddled brain made her miss a step on the way down. She'd ended up in his arms, and had endured a lecture on the safety of ladders.

  Shane raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head.

  "You were trying to kill yourself, and what's more none of the others were helping you."

  "Yes, well…" Emma had to concede that point to him, and he grinned at her. This was an old and frequent argument between them, and one she never won.

  "The point is, you surprised me that day and trust me, that doesn’t happen often. When you fell into my arms, as corny as that sounds, the world seemed brighter. Every day since, you've made work a pleasure. Did I realize I was falling in love with you?"

  He smiled at her shocked exclamation and kissed her nose again, and rested his forehead against hers.

  "I guess the answer to that is a hell, no. But, you, Emma, have a way of getting under my skin, and the more you did, the less able I felt to tell you how I really felt. I know you hate liars and even though I never lied to you, I guess I lied by omission, and I'm sorry."

  He pulled away and looked so utterly miserable that Emma simply had to hug him close.

  "It's okay. I guess I get why you didn't tell me. It would have changed our friendship, and the less people that know, the less risk of exposure, and you needed to be incognito for this to work, right?"

  Shane exhaled against her neck, and she grinned at his hoarse reply. "Right. So, am I forgiven?"

  "That depends," she said and he tensed and pulled away to study her.

  "On what?" he asked.

  Emma couldn't suppress her grin as the long buried imp in her made its re-appearance.

  "On what these dirty things are the CEO intends to do to me. And he's definitely not an old coot, by the way."

  Shane's eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest as his lips kicked up in a sinful smile that made delicious anticipation unfurl in her lower belly.

  "Hmm, yes, I do recall such a conversation in the lift this morning. So, Miss Mullins, do enlighten me. What are you willing to do for your CEO?"

  Chapter Three

  "Whatever it takes to get the job done, Mr. Nevin, of course." Emma warmed to this game and batted her eyelashes for good measure, as she pushed her arms together to enhance her cleavage.

  Shane's eyes darkened and his gaze zeroed in on her boobs.

  "I see," he said. "But that really doesn't tell me much. I'll need a practical demonstration of your skills, Miss Mullins. I will only employ those devoted to their job, and willing to follow orders."

  He smiled as he said the words, but his voice had dropped an octave and with all his attention focused on her, Emma found it hard to breathe all of a sudden. Somehow she sensed that this was more than a simple game for Shane, and his next words confirmed her suspicions.

  "If I'm going too fast, now is your time to tell me, titch. Otherwise I'll expect obedience from you, whilst we're in a scene."

  "Scene?" she asked, and her whole body tightened in need at the images that immediately battered her brain.

  Shane smiled again and cupped her face. He ran his thumb over her mouth until she opened for him and he bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. A sigh escaped her at the contact and Shane slipped inside and took charge of the kiss in such a way that left Emma in no doubt as to what he meant. Arcs of electricity darted between them, and she kissed him back, as their tongues dueled and parried. Every time she thought to gain the upper hand, Shane pulled back, only to attack her mouth again, until she clung to him, gasping for breath. He ground his erection into her belly and ran his hands slowly down her sides until he cupped her ass.

  Emma whimpered her need into his marauding mouth when he pulled her skirt up with one hand and used the other to cup her mound.

  "Mmm, such a naughty girl. I love how wet you are for me, but do tell me Miss Mullins, what happened to your knickers?" He murmured the words in-between kisses and then pulled back and grinned down at her, whilst sinking one finger knuckle deep into her pussy hole.

  Her greedy cunt clamped down on that digit and her hips took on a life of their own, as she ground herself against his hand. Oh that felt way too good, and she was so ramped up that it wouldn't take her long to reach her release.

  Shane added another finger and rubbed his thumb across her aching clit. Emma cried out in need and Shane abandoned her mouth and licked a path along her jaw down to her neck, where he sucked hard enough to leave a bruise, and then bit her. The sting sent white hot arousal surging through her, and Emma raised one leg and wrapped it around his lean hips. His fingers slipped in deeper and the wet sounds of her pussy, as he added another digit and finger fucked her with devastating precision, filled the air around them. Together with their combined harsh breaths those were the only sounds in the room. Emma dug her hands into Shane's biceps, as the familiar tingles started and she panted her need to come.

  "Harder, please, Shane. Oh god, I'm so fucking close."

  Shane pushed her harder, faster, and just as she danced on the precipice of her orgasm he withdrew. A strange keening sound filled the room, followed by the rush of air across her chest as Shane took hold of her blouse and ripped it open. Buttons pinged off and rolled across the floor and that strange sound stopped as Shane kissed her again. It dawned on Emma that the noise had come from her and Shane stepped back and looked her up and down.

  His heated regard set her skin on fire, and she whimpered under her breath when he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over the aching tips of her nipples.

  "Shhh, titch, you're mine now, and this lush body belongs to me, does it not?" He pulled her bra cups down until her boobs spilled over the top and her nipples hardened further in the chilly air. Without his body holding her up against the door, goosebumps broke out on her exposed skin and Emma shivered. Whether this was due to the need to come or the fact that he looked at her as though he wanted to devour her as he slowly undid his tie, Emma couldn't be sure.

  Not trusting her voice to work she nodded and the approval she read in his arctic blue eyes warmed her up from the inside out.

  "That's my girl. You have no idea how much it pleases me to see you like that. Pull your skirt up as high as it g
oes, so that I can see my pussy, and then stretch your arms up above your head."

  Emma swallowed and complied with fumbling fingers. Cool air hit her moisture slicked slit, and Shane whistled his approval.

  "Open your legs wider. Let me see your beautiful pink cunt, girl. That's it. Now shut your eyes for me."

  Emma did, and another all-over body shiver overtook her, as he wrapped the silk of his tie around her wrists. With her hands bound and pulled even higher until she was almost stood on tip toes, she was helpless, and exposed. The thin chiffon of her blouse provided no protection against the coolness of the door against her back. The fact they were doing this, here, right, now, where anyone could walk in on them added another dimension to this moment, and Emma groaned when Shane kissed her abdomen. He pulled on the piercing in her belly button and then kissed his way down south until he reached her wet slit. Hot breath feathered against her slick folds and Emma could feel her arousal trickle down the inside of her thigh. Another whimper escaped her, when Shane grasped her right leg and placed it over his shoulder, seconds before he sucked her quivering clit into the hot cavern of his mouth.

  Emma yanked on her restraints, but they held firm, and she let her head fall back and gave herself up to the delicious sensations assaulting her body in waves of bliss. God, that man knew what he was doing. He had her hovering on the edge in no time, and just like before he pulled back time and time again, until Emma wanted to scream at him.

  The appreciative murmurs he made against her aroused flesh were the biggest turn on ever, as he lapped at her juices and tunneled his tongue in and out of her channel. Emma's hips took on a life of their own as she ground herself against his face, and when he took hold of her other leg and spread her even wider whilst sucking her clit into his mouth, Emma's body splintered in the most intense orgasm she'd had in forever.

  Still, Shane kept on eating her out, pushing her into another orgasm and another, until she could barely breathe, and begged him to stop.

  When he did, she slumped back against the door, grateful for his hands on her ass supporting her, as he pushed her up against his raging erection.

  Instantly desire swamped her again, and she brought her legs around his hips and locked her ankles behind his ass. Emma tasted herself in the kiss he gave her, as he rubbed his clothed erection against her slit.

  Emma wrenched her lips off his, and she barely recognized the needy voice pleading with him.

  "Please, I want you in me. Shane, please."

  She yelped when he bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

  "I'm not sure this naughty girl rubbing herself all over my crotch deserves my cock. Look at the mess you're making of my suit, Miss Mullins."

  The steel behind those words meant Emma followed that order immediately and sure enough Shane's blue suit was stained with her arousal. Emma didn’t know what possessed her, but she tightened her legs further, and lifting up, rubbed herself up and down the hard, thick ridge in his flies. The action created delicious friction in her pussy and Shane's cock jumped behind its cloth covering. His heat branded her and Emma ran her teeth along his neck. Shane groaned deep in his throat, and the vibrations travelled through her body and made her hip movements even more urgent.

  "You … you … Oh, god, I'm so close again." Emma gasped as Shane grabbed hold of her hips and stopped her from moving. There was a ruthless gleam in his eyes, which just excited her further. "You'll just have to punish this naughty girl, won't you, Sir?"

  "Fuck, say that again, Emma."

  His hoarse words made her grin, and she shook her head.

  "Make me, Sir."

  A growl escaped Shane, one that spoke of his intense arousal and before Emma could even blink, he'd dropped her down on her feet, and unhooked his tie from the top of the door. Grasping her by the hair he yanked her along and then slammed her face down into the soft leather of the armchair. Bent over the back of it, her toes barely reached the floor and he had her wrists tied to the arm rest in no time at all, until she was completely and utterly helpless and exposed to him. Her cunt clenched and more of her essence leaked out of her and trailed down her legs. If she got any wetter she would leave a pool of her arousal on the parquet flooring. She giggled at the thought.

  "Oh, you think this is funny, do you, Miss Mullins? Let's see how funny you think this is when I spank that gorgeous ass of yours for your transgressions." He rubbed his hands over her butt in slow circles and Emma whimpered. "Come to the office in this short skirt, and not wear panties. Tease me with your wares, will you? Count for me, Miss Mullins, so I know you're taking your punishment."

  The first openhanded swat against her bare skin stung and Emma yelped.

  "I said count, girl."

  "O-one"

  Swat

  "Ow … I mean two."

  Swat

  "Three."

  Heat seared her ass cheeks and tears rolled down her face as the blows kept coming and her voice broke as she counted. Shane started to massage the sting away, dipping his fingers into her soaking wet pussy, in between spanks, and massaging her sweet spot. Stars exploded behind Emma's closed eyelids and time lost all meaning, as all the sensations merged into one. She lost count, and it didn't matter as Shane molded his chest to her back and called her his good girl. The growly whisper in her ear made her smile in happiness.

  "It's time for your reward, Miss Mullins. How badly do you want my cock, right now?" he asked and every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation.

  "Do you want me to fuck you, Em?"

  Shane fisted his hands into her hair and kissed the earlier tears off her face with such tenderness, her heart broke into a gazillion Shane-sized pieces.

  "Answer me, baby. I need to hear you say it."

  His eyes searched her face, and Emma nodded.

  "Please, Sir, please fuck your naughty girl."

  Shane shut his eyes and exhaled, and then there was the sound of a zipper and the rustle of foil, and then just delicious fullness as Shane filled her in one slow thrust, until his balls hit her clit.

  Emma gasped and Shane groaned, and then withdrew until only his thick tip remained in her. She tightened her muscles in a desperate attempt to draw him back into her sheath, and Shane slapped one tender ass cheek again.

  "That's it, baby, show me how much you want my cock. Milk me with that tight little cunt of yours."

  Shane pushed back into her core, only to withdraw and start the whole thing all over again, until Emma wanted to scream. It was only when the first ripples of her orgasm made her clench around him in uncoordinated movements that Shane's control finally broke. He slammed into her, and Emma exploded around his cock. Shane pistoned in and out of her body’s clasp in ever faster movements that made the chair bang against the table, and made her giggle. Her amusement was short lived, when Shane yanked her hips back so that he could manipulate her oversensitive clit. That little nubbin swelled even more, and Shane angled his thrusts until every stroke hit her g-spot.

  "Come for me again, baby. I want you to gush all over my dick while I come."

  Shane licked her ear and bit into the soft flesh, and Emma moaned, and gasped.

  "I-I can't. It hurts, please…"

  "Yes you can, baby, one last time, for me." Shane's harsh voice in her ear drowned out her doubts and Emma threw her head back, and gave herself over to the white hot, almost too intense pleasure as her orgasm hit with the force of a freight train.

  "That's it, baby. I'm coming right with you. Fuck, yes, so good. You're squeezing my dick. Argh."

  Shane buried his head into her neck and grunted his release into her sweat dampened hair with a whispered, "I love you, Em."

  By the time Emma could breathe normally again and became aware of her surroundings, she was sitting on Shane's lap. He'd unbound her arms and wrapped his suit jacket around her shoulders, and had somehow managed to pull his trousers up and her skirt down. With his waistcoat open and his shirt missing several buttons he looked devilishly s
exy and Emma grinned up at him, until the door opened and she wanted the ground to swallow her up.

  The cleaning lady turned all sorts of pink, and Shane laughed.

  "We'll be out of here in a minute, Susanna."

  The middle aged woman's blush deepened and she hastily backed out of the door and shut it.

  "Can you say busted?" Shane asked and winked at Emma.

  "You're going to get me the sack, Mr. Nevin." Emma said and Shane laughed and hugged her closer.

  "Only if you want me to, Miss Mullins, but I feel it's only fair to warn you, that should you leave my employ here, I will simply have to kidnap you and tie you to my bed permanently."

  The sinful images those words evoked in Emma's mind made her blush, and Shane shook his head at her and kissed her, a kiss so tender and heartfelt, that she knew she hadn't imagined his earlier declaration of love. All those Shane-shaped pieces of her heart connected and filled her chest to bursting, as happiness bloomed inside her.

  "You do know that this is insane, right? I mean this, us, it will never last."

  "Says who?" Shane's deep tenor held a hint of annoyance and Emma's stomach tightened. "I'd have thought you'd had enough punishment for one night, but I have no hesitation to put you over my knee again, titch."

  Shane tipped her chin up and speared his free hand into her hair, giving her no choice but to look at him. The emotional intensity of his gaze blew any objections Emma might have made out of the water, and they stared at each other for the longest time, until Shane smiled. This was the old Shane she had hopelessly fallen in love with sometime over the last four months, and she couldn't help but smile back at him.

  "I meant what I said, titch. I love you, and we can and will make this work. I can't … I won't let you walk away from us, and if it takes me until we're old and grey I will convince you that I mean business, and that I want only you."