by Cathryn Fox
She closes it and flashes me a smile when she sees me.
“What are you doing?”
“I was just finishing my notes,” she says.
I shove my hands into my pockets. “In my rule book?”
“I’ve given that some thought, and since I’m working for you, I believe it’s our rule book, and I thought I should jot a few rules down, too.”
Since I’m not sure I like the sound of that, I change direction. “I heard a crash.”
She crinkles up her nose—her freckles are more prominent now that she’s spent time in the sun. “Sorry, broke a plate. You can take it out of my pay, like the last couple I broke.”
“I told you I’m not going to do that.”
She puts the end of the pen in her mouth, nibbles a little and says, “I’ve given that some thought, too. I made notes in the book on how I could repay you, sir.”
Jesus, she’s fucking with me. I’m sure of it.
“How’s that?”
She just grins and says, “Your lunch is made. It’s in the fridge. The wind has finally died down, so I thought I’d take my hour lunch break and go for a swim.”
“Don’t forget your water shoes,” I say. I went into town yesterday with Khloe to stock the fridge and pantry, and we picked her up a pair of shoes as well as a few new one-piece bathing suits and a couple of cover-up dresses.
“I do need to pay you back for the shoes and all the clothing. But it’s all outlined in the book.” She taps the leather cover, giving me a small grin that pushes all my buttons.
I make my way to the fridge, pull the door open and find a sandwich and salad. “Have you eaten?” I ask. “We could sit on the deck...”
She wipes the back of her hand across her forehead. “I’m not hungry yet. I’ll grab something after my swim.”
I curse the disappointment in my gut. Dammit, I shouldn’t be trying to find ways to hang around her longer. I should be trying to find ways to avoid her.
“I’ll just eat in my office,” I grumble, and keep my head down.
“Whatever you prefer, sir.”
“Khloe,” I say around a thick tongue. “Call me Will.”
I snatch up my lunch and make my way to my office. I toss the sandwich down and catch a glimpse of Khloe on her way to her bedroom to change. I’m pretty sure the new suits will look amazing on her killer body, and damned if I don’t want to sneak a peek. Her soft humming sounds reach my ears as she makes her way to the door. It opens, closes with a soft click, and my dick urges me to head outside to enjoy the show.
I bite into my sandwich and shake my head. How the hell can anyone screw up a turkey sandwich? I peel it open to see that she used mustard instead of mayonnaise. I’m beginning to believe she didn’t read the rule book at all.
I toss it aside, my appetite dissolving, as a new kind of hunger takes up residence in my body. I push my chair back, my heart thumping a little faster.
Don’t do it, Will. Don’t give in to temptation.
Then I remember what Tate said. I need to get laid. The man’s not wrong. What is wrong is sleeping with the help.
Unless she wants that, too...
I jump up and make my way to the kitchen. The rule book sits on the table where Khloe left it, like she wanted me to flip through it. Who am I to disappoint? I scoop it up and run my thumb over the leather as I step out onto the deck. The warmth of the day falls over me, and I scan the beach for Khloe. Her head pops from the green water as she leisurely swims in the bay.
I pull out a chair, sit and flip the book open. I leaf through the pages with my writing and stop when the script changes. I settle myself to read, but the first line has me sitting up a little straighter, sweating a little harder.
This...this is what Khloe’s been up to? I take a couple of deep breaths before I begin to read her rules. And from the title alone, I’m ready to blow my load.
Ten Rules for Sleeping with Your Assistant:
1. The affair is secret.
2. Sexual pleasure only.
3. No dating.
4. No overnights in the same room.
5. No kissing.
6. No gifts.
7. No getting personal.
8. Life goes back to normal when we return to the US.
9. For every plate I break or any inappropriate behavior, there should be some sort of reprimand. I should also be required to pay for the things you’ve purchased for me.
10. I’ll leave the details up to you.
The world closes in on me, goes a little fuzzy around the edges. All this time, Khloe has been making rules of her own, rules that totally make sense. Rules I can live by. Humming sounds reach my ears. I push from my chair, look out over the ocean, and nearly bite off my tongue when I find Khloe standing on the sand, staring out at the ocean, dressed in nothing but her goddamn water shoes.
Sweet Jesus.
CHAPTER NINE
Khloe
I DON’T NEED to turn around to know his eyes are on me. I can feel them boring into my naked flesh as I admire the green waters of the bay. Every nerve in my body is alive and on fire, knowing Will is either going to send me packing or meet me on the sand and accept the rules of the game. The move is risky on my part, but from the way he looks at me to the tortured curses I hear in his throat when I bend to dust... Yeah, he wants this as much as I do.
A noise sounds on the stairs behind me, but I don’t turn. This is Will’s private paradise, and the only one who can be coming my way is the man I want in my bed. My heart crashes against my ribs, pounds behind my eyes. His vibrating energy, volatile heat, reaches out to me, slides over my skin as he closes the distance. Staying perfectly still, I breathe deep, catching his scent.
He steps up behind me, his harsh breath so damn hot on my skin, I’m sure I’m going to ignite. I’m about to turn to face him when he stops me.
“Don’t move.”
I have no idea what it is about his strong commands that get to me. He runs his fingers from my shoulders to my elbows, and I shudder.
“I read your rules.” Warm lips brush my shoulder, and erotic sensation shoots straight to my sex.
“And?” I ask, a thrill going through me. If he’s kissing me, it must mean he’s in agreement.
“There are a lot of them.”
“Not compared to the two hundred rules you have. But enough to keep us on track. No mistakes. No misunderstandings.”
“Yes, that’s why rules are important.”
“Very important,” I agree.
His teeth graze my flesh as his hands drop to my waist, shape my curves. “New rules for sleeping with the assistant. I never would have thought of that.”
“But you agree with them?” I ask, my voice coming out a breathless whisper.
Touch me already.
“Arms above your head.”
My pulse leaps, and I swallow as I do as he commands. A warm breeze washes over my naked body as Will steps close enough for me to feel his hard cock pressing against the small of my back.
“I’m still trying to decide,” he says, and I feel a moment of panic. Him being here, touching me, his blatant arousal...aren’t they all signs that he’s made up his mind?
“Decide what?” I ask, doing my best not to sound as needy as I feel.
“What the punishment for breaking my dishes should be.”
I scrape my teeth over my dry bottom lip. “It’s a big decision.”
“Very big,” he says, his fingers biting into my hips as he pulls me against his hardness. I wiggle, grind against him, and his deep groan of approval is my glorious reward. Damn, I love how I get to this man.
His big warm hands leave my hips, begin a heated journey up my stomach until he has two handfuls of my breasts.
“These,” he begins, as he kneads my flesh,
“have been driving me crazy for days now.”
“Sorry, sir,” I tease.
“Jesus, Khloe.” He growls into my ear, and my body shudders. “You’ve been fucking with me, haven’t you?”
“Who, me, sir?”
“Yeah, you.” One hand leaves my breasts, and he shifts his stance to grab my ass. He squeezes, pulls his hand back and gives me a small slap. I let out a little yelp.
“What...what was that for?” I ask, a new kind of pleasure dancing on my flesh.
“For pushing my buttons.” He takes my hands, puts them by my sides and steps back. He goes silent for so long, I’d think he’d retreated if not for the tortured sound of his breathing.
“Like what you see, sir?” I ask, just to get a rise out of him.
“Turn around.”
Sand squishes beneath my shoes as I slowly spin, and my breath catches when the heat in his eyes burns my flesh. I have never seen that look on a man’s face before. Intense, frustrated, excited...needy.
“Yes, I like what I see.”
My gaze leaves his face, takes in his loose blue T-shirt, going lower to examine the bulge in his khaki shorts. My mouth waters, and my fingers itch to close around him, weigh him in my palm.
“I’m not seeing enough,” I say. His body stiffens, and as he grumbles a curse, I bite back a grin. I have no idea what it is about this man that brings out the bold side in me, but I love his reactions.
“Widen your legs,” he commands.
I spread my legs, and my sex moistens, my inner thighs becoming so wet, I’m sure he can see them glistening. His deep groan confirms it.
He rubs his hand over himself. “Every night in bed, I take my cock in my hands and think about burying my mouth between your legs.”
Holy...
I figured this man was the opposite of vanilla, but I’ve never had anyone talk dirty to me before, and I have to say...I love it.
“I believe in rule number two,” I say. “Sexual pleasure is on the table.”
“The table, huh? How about the bed, Khloe?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and his nostrils flare as he steps up to me. He lightly runs the rough pads of his thumbs over my hard nipples, plucks at them, and once again slides his tongue over the dip in his upper lip.
“Have you been touching yourself, too?” he asks. “Thinking about me with my mouth between your legs, licking you until you explode?”
A whimper catches in my throat as my sex squeezes.
“Yes,” I manage to say. “When I’m in bed at night, listening to the waves, I widen my legs and touch myself, imagining it’s your fingers inside me.”
His hands leave my breasts, slide down my body and slip between my spread legs. The black in his eyes bleeds into the blue as he runs a finger along the length of my pussy.
“God, you’re so wet.”
He slides a finger into me, and my muscles hold him tight. I take a few deep breaths and make a move to touch him. “No,” he commands. “Just stand there.”
“Will,” I murmur as he slides another finger in and strokes me a few times.
“I can’t wait to get my cock in here,” he says.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask.
His grin is slow, so damn sexy when he scoops me up and hurries to the house. I hold on to him, reveling in the strength of his body, the rippling of his hard muscles. I’m pretty sure I won the man lottery with this guy.
“My room or yours?” he asks. “It wasn’t in the rule book.”
“Your choice,” I say. “Just please...hurry.”
He carries me to his room, and I slide down his body as he lets me go. We stand there for a moment, and he cups my face. His head dips, and for a second I think he’s going to kiss me. I’m about to remind him of the rules when he steps back.
His gaze roams the length of me, a leisurely inspection. I’d feel self-conscious if it were my ex, but all I feel as Will looks at me is desirable. I put my hands on my stomach and slide them up until I’m cupping my breasts. His eyes never leave my hands as he reaches over his back, grabs a fistful of his T-shirt and peels it off.
“That’s better,” I murmur as I revel in his glistening skin. His big fingers fumble with the button on his khakis. I drop to my knees, release the button and tug down his zipper. His hand goes to my hair, and he fists it tight. The little tug sends sensations straight to my pulsing core.
“Mmm,” I moan as I free him. I take my time to admire his length and girth.
“Like what you see?” he asks, his voice a tortured growl.
Instead of answering, I stick my tongue out and hold it there. He tugs my hair, and our eyes meet. His breath hitches as he grips his cock and cants his hips forward, rubbing the crown over my tongue.
“That is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.
“More,” I say.
He pushes against my tongue, and I widen my mouth to accommodate his thickness. My fingers slide around to cup his beautiful ass, gripping him tight as I take him deeper than I’ve ever taken a man.
He pumps into me, his cock swelling as I eagerly suck. I’ve never been into giving oral sex like this before. My nipples tingle, anxious to feel his mouth wrapped around them, and my sex is so needy, I’m sure the second he touches me I’m going to soar higher than ever. He pulls out of my mouth, and I whimper at the loss.
“I’m about to come down your throat, Khloe.”
I lift my chin and meet his eyes. “I want that,” I protest.
“You’ll get it,” he says, shoving his thick thumb between my lips. I suck on him, lick him, and he lets loose an agonized cry.
“On the bed. Right now,” he growls. I bite back a smile, and he reaches down, lifts me from the floor and sets me on the bed.
“I was fighting a losing battle, wasn’t I?” he asks, and just to be bad, I flip over so he’s looking at my ass as I crawl to the center of the bed.
“You tease,” he says.
“Who, me, sir?”
“I should tie you to that bed and make you pay for what you’ve been doing to me.”
“I believe that’s covered in rules nine and ten.” I flatten myself on the bed and roll onto my back.
“My God, you’d like that.”
“I’m merely pointing out a rule, Will.”
“I want you so goddamn much, I can’t think straight. You bending over in that little French maid outfit...”
I bite on my finger. “I had no idea what I was doing.”
A sound of disbelief rumbles in his throat. “This might not be slow or easy.”
“Did you read anywhere in the rules that I wanted slow or easy?”
“I want you so damn bad, I might just wreck you.”
“Yes please,” I say, and run my tongue over my lips. “Can I taste you again first?”
He tugs his shorts and boxers off, climbs onto the bed, and straddles me. He not-so-gently shoves his thumb back into my mouth. “You want me to come in here, Khloe.”
Since my mouth is full, I nod, and he strokes himself. In a fast move, he pulls his thumb out and replaces it with his erection, filling my mouth. My entire body quakes, and I suck hard as he rocks into me. I reach for him, run my hands over his sides, but he takes my arms and puts them over my head, positioning my body so I’m entirely open to him. He slides deeper into my throat, and I moan around his cock.
“Fuck,” he cries out. I make a move to reach for him when he pulls back, but the intensity in his eyes as he slowly shakes his head stops me and fills me with a new kind of excitement. I take a fast breath.
He repositions between my legs, his eyes going from my wet mouth, to my breasts, to the needy juncture aching for his fingers...for him.
“This sweet pussy. I’m going to own it.”
“Yes, sir,” I say.
Falling over me, he takes my breasts into his big palms. He tugs at my nipples and squeezes my breasts to form a channel.
“You have the nicest tits.”
I reach down and take hold of him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He grunts as I stroke him, but I lose purchase as he backs up and sucks a nipple into his mouth. A moan erupts from the depths of my throat, and I squirm, arch into him, giving him everything. He backs off and lightly flicks his tongue over my nipple.
“Oh, yes,” I cry out, and put my hands back over my head, gripping the headboard. The heavy weight of his body presses down on me, fueling the need between my legs as his cock presses into my outer thigh. Pleasure sweeps through my veins, burning me from the inside out.
He strokes my clit, and I rock my hips shamelessly. His chuckle vibrates around my nipple.
“Are you laughing at me?” I ask, as I take deep breaths. As long as he keeps doing what he’s doing, I don’t much care.
“Nothing to laugh at here, Khloe. No, this sweet pussy is something to admire, appreciate and enjoy.” He slides a finger into me, and I swear to God my eyes roll back in my head.
I lift my head, but he’s not looking at me. He’s staring at my pussy like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. When was the last time this man had sex? Then again, when was the last time I did?
“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and I do. He grips my inner thighs and opens them a bit more, putting me on full display. “Jesus.”
His head slowly lifts, and his gaze collides with mine. “I knew you’d have a nice pussy, Khloe. Christ, when you bent over and I could see your panties hugging you, your sweet lips, I knew. But this—” he rubs his finger down my lips, spreading them “—is so fucking pretty. The hottest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
My throat tightens with the way he’s admiring me like I’m a national treasure. I like it. A lot. Holy shit, if my ex could see me now, see the way Will is worshipping my body. Wait, no. I don’t want to think about that jerk.
“You know, if you come into my office and bend over like that again, you’ll probably be sorry.”
