His Secretary: BBW Romance (Her Second Chance Book 2)

by Raines, Harmony

  "I'm sorry. I've had some things to think over. But that doesn't give me permission to ignore you."

  "Oh course it does. You have a big responsibility on your shoulders. I worry about the girls, but you have the livelihoods and careers of hundreds of people riding on you."

  "Thank you for reminding me."

  "I'm sorry," she said, slipping back into her old ways.

  "I was joking. What I mean is thank you for reminding me there is more to life than work."

  "May I ask how you got on with your uncle?"

  "You may." Their drinks arrived and he smiled at Marion. Accepting his drink, he then passed Helen hers. "Thank you." He waited for her to leave them before continuing. "He's feeling better, but still insists he's giving up the bank."

  "And you don't believe him?"

  "Oh, I believe that he believes it. But I think once he's better, he will be itching to get back to work. That bank is his life. My aunt agrees. I spoke to her afterwards and she's worried he won't thrive without work."

  "Is there no way of you sharing the responsibility? Does it have to be all or nothing?"

  He sat and thought about it for a moment. "That might work. Although he will want me to work for him, you know your elders know better. Whilst I would prefer us to be equals."

  "I don't think you're the kind of man to be told what to do. By anyone."

  "Oh, I don't know. If you told me what to do, I might think about it. Especially if it was something I would enjoy."

  "Don't start." She shuffled uncomfortably in her seat.

  "Why? I had been so preoccupied with my uncle I almost missed how healthy you look."

  "Healthy. What do you mean?" she asked nervously sipping her drink. The next minute she nearly spat it out. "What is this?"

  "My usual. A little strong for you?"

  "It's almost pure alcohol."

  "Not quite, but it is strong. I usually use this time to mellow out a bit. I don't drink too much when I'm working, so I use my flight time to indulge myself. I am not in charge of the plane, so I let myself relax."

  "What else do you do to relax?"

  He grinned. "You know the answer to that."

  "Sex?" Of course, he meant sex. "Do you just pick women up?"

  "I used to, and then I tried relationships for a while. Then I went back to old fashioned one nightstands. I always took precautions though. I'm a firm believer in safe sex."

  Her arousal had now completely disappeared. "I don't know what to say to that. I suppose it's different for men."

  "In what way? I know plenty of women that are only interested in sex." He sipped his drink, studying her.

  "I suppose I'm old fashioned."

  "Was your husband your first?"

  She blushed, this conversation a little too personal. Glancing up at Marion, to check she wasn't listening, she nodded.

  "Do you want to take this conversation somewhere a little more private?"

  "Oliver ... I."

  He winked at her. "Live dangerously, Helen."

  Before she had chance to answer he rose from his seat. Holding his drink in one hand and offering the other one to her. Wordlessly she took it, once again looking to Marion, who studiously ignored them. Standing up she wobbled a little, and then took a deep steadying breath. She could do this. More importantly, she wanted to do this. All the feelings from earlier returned. She wanted to know if he planned to live up to his earlier promise of what he planned to do to her.

  He walked along to the back of the plane, opening a door, which led into what she could only call a bedroom. It could be anywhere, a house, a hotel. But it was in a plane, and the bump from turbulence reinforced this. He went inside and she followed. Helen stood to one side while he shut the door firmly and then locked it. Time for a bigger gulp of her drink.

  "Shall I take that for you?" he asked, placing his glass down on a table. "Then we can get comfortable."

  "I really don't think I can do this." Who was she kidding? She felt excitement course through her. This was about as risqué as she had ever been.

  "Oh, yes, you can." He pulled her into his arms, and kissed her, his hand travelling up her back. "I want you to know, that I may have had many women, but it's never been like this. I never thought there was such a thing as 'the one'. But now I'm a believer."

  "Is that what you say to all your women to get them into your bed?" She winced as she heard the words leave her mouth.

  "Shhh, don't say things like that. You know it's the truth."

  Yes. She did. "I don't understand why?"

  "I'd be lying if I said I did. Because I don't. But I don't care. Sometimes there doesn't need to be a reason. At least not one that you can point your finger at and say that's it. All I know is that I want you. I need you. And I know you want me. Right now, at this minute. Forget about everything else. Before we land and our worlds go crazy, let's have now. You and me."

  "You sure you haven't used that line before?" she asked, feeling her insides melt.

  "Positive." His mouth crushed hers, his hand going to the small of her back and pulling her into him.

  Helen threaded her arms around his neck, and kissed him back. Infusing her lips with all the pent up longing she had felt all day. She wanted him to know exactly how she felt about him. If this was just one of his chat up lines, she didn't care. If, when they stepped off the plane, he told her it was all a hoax, at least she would have this memory. She would remember, forever, how she felt right now.

  Boy, what a memory it would be. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. His hand pressed her closer to his body, and she felt the press of his hard length against her clit. Unable to resist moving against him, she lifted her body up and down to rub herself against him. His mouth left hers. Moving down to burrow itself in her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin.

  Then they were by the bed and he lowered her down. She stood and watched while he stripped his shirt off, then dropped his pants to the floor. His cock stood erect in front of her, she reached out and wrapped her hand around him. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, his hips moving in circles so that her hand stimulated him. The first drop of his precome appeared. Helen licked her lips and then lowered her mouth to take him fully inside.

  His breath hissed, his hand going to the nape of her neck and massaging her skin. He pushed further forward and she took him down until she thought she would gag. Sucking hard she tasted him. Letting him slide out of her mouth until only her lips covered the tip of him.

  Raising her eyes, she saw him watching her, arousal openly expressed in his face. Feeling powerful, she took him inside her mouth again, rolling her tongue over the head of his cock. He went weak at the knees, dipping slightly. He had to place his hands on her shoulders, using her for support. She loved the control she had over him. This man, so rich and powerful was hers in this moment. Her hand cupped his balls, and her mouth sucked and then let go over and over again.

  It was over so quickly, his hips thrusting forward, his hand fisting her hair. He came, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallowed as much as she could, but finally had to let him go, and head for the small sink. Cursing herself for spoiling the moment for him.

  "Sorry," she said, returning to him, embarrassed.

  "For what? That was mind blowing."

  "You don't have to humour me."

  He pulled her into his arms, pressing his still naked body against hers. "I am not humouring you. That was earth shattering. Thank you." He kissed her, before saying, "Now perhaps I can return the favour."

  Her knees went weak at the thought. "I don't think I would feel comfortable taking my clothes off on a plane."

  "Why? The door is locked."

  "What if we crash?"

  He laughed, a deep belly laugh. "Helen, if we crash, the last thing on your mind will be that you are naked. It's not going to happen anyway. I promise."

  His hand slid down between her thighs, drawing upwards to stimulate her clit through her clothe
s. "That's not fair." She gripped his arms, swaying slightly at his touch.

  "I'm not going to play fair, Helen. I told you what I was going to do to you. Where I was going to use my tongue."

  She swallowed her arousal, trying to be strong. His words had played around her mind for the last few hours. She thought she could do this, but now, she wasn't so sure. Outside that door, only feet away was an air stewardess, not to mention a pilot and a co-pilot. What if they could hear?

  Chapter Ten - Oliver

  He was pushing her comfort zone, he knew that. But she pushed his too. Not in a sexual way, in a more intimate way, if that was possible. She made him feel things he never thought he would feel. To experience sex in a completely different, deeper, way. All these experiences were on a higher level. Each new thing they shared left him wanting more. More of her, more of her company, more of her love.

  Undoing her buttons, he pushed her dress off her shoulders. No resistance so far. Next, he unclasped her bra, his hands cupping her generous breasts in his warm eager hands. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

  She shook her head. Oliver moved to help her sit on the bed, his fingers going to the elastic on her panties. He slipped them off, and eased her thighs apart, kneeling before her. Giving her no time to think, he kissed her thighs, and then captured his prize in his mouth. Her hands plunged into his hair, pulling hard in her intense arousal. He obliged by sucking on her clit, tasting her juices. His tongue flicked out and stimulated the little bud until Helen was writhing under him.

  One finger pressed inside her sex, making her whimper, while his mouth continued its assault on her clit. She pressed herself down on his mouth and he sucked harder, his tongue sliding along her slit. Another finger pushed into her, and then a third as he worked them deeper, sliding along her inner walls. In and out, his fingers searching for the secret spot inside her that would make her go wild.

  Losing control, she drew her knees up, her hips bucking off the bed as he took her higher and higher. Then his fingers found the magic spot, which sent her over the edge. He carried on his relentless assault of her body. Her hand left his hair, and instead she bit down on her knuckle to drown out her cries. Her voice muffled, but there was no doubt, about the intense pleasure he was giving her.

  At last, she lay back limp, completely spent. He kissed her thighs, and then moved up to lie next to her on the bed. Pulling her into his chest. He kissed her, and held her tightly, his arms protecting her. He wished with all his heart, that they could step off this plane and he could make all her worries disappear. If only he could throw his money at her and make her happy. But that wasn't the answer. And in that moment, he felt powerless. So much was out of his control. A feeling he found he didn't like.

  Yet for Helen he would learn to live with it. Learn to conquer it.

  Chapter Eleven - Helen

  That had certainly lived up to his promise, and more. He had completely drained her body. She buried her face into his chest, kissing him, tasting the salt on his skin. He hadn't had a chance to shower since they had been to the beach. The taste of him reminded her of the time they had spent together. All of it good. She stroked his chest with her fingertips, and she felt his cock stir against her.

  Knowing this was the last chance for them to have sex for who knew how long, she curled her hand around him and brought him back to life. Then she pushed him onto his back and lifted herself up to straddle him.

  "Do you have a condom?" she asked.

  He turned on his side, reaching down to the pile of his clothes on the floor and searched through his pockets. Coming back to her with his prize, he handed it to her. Opening it quickly, she placed it on the head of his cock, which was now rigid with arousal. Slowly she rolled it down to cover him, watching his face as her fingers worked. He bit his bottom lip when she had rolled it all the way down and then cupped his balls in her hand squeezing gently. His hips moved, rolling on the bed.

  Kneeling up she guided him into her sex. Lowering herself down slowly to take him inside her completely. He filled her, stretched her when she sank down lower and lower. His hands went to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her into a rhythm. His hips lifted to meet her with each downward thrust of her body. When she raised herself up and released him, he held his breath ready for the next sensation of friction. Skin on skin, the heat between them growing like some natural phenomenon. Soon that heat exploded, too intense to contain.

  She rocked her hips, circling them around. He gripped her, his fingers digging into her hips and thrust hard into her. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, crying out as she came. He grunted, his seed filling the condom.

  Lifting himself up he sat with her in his lap. His mouth claiming her breasts as he ground out his orgasm. She kissed his face, her hands stroking his back, nails grazing his skin, making him come harder. For now, the thought of where they were, escaping her.

  Totally spent, they lay in each other’s arms. He looked at his watch. "Half an hour till we land. We need to get dressed and seated."

  "One more minute," she said, kissing him. "There's something I want to say."

  "Should I be worried?" he asked.

  "No. It's just that I've decided that it would be better if I give up any thoughts of working at the bank. Whatever happens between us, it wouldn't work. If we stay together, it's better if we work separately. And if we ... you know, split up, then I couldn't work there anyway."

  "I hate that I've already broken my promise to you. I said you could have a job at the bank to help you and your children have a better life. Now I've forced you to give up that dream."

  "You haven't. That's why I wanted to tell you now. It's one less thing for either of us to think about. I would still appreciate a reference. But maybe it's better this way. I'll feel better about myself if I get a new job myself."

  That’s very brave of you.” He kissed her lips, and then trailed fire along her jawline and down her neck. “You’ll have my support and references from the bank. I’ll ask Max to sort that out first thing on Monday.”

  She sighed against him, her hands stroking his back. Then she kissed his chest, lingering over his nipples, feeling him hardening again. "We need to get dressed. I don't want to land half naked."

  "Oh, I don't know. It would do my reputation no end of good. My playboy reputation anyway. My business reputation not so good."

  Reluctantly they retrieved their clothes. Helen spending a good deal of time checking her appearance in the mirror, cursing not having a hairbrush with her. It was in her purse, on the other side of the bedroom door.

  "The just got out of bed look is incredibly sexy on you," he said.

  "Not helping," she answered, smoothing her hair back from her face.

  He sidled up behind her and captured her in his arms, kissing her neck, his hands roaming up to her breasts. "How about this? Is this helping?"

  "I think you need a cold shower."

  "If only we had time. That is another fantasy of mine that we'll have to put off for another day."

  She turned in his arms, looking up into his face. "When we get off this plane. You can walk away. No hard feelings, no repercussions. To everyone else this will simply have been a business trip.”

  “Is that what you want?” he asked. His face deadly serious.

  “It doesn’t matter what I want. If it would make life easier for you to forget about me, forget about us, then I would live with it.”

  “But would you be happy?”

  She shook her head.

  “Neither would I honey.” He tilted her chin up so she faced him again. “You are what I want. Somehow, we have to work out a way to sandwich our two imperfect lives together. We can make this work. Nothing can come between us if we agree to be honest.”

  She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Thank you.”

  "This is it. We go back out there, sit down and then buckle up for the ride."

  She leaned her head against his chest.
"I'm scared."

  "Fear is what makes life worth living. You feel it, you face it and you conquer it."

  "I wish I was as brave as you are."

  "You are, Helen. You just don't know it yet. Think of everything you've done, every battle you've won, every obstacle you've conquered. And this time you'll have me at your side."

  "You really can talk the talk, you know."

  He reached for the door, turning to say, "I can walk the walk too." He winked at her, opening the door and leading her out of the bedroom. She kept her head down, but when she did venture a look, she saw that Marion was occupied. Whether as a discretionary measure or the glasses did need polishing, she wasn't sure. However, she was very grateful at not having to meet a critical stare.

  "We're approaching the coast now," Oliver said, doing his seat belt up. "We'll be landing shortly. Once we're through customs I'll pick my car up and I'll take you home."

  Helen looked at her watch. "We made good time. Hopefully the traffic will be kind and I'll be home before they have their baths. I expect Dan and Max will be glad to be relieved of duty."

  "I'll personally thank Max too. In fact you might want to mention that I would like to call her before Monday."

  "Oh?"

  "Yes. I would like to have at least one person on my side when I walk into the bank on Monday. I'm not too sure how the workforce is going to take it. I am sure I operate a hell of a lot differently to Bob."

  "I'm sure you do. But they'll understand won't they?"

  "I don't know. But if I can't gain their trust, or certain people think that this is a ripe time for a hostile takeover, I'll be in for a rough ride."

  "It would be easier if your uncle could be seen around the bank, wouldn't it. Quell any dissent."

  "Yes. Who wants a new boss to come along and change things up? It's much easier to stick with what you know. If Bob were in better health, it would have been easier to take a year to introduce me and then hand over control. But things don't always work out perfectly, do they?"