Timothy didn’t look as convinced. “I’ll tell her.” There was doubt and resignation lining his tone. “Is there anything else, sir?”
“No. That’s all.”
He looked back to the screen in front of him. Moments later the door closed behind him. Jacques didn’t think anything of it more, he’d issued his order, expected it to be followed, and he had other things to attend.
“You can’t go in there!”
Donna’s sharp voice heralded the door of his office swinging open. Jacques looked up in time to see Neela storming through the door, barely slowing to slam it shut behind him.
“How dare you,” she seethed.
Her fists were clenched and her full chest rose and fell with each breath she ingested.
He reclined back in his chair. “Something I can help you with, Ms. Fitzgerald?”
She stomped up to his desk, slamming her hands down on the smooth surface. He dropped his focus to her turquoise fingernails and fingers with gold ring adornments.
“You went to my supervisor and ordered him to tell me that I’m to be here at six in the morning to be your personal assistant?”
“You’re being promoted.”
“Bullshit. You want to keep an eye on me. I told you that I didn’t want that position when you said it to me in person. Did you really think that telling my supervisor to tell me to be here then would make any difference? Get it through your head. You and I may have had sex, but I’ll be damned if I let you tell me what my job is. You offered, and I declined. End of story.”
“The pay is much better.”
“That’s not the issue.”
“Money’s always an issue.”
She narrowed her gaze on his face. She still leaned on the desk and he pushed up and took control of her mouth. Neela whimpered as his tongue tangled with hers before she yanked back and wiped her hand over her lips.
“No way. You want me here to fuck at your leisure. I’m no whore.”
“Come here,” he ordered, not giving her a choice and pulling her around the desk until she stood between his legs. Capturing her about the hips, he slid his chair back a little more before scooting closer so her ass was up against the edge of his desk. “I never said you were a whore.”
“You implied it by ignoring what I said and trying to order me to your office tomorrow.” She dropped her attention from his eyes to his chest and back up. “Again, I told you no. I’m not going to be your personal assistant.”
He flexed his fingers along her sides, cock hardening in his slacks to painful extremes.
Jacques knew he should let it go, but he wasn’t going to. This woman was the one he wanted beside him as he went to the appointments he had. I get what I want, Neela. And I want you.
“Neela,” he muttered, looping his index fingers through the belt loops on her pants, dragging her closer still.
Burrowing into the crook of her neck, he inhaled her sexy scent and all rational through flew out the window as he was again submerged by the intoxicating scents jasmine and orchids. She shuddered even as she sank her fingers into his hair, holding her close to him.
“I didn’t come up here to get fucked.” Her words were breathy and slightly panted.
“You want to leave?”
Her answer was to yank his hair, directing his mouth down to her breast. He happily opened his mouth and captured it. She moaned, arching into his touch, increasing the pressure on the back of his head.
“Jack,” she moaned, straddling his lap.
Yes. This was what he wanted. Her back in his arms. Grazing his teeth over her nipple, he shoved his hands up her shirt, grateful she wore an oversized dark tee. Releasing her, he pushed the cotton up, exposing the robin’s egg blue of the bra containing her breasts. With his index finger, he tugged down that material only to instantly cover her pebbled tip.
Her groan was louder this time as she shifted on his lap, rubbing against his hard length.
“This changes nothing.” Neela went to work on loosening his tie and moving on to undoing the buttons.
“Wrong.” He had a bunch more to say but her warm hands were spreading along the heated skin of his chest. Oh fuck.
This was inappropriate on so many levels but this was on a course he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. This woman fired his blood and made him realize there was more to life than work. He longed to rip her clothing off her and have his way with her on his desk. But they were at work and he couldn’t.
His resolve wobbled when she raked those short square nails down his torso. Sucking in a sharp breath, he proceeded to undo the snap on her jeans.
“I’m going to fuck you, Neela. If you don’t want that right here, right now, in my office, you damn well better find a way off my lap and out that door.”
“I know what I’m doing. If you’re going to fuck me, then do it. Don’t talk about it. I don’t want the words, I want your cock inside me. Deep. Hard.”
The tenuous hold on his control snapped with the force of a hurricane. In a singular move, he rose, her in his arms and lay her back on his desk, claiming her mouth with his own. Thrusting his tongue deep he used his left hand and undid the zipper keeping her pussy from him. He wanted it. Needed her clutching him with that velvet heat.
She purred and arched into him, her hands slipping over his shoulders beneath the silk shirt he wore. His moan joined hers the second his fingers slid over her wet core. Pushing two digits deep, he grunted when her velvet muscles contracted tight around him, not wanting to release him.
He yanked her jeans down as far as they could go as her shoes were still on. Panties were next. Backing off of the most succulent mouth he’d ever enjoyed, he licked his fingers clean, her taste sinking back into him.
As he freed himself, he stared at her. She lay there, shirt bunched up around her neck, bra tugged down over her breasts, exposing those large pebbled tips. Bare skin as her uncovered ass was on his desk. Her legs uncovered until mid-shin where her pants gathered. He flicked a glance to her ivy tattoo that ran up her leg and yes, just like he discovered in Georgia the tattoo ended on her pussy with the final curling tendril stopping right above her smooth nether lips.
Their night together months ago, he’d spent a long time trailing his tongue along that intricate vine work.
Lining the broad head of his cock with her pussy, he slid home without hesitation. Her body snug around him, warm and familiar. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as she moaned against his lips. The way her legs were nearly together because of her clothing, only tightened her grip on him.
“Fuck,” he uttered, lowering his head to claim her lips once more.
* * *
Neela would have agreed with him if she’d been capable of speaking. All she knew was pleasure. His thickness had sunk into her as if it knew exactly where it belonged. And she wouldn’t disagree.
Hearing what her boss had told her, she’d been pissed and had come up here to confront the big boss man. However, as his dick was now balls deep inside her, she could say she got sidetracked.
And she wasn’t the kind of person who would blame him and scream he had used his position to do this. Yes, it happened, to a good number of women, but this situation, she had willingly come to all on her own.
He pinched a nipple, and she jumped, eyes flying wide to witness him staring at her, his gaze dark and possessive.
“What?” she gasped.
“Watch me as I fuck you. You need to remember who makes you feel this way.”
Pleasure spiraled up and out through her entire body as he thrust within her. Even so, there was a devil on her shoulder.
“Worried I’m going to be thinking of another while you’re fucking me?”
Flames licked at his gaze, warning her to be cautions with her response. “Are you thinking of another man while my dick is in you?”
Okay there was a definite proprietary mark on that question.
She captured her lower lip in her teeth and und
ulated against him. “Never said I was thinking of a man,” she panted.
He narrowed his eyes and gripped her breasts in his hands teasing the tips. Each forward thrust, sent her along his desktop. She wanted to be able to hook her legs around his waist. She couldn’t, they were captured by her jeans.
Forehead to forehead, he continued pounding into her. He didn’t kiss her but stared at her, refusing to release her gaze.
“Tell me you thought about this since that night. That you thought about me.”
Had she had more control over her faculties, she would have argued with him. As it was, she didn’t. And so, she didn’t.
“Yes. All the time. And before you ask me if I masturbate to them. I do that as well. A lot. I close my eyes and wish it was you and your fingers thrusting deep. Or your cock instead of my vibrator.”
“Christ,” he rumbled, his warm chest against hers as his hung open from the chest. “You’re going to make me come.”
“That is the idea.” She flexed her internal muscles, loving the deep throated growl that he emanated.
“Neela.”
That was it. Her name. A single word but the way it fell from his lips it was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. And just like that, her body responded. It sent her over the cliff she’d been teetering on.
Clamping her lips together so she didn’t scream, she allowed that wave of pleasure to roll over her.
“I want to hear you scream my name,” he muttered. “I will hear you scream my name.”
He came seconds after that. And that set off mini orgasms within her. He continued stroking as they came before he took her lips once more.
Arching into his hands and body, she twined her tongue around his as it invaded her mouth. That had only taken off the edge, she wanted so much more. Unfortunately, it sank in where she was at this time.
Wrapping her arms around him, she broke the kiss. “I have to go. Do you have somewhere I can clean up so I don’t smell like sex and you when I go back down?”
She nearly whimpered when he backed up, pulling free of her pussy, leaving her bereft. I’m lying on his desk no better than a common whore. And our first time was in a boardroom.
Yeah, not her finest moments but damn it all, this man was worth all the shame that would come later. She sat as he moved farther away, hesitating a second as she allowed her gaze to drift over him once more. Body of a god, perfectly tanned, dark blue eyes that pierced her soul. As she stared his cock twitched, thickening as it once again began to lift.
“You wake him, you’re not walking out of that door for a while.”
She shimmied off his desk, yanking up her panties and jeans, although she didn’t fasten them. “Bathroom?”
He pointed to the right, and she slipped in, made short work of cleaning herself up, then backed out again as she buttoned her jeans. Jack took her place and was to rights in a short time as well.
She backed away and put the desk between them.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Because that worked so well for you the previous time?”
Ignoring his comment, she crossed her arms, trying her damnedest to convince her body it didn’t need his touch.
I can do this. I can stand here and ignore the fact my body craves him like it does oxygen. I can demand he stop meddling in my work life. Then I will march out of here head high and get back to work.
She backed toward the door. “I meant what I said earlier. Don’t meddle in my work life. I’m not coming up here to be your fuck bunny on call. I’m staying down there in the mailroom where I happen to not only be good at it, but I enjoy it.”
He narrowed his eyes. “So then you should be happy to work up here where the money is much more.”
She mimicked his action. “If you know the money in the mailroom sucks, then give raises to all the people down there. We work hard too.”
“We’re not done talking about this,” he stated as she curled her hand around the doorknob.
“I disagree, Mr. Perrot.” She opened the door. “I want no part of being your personal assistant, I’m quite happy in the mailroom.” She spun on her heel, closed the door behind her and hurried away, doing her best not to look at Ms. Donna as she scurried to the elevator.
She didn’t head back to the mailroom right away, instead, she detoured to the women’s bathroom and sagged against the first sink she came to.
Her body still humming from her rendezvous with Jack. She stared at her reflection and reached for some paper towels. Getting them wet, she dabbed her face and neck, trying to cool herself further. She sniffed herself, hoping that the scent of Jack was only in her mind and the others wouldn’t know she’d just shagged the boss.
Once she believed she was composed and ready to face her friends and co-workers, she made her way back to the mailroom. Timothy looked at her in shock as she moved toward her typical spot.
“What?” she called out.
“Why are you here?” he gestured with his hand. “I thought you would have started today.”
“Where are you going?”
Looking at Paulson, she shook her head. “Nowhere.”
“What’s he talking about?”
“Mr. Perrot felt like he could dictate where I would be working. He tried to demand I was going to be his personal assistant.” Casting a look to where Timothy was doing his best to overhear without appearing to be eavesdropping, she added in a loud enough voice so he would be sure to hear without any issues, “I told him I had no plans to be his personal assistant.”
Paulson grabbed her hand. “What about the money, Nee? I know working for him would be earning you much more.” A slight shake of his head. “So much more.”
She shook her head. “I know but the tradeoff isn’t worth it to me.”
“Which is?”
She kissed Paulson on the cheek and stepped back. “I know what a personal assistant does and I’m not about to be at any man’s beck and call. I don’t do skirts or dresses unless it’s a special event but I’m not about to go purchase an entire new wardrobe for a job I know I wouldn’t want.”
“What if he fires you for turning him down?”
She shrugged. That would be a bridge to cross when and if it came to that.
“Not something I can worry about right now. I have work to do.”
* * *
Four hours, stressful hours for she’d be lying if she didn’t expect him to show back up down there, she and Paulson walked out of the building into the afternoon. Her sigh came up from her toes and her limbs were a bit shaky.
This wasn’t easy nor would it be going forward but she was determined to hold her ground on her decision. Together they headed for Paulson’s truck and she smiled at him before hopping up into the cab of his jacked up black vehicle.
“Are we picking up dinner or cooking at home?”
She stretched out her legs as she buckled herself in. “I think we should cook. And by we, I mean you.”
“You bake the dessert?”
Wriggling her toes within her boots, Neela bounced with excitement. “Absolutely. I have a new recipe for chocolate pecan pie with a bourbon cream I’ve been wanting to try.”
He started the engine. “Well, hell, let’s get going then. We’ll pick up Bonita and Carina then head home.”
He called his nieces Bonita and Carina whereas she called them Mik and Mac. Turning on the music, she nodded her head to the music as he pulled out. She thought she saw Jack as they drove away but she refused to turn around to see if she was correct or not. Even so, she couldn’t forget how that man made her body hum.
3
Jack paced his office, emotions ranging from shock to anger. Shock at finding her once more to anger that she fucked him yet again then vanished. Sure, he knew where to find her but she was content to leave. Add into that, she flat out turned him down.
He’d been witness to her climbing into a truck with a man from the mailroom. That alone ramped up his anger once more. The fact she’d gone from
sleeping with him to getting into a vehicle with someone else.
With a low curse, he stomped to his computer and pulled up the employee records. Searching for Neela, he scanned her information, noting her address as well as her marital status. He breathed a sigh of relief to read it was single. Granted she could have gotten married since but he didn’t want to believe that.
There was something about her, he didn’t want to lose.
“Not that I have her yet. But that will change.”
He got up from his desk and strode to the door, pausing to swipe his jacket as he went. Donna had already gone for the day so the area before his office was quiet. All good in his mind as he really didn’t want to face her questioning looks as she’d been leveling at him since Neela had left his office earlier in the day.
Stepping into the elevator, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through to call his friend.
“What’s up, Jacques?” Toby’s question hit him seconds after he called.
Checking his watch, Jacques left the elevator and headed for the door. “Hey Toby, I think I’m in trouble.” I know I’m in trouble.
This was the only man he would ever admit anything of the sort to. His best friend and business partner.
“Trouble? How are you in trouble? What happened?”
As he made his way to his car, he pressed the fob to unlock his car.
“You remember the woman I told you about when I was in Georgia?”
“Yes, the one who rocked your world and ran away. Wait a minute, is she pregnant?”
“What? No, no.”
“Okay, then what’s the problem? She’s not threatening to sue you for anything is she?”
“No, that’s not it either.”
As he climbed into his car, he realized that during their tryst today, he’d not used protection. He had been so focused on being back inside her hot pussy he’d neglected something he never forgot. Until now. Until Neela.
“Jacques?”
“She works for me. Us.”
Silence before Toby cleared his throat. “Did you know that at the time? I’m assuming you didn’t because that would be a lawsuit waiting to happen.”
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