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The Assistant's Billionaire Fantasy by Jeanette Lavia
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Jeanette Lavia * Jolie James * Carly Katz
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THE ASSISTANT'S
BILLIONAIRE FANTASY
Jeanette Lavia
“Good morning, Mr. Marshall,” Gwen greeted the wealthy man cheerfully. “Mr. Stolz is waiting for you in his office.”
“Thank you, Gwen,” Mr. Scott Marshall said with a smile, rounding the receptionist desk.
She watched him until he disappeared into a door a few down from her before turning back to her computer with dreamy eyes. Thirty-five year old Gwen Rainey had been Stolz Brokerage’s receptionist for the last eight years, and during that time she had seen Scott come through their doors on a weekly basis.
Gwen had had a crush on him from the very first time she laid eyes on him, before ever knowing who he really was. His piercing gaze affected her on so many different levels. There were times she swore she saw a hunger in Scott’s eyes and imagined them having hot, primal sex right on her desk.
Then there were times she saw a tender desire sparkling in his brown pools and it warmed her heart. Gwen imagined them walking hand-in-hand along a beach at sunset. Whatever it was that she saw while staring at him, she had some kind of fantasy to validate the look in his eyes.
But as time when on and she realized who he was, her hopes of ever truly catching his fancy faded. She was nothing more than an uneducated, glorified secretary and knew there was no way that a multi-millionaire would ever take her into his bed, let alone his heart.
Yet still, every time that Scott Marshall walked through their doors he melted her with his powerful gaze. Gwen still held out a sliver of hope, but had reduced her fantasies of this handsome man to little more than brief moments of lust. For now, she was fine with that.
“Gwen?” Mr. Stolz’s voice came through her intercom. “Can you bring me the Marshall file, please?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied and promptly went in search of the dossier.
“Here you go, sir,” Gwen said as she entered her boss’s office and handed him the folder.
She glanced over at Scott and gave him a brief smile. The look in his eyes made her panties moisten. For a moment, she slipped into one of her fantasies...
She and Scott were having cocktails while soaking in a Jacuzzi. They were buzzing pretty good from the alcohol when she felt Scott’s hand on her leg. He downed his mixed drink and kissed her deeply while he caressed the smooth flesh of her supple thigh.
As his touch moved higher, then pressed against her sensitive cleft hidden beneath her bikini bottom, Gwen snapped out of her brief fantasy and blushed. She asked her boss if there was anything else he needed, tucked an errant strand of raven hair behind her ear, then left. She made sure to avoid eye contact with Scott as she went.
For the next hour, Gwen sat at her desk, beating herself up over the brief incident in her boss’s office. She couldn’t believe the effect Scott had on her or how she reacted to it. She imagined how much worse it could have been for her. The knot in her stomach twisted even more and made her sick so she disappeared into the bathroom to collect herself.
When she returned, Scott was sitting in one of the chairs near her desk. He rose slowly and approached her desk as she sat.
Keep it together, girl, she told herself. Don’t trip out again.
“You okay, Gwen?” he asked in his smooth, slightly-deep voice.
Gwen adored Scott’s voice. He sounded as if he should have been a singer, turning out slow, sexy love ballads like Barry White. Even his simple, innocent question made her melt inside. Gwen decided she was hopelessly infatuated with him.
“Yes, thank you,” she replied politely.
“You looked a little preoccupied in there earlier,” Scott said.
Gwen felt a touch of heat warm her cheeks as she blushed lightly. She simply nodded absently, choosing not to open her mouth in fear of what she might say.
You could say that, she mused to herself. Yeah, I was thinking of us fucking in a Jacuzzi.
“Ummmm,” Scott hummed, then paused for a moment. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing much, why?” she asked.
“There is an art expo opening tomorrow and was wondering if perhaps you would accompany me?”
Holy shit! Did he just ask me out? Gwen just stared at him blankly then slowly nodded. She tried to answer but her mouth and brain weren't quite making a connection yet.
"Sure!" she blurted out. She blushed a little, realizing her exuberance betrayed her.
“Excellent,” Scott said smoothly and slipped her his business card. “Call the number on the back, speak to Patty, and give her your address. I’ll send a car to pick you up.”
Gwen nodded graciously and tucked the card away in her brassier. She watched dreamily as he smiled and nodded, then turned and left. She stared off into space for a while, still trying to convince herself that she indeed had a date with one Mr. Scott Marshall, billionaire.
When the clock struck five, Gwen was gone. She barreled out of the office and almost literally flew home. Her face hurt from the large smile on her lips. She was still awestruck from the fact that Scott had asked her out on a date.
Even though the expo wasn’t until tomorrow night, Gwen didn’t waste any time. She started rummaging through her closet, looking for a nice dress for the occasion. Everything she had seemed to scream conservative; that’s not what she was looking for. Finally she came to the dress she was looking for.
It was deep crimson and along with her dark hair, would accentuate her fair complexion rather well. The open back would give Scott a good look at her smooth back and her large breasts would create the perfect amount of cleavage through the deep neckline. It oozed elegance and femininity. It was perfect.
Gwen held it against her body and admired herself in the mirror. She was going to steal the show and definitely catch Scott’s eye. Now all that was left was to find something sexy to wear beneath it- just in case. She hung the dress on the back of her door and rummaged through her dresser drawers.
She looked at all the little frilly outfits she had strewn across her bed and frowned. Gwen loved lingerie of all sorts and couldn’t imagine she didn’t own a single thing that went well with the dress. She glowered and decided she needed to go shopping.
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Thirty minutes later, Gwen was in the dressing room of her favorite lingerie boutique with an armful of lacy wares. Most of them were black, her favorite color for that kind of thing, but a few were crimson like the dress. She doubted they’d compliment her as well as the dress, but the saleswoman suggested them, so she figured she’d at least give them a shot.
She quickly stripped to her bra and panties and held each piece up to herself to start whittling down the pile. The entire time, she imagined Scott being there with her. Gwen could feel the heat rising inside of her as she pictured the stunned look on his face. She highly doubted he realized what he was getting into by asking her out, though she was being a little prec
ocious about having a sexual encounter with him.
Finally she settled on one of the bra, panty, and garter sets that the saleswoman had suggested. Gwen knew she wasn’t supposed to try them on without her bra and panties under them, but she was convinced enough that she was going to buy them that she had to try them. She unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the little bench in the room and then promptly added her panties.
She stood there for a moment, admiring her gorgeous, naked body in the full-length mirror. Gwen was a knock-out, complete with a nice set of large, pillowy breasts, a delicious hour-glass shape, and a firm, round ass. She was so worked up that her nipples were standing at attention.
Gwen cupped her large breasts and squeezed them gently, imagining that Scott was standing behind her, pressing his rippling, naked body against hers, and reaching around to fondle her tits. She cooed and closed her eyes, falling further into her fantasy. Her hands danced adeptly across her soft breasts, kneading and squeezing and manipulating them for her pleasure.
Her large, hard nipples cried for attention and the moment she took them between her forefingers and thumbs, ready to pinch and roll them, she felt insides flutter with pleasure. Gwen was completely turned on by now. She was more than just turned on, she was so hot she could taste it.
“Oh, Scott,” she moaned as she rolled her sensitive nipples between her fingers, imagining his touch on her trembling body.
The changing room spun as images of sex and lust flooded her mind and pushed her self-pleasuring to heights she’d never experienced before. Gwen touched and fondled and fingered herself in ways she hadn’t done is such a long time. Her body reminded her just how much she enjoyed anal pleasure which made her orgasm that much more powerful.
Finally, when she was done, she realized where she was and quickly dressed, made her purchase, and left for home. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
The limo drive from Gwen’s apartment to the art museum was peaceful but nerve-wracking at the same time. When Scott said he would send a car to pick her up, she wasn’t expecting him to be in the car, too. He told her that he felt bad about sending an empty car to drive her to the exposition so he changed his plans to be with her.
They exchanged small talk during the drive. Gwen found him subtly evasive about his roots when she would ask him about his livelihood and how he made his wealth. She noticed that most wealthy men, and women, loved to brag about their riches and how powerful they were… but not Scott. He came off rather guarded, almost ashamed of the little background he offered her.
The last few minutes before they arrived at the museum were spent in silence. Scott was thumbing through his smartphone, addressing some last minute business. All the while she was admiring him. She couldn’t get over how debonair he looked. Gwen thought he looked like a modern day Adonis and wondered if everything else about him was just as exquisite.
The limo slowed to a stop in front of the museum and a mob of media reporters. The door opened and the driver offered Gwen his hand. She was met by what seemed like a million camera flashes and floods from video cameras. She couldn’t help but beam at the attention as she stood next to Scott, holding hands.
“Overwhelmed yet?” he leaned over and whispered.
“Not really,” she replied coyly. “I could get used to this.”
They exchange smiles and ascended the crimson-covered stairs. Once inside the museum, they were signed in and announced. This time Gwen was caught off guard: Scott was announced as the museum’s primary benefactor and the recently finished wing of the museum was going to be named after him in his honor.
Scott gave her a wink and they disappeared into the crowd. As they waded through the mob on their way to the first in a long line of exhibits to be explored, they were stopped several times by the likes of other important businessmen, local politicians and even a senator. To Gwen it felt as if they were royalty and this was their court. In a way, she was right.
“You look lovely,” Scott complimented her as they moved from painting to painting.
Gwen felt the heat in her cheeks rise ever so slightly and imagined the touch of rose that graced her blush. Scott slipped his hand from hers and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him as they admired the art in front of them. She swooned inside and each time his hand moved from her curvaceous hip to the small of her back, she melted a little more.
More than once, Scott drew his hand in a little circle on her back, and with each circle, his hand traveled a little lower until finally brushing just the top of her supple bottom. Gwen let out long, silent sigh and bit back the urge to coo at his touch. It was torture, the way his digits danced upon her back, bare from the openness of the dress. Occasionally he would dip his fingertips beneath the edge of her dress instead of simply caressing over the fine fabric.
Gwen craned her neck and looked up at him. Even in heels, he was still a few inches taller than her. The hunger in his eyes took her breath away and she wondered how long it would be until they would find themselves somewhere, kissing and fondling and fucking furiously. She hoped it wouldn’t be too long. The dampness of her panties was already quite apparent against her flesh. Gwen was ready.
“Come,” he said.
“What?” Gwen blinked, startled.
Scott motioned forward, and Gwen got the idea.
The couple turned a corner and entered the next room of the exhibit. They were the first ones in and Scott looked around quickly. He took her by the hand and pulled her across the room. Gwen yelped in surprise but allowed him to tow her along. Scott pulled a heavy, black curtain aside and they disappeared behind it.
Without a word, Scott drew her into his arms and pressed his lips against hers. Gwen moaned into his mouth as he backed her against a wall and started running his hand up and down the outside of her thigh. They kissed hungrily and stabbed their tongues back and forth between each other’s mouths.
She felt the hem of her dress slide up her shapely thighs and they felt the coolness of the wall press against her ass. It was surprisingly cold and the thong didn’t offer much insulation. Scott’s hand slid around behind her and squeezed her cheeks gently. She could feel the strength in his touch and admired the tenderness that held that strength in check. Gwen had no doubt that he could manhandle her and there would be nothing she could do to stop him; she knew she wouldn’t try.
In a moment of desire, Gwen pushed him away. She unclasped the neck strap to her dress and let it fall to the floor. Scott’s mouth dropped open as she stood before him in all her sensual glory. The crimson bra and panty set, along with her jet black hair, and deep crimson lipstick made her light complexion glow with sexuality. Gwen licked her lips and slowly slid to her knees.
Scott put his hands on his hips, pinning his tuxedo out of her way. His shimmering brown eyes watched her intently as she carefully unzipped his trousers and fished out his semi-hard cock. The cold air of the curtained-off vestibule jarred it to life and Gwen watched in amazement as it grew and hardened massively mere inches from her face.
She slid her slender fingers along the length of his dick before circling them around its girth and stroking gently. Gwen looked up and locked her eyes with Scott’s while she slowly snaked her tongue toward his pulsing glans. She teased the tip of her tongue into the cleft beneath his cockhead and warmed inside when his body went rigid and he inhaled sharply.
Gwen continued to tease him before finally wrapping her soft, supple lips around his succulent shaft and easing it into her hot, wet mouth. Scott groaned and pressed his hips forward until he felt her nose nestled in the dark curly locks of his pubic hair. She swallowed several times to massage his head with her throat and started to suck.
“Ohhh,” he moaned softly.
She was on fire. She had been imagining this since the first time she ever laid eyes on him and now it was happening. Gwen sucked his cock like an artist, expertly alternating from slow, seductive sucks and licks to hard, fast bobs of her head.
Gwe
n rubbed her pussy through her panties while she pleasured her host. The smooth, silky fabric was slick and dripped with her slimy, sticky juices. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her. The very thought of his massive meat splitting her in half made her moan between the slurping and sucking.
A dozen footsteps on the other side of the curtain made her freeze for a moment. Scott pulled his dick from her mouth and pulled her to her feet. He swung her around to face the curtain and pressed his body against hers. Scott reached around and ripped her bra off. Her large, soft breasts bounced free and her nipples puckered instantly in the cool air.
He walked her forward until her nipples grazed the fabric of the black curtain that kept them hidden from the crowd on the other side. The thought of getting caught made her pussy drool and she trembled in fear and excitement. Gwen tried to back away, but Scott’s grip on her was too strong.
To make the situation worse, Scott reached down and pushed her panties down to her knees. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his engorged cock press deeply between her creamy ass cheeks. The head speared against her tight asshole and made her arch against him.
Scott moved his hips in slow circles, easing his throbbing meat up and down through her flesh, driving her even hotter for him. Suddenly he whipped her around to face him. Scott spun and pinned her against the wall opposite of the curtain. His powerful hands grabbed her thighs and pull her up higher against the wall.
Gwen braced herself and wrapped her legs around his waist. Scott jabbed the head of his cock into her wet slit and pulled her fully onto his shaft. The sudden thrust took her breath away and made her bite her lower lip or else she’d scream in ecstasy. She buried her face in the nook of his neck and held onto him tightly.
Scott started pounding into her fiercely despite the constant shuffle of feet moving from one exhibit to the next only a few feet away from them. The wall was rough but smooth at the same time, like rough leather that rubbed against her back and ass.
