by Aliyah Burke
“Right now?”
Man, she deserved a drink for not having a high-pitched squeal with her question. And once I get off work, I’ll have one. Or five.
“That would be preferable. We don’t keep Mr. Perrot waiting.”
Fuck.
“Right.” She ran her hands down the front of her pants and tried to hide her gulp. “Back as soon as I can, assuming I’m not fired.”
Timothy shook his head. “You’ve not met him so why would he fire you? Did you do something horrible when you delivered his mail today?”
“Didn’t think so.” And I do know him, intimately, just strictly as Jack.
Timothy shooed her along. “Let’s not keep him waiting. I don’t want his secretary to call back down here.”
Because she had wanted the dour faced woman to call the first time? Not likely. She held up her hands. “I’m going, I’m going.”
Braver on the outside than the inside, she remained composed until the doors on the elevator slid shut, closing her off from the ones watching her. The mailroom had a tight knit group so the fact the man who owned the company wanted to see her, spread like wildfire.
Alone, she sagged against the metal railing in the car and struggled to capture her breath. It hit her. Perhaps there was a camera in here and he was watching. Gritting her teeth, she stood up straight and forced a yawn, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Regardless of who he was, he wouldn’t see her sweat. At least not in this situation. She’d done plenty of sweating with him their night together.
Her nipples pebbled and her clit throbbed. She struggled not to squeeze her thighs together in an effort to ease the ache.
I don’t need to be aroused when I get up to see him. Unfortunately, she didn’t have any control over the state of her body at the knowledge she was getting closer to the man who’d catapulted her to a new plane of pleasure that night.
However, when the doors slid open on the top floor, from all outward appearances, she was the epitome of calm. She walked up to the desk, she’d just been to a bit earlier to drop off the mail and waited for the dour-faced woman to look at her.
It wasn’t that the secretary was mean, she just looked it, for whatever reason. Honestly, Neela liked her. Didn’t take a lot of gruff from anyone.
“He’s waiting for you. Go on in.”
If only that were true. “Thank you, Ms. Donna.”
Neela made her way up to the large dark door and knocked twice before pushing her way in. Her gaze cut directly to the humongous wood desk, dominating the room. Her mouth watered at the thought of being bent over it while he fucked her from behind, skidding her breasts over the polished wood. There was matching furniture, a small coffee maker, and a few other things but she had locked onto the man himself.
Jack stood by the windows, much as he had the night in Georgia when he fucked her senseless in a boardroom away from the party. This time, he had an arm braced up on the glass and one hand in his pocket.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” She waited by the door, leaving it propped open.
“Come in and shut the door.”
His deep voice did things to her that should be outlawed. She picked up on the slight accent, it had been more prevalent their shared night. He still hadn’t turned to face her, and that annoyed her for a number of reasons. However, she listened and quietly closed the door behind her.
At least she’d believed it had been quiet. The moment it clicked he turned, and she was burned by the heat in his gaze. If the door hadn’t been at her back, she very well may have stepped back, purely out of reflex. As it was, she held her ground.
“Why did you call me up here?”
“Come sit down, Ms. Fitzgerald.” He gestured to a chair across from that huge expanse of a desk. He moved forward and rested his large strong hands on the back of his dark brown executive leather chair.
She listened even as her gaze strayed to his fingers as they gripped the back of his chair. Her heart thundered harder within her chest. All she could see right now was the reflection of him gripping her hips in the window on the top floor of the building as he fucked her on that boardroom table. She exhaled slowly and perched on the edge of the seat.
Once she’d taken the chair, he moved to claim his own. She waited for him to say something. In her ear were the faint strands of her music pumped in from the lone earbud she wore.
Maybe I should have taken this out.
Silence stretched, but she forced herself to remain still and not fidget beneath that intense stare.
“Two things,” he rumbled going from his mouth straight to her clit.
She nipped the inside of her lower lip and prayed she didn’t leave a wet spot on the cushion of the chair. No promises, because…
“Which would be?” she prompted when he didn’t speak.
“Why did you leave me sleeping and what are you doing working in my mailroom?”
She blinked. “I left you sleeping because I had to leave and didn’t see why I should stay. I’m working in the mailroom because that’s where I was hired.”
He leaned forward and rested his hands on his desk top. She held his gaze, unwilling to show how unnerved he made her with that stare of his.
“Didn’t see why you should stay?”
“It was a quick fuck during a party. I didn’t think there was to be cuddling afterward.”
His firm lips twitched. “Baby, there wasn’t anything quick about what we did.”
Her core throbbed, and she swallowed. He spoke the truth, it hadn’t been quick. There wasn’t an inch of her he didn’t lick, nip, or explore and she could say the same about her to him.
“Not that it’s relevant now but thank you for pointing that out to me. Now, is there anything else? I have to get back to work.”
“Mailroom?”
“Nothing wrong with that. It’s honest work.”
“I want you up here with me. Be my personal assistant.”
She snorted. “No.” In the next second, she realized how rude that sounded and held up a hand by way of apology. “Let me rephrase that.” She cleared her throat. “Thank you for the offer but I will have to decline.”
He narrowed his sharp dark gaze. “You’re turning me down?”
Apparently not a lot of people did that. She made sure to keep her smirk contained.
“Yes.” She pushed to her feet. “I appreciate the offer. Excuse me, I have to get back to work.”
She left the office before she could change her mind and accept that position. With a smile for Ms. Donna, she prayed the elevator would close before he got out to where she was. She needed to get home and decompress all this information. Sensory overload.
Chapter Two
Jacques rubbed his temples and stared at the closed door, separating him from Neela. Christ, the second she stepped through the door, all he could think about was stripping her bare and having his way with her.
Had she just turned him down? Seriously, did she not understand what being his assistant would offer her?
“But she walked out. And I hadn’t even told her we were done.”
He couldn’t be mad at her though, her shock had to be as his was with the seeing one another again.
Pulling up his schedule, he skimmed it even as he continued attempting to wrap his mind around the fact she was in his building. He wanted her up here with him. I get what I want.
He shook his head and picked back up the phone, he called Donna to have her send for Neela’s immediate supervisor. Wanting him in his office within the hour.
While he waited for the man to arrive, he finished up some phone calls and sent out some emails.
“Mr. Perrot, Mr. Harden is here to see you.”
“Send him in.”
Donna opened the door and the tall man slipped by his secretary to enter his office. He fidgeted with his tie as he moved to the desk.
“You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Sit down, Mr. Harden.”
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“Did something happen with Neela?”
Jacques drew back, eyebrow arched as he rested his hands on the blotter on the desk. “Why would you ask about that?”
“She had been called up here before me. I’m sure if there was a problem we can work it out. She’s a hard worker and I’m sure whatever the issue is can be taken care of. I’d love to keep her on my staff, so this is me sticking my neck out for one of my workers.”
“I admire your dedication to your employee, believe me, it’s nothing bad. I want to move her up here to work as my personal assistant.”
The man’s gaze narrowed before he composed himself. “You want her as your secretary?” He thumbed over his shoulder to where Donna sat beyond his door.
“I said personal assistant.”
“I can’t tell you how to promote throughout your company, Mr. Perrot, but I can’t promise she will take the job. I’m unsure as to why you are coming to me about her taking a position in the company.”
“Because you’re her supervisor. I don’t want to just take her from you without letting you know, so I’m providing you with your heads up.”
Timothy blinked and Jacques noticed the fatherly concern in the depths of his eyes. The man didn’t argue with him. “Thank you, sir.”
“I’ll let you tell her. I expect her here tomorrow morning at six.”
“Don’t you think you should offer the position and see if she wants it?”
“She wants it.” His tone smacked of arrogance as he leaned back in his chair.
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 stoo
d 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 cautious 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 undulated 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.
