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I heard her let out a gentle sigh and I brought my hand to her hair, stroking her head gently as we lay there in silence. Cuddling wasn’t my usual cup of tea with women, but with Monica, I could stay here all night with her in my arms. The smell of jasmine and sweat filling the air. I breathed it in, remembering how desperate I was in trying to forget it the day she left my apartment.
Despite my body being completely wrecked, I could have gone a couple more rounds. I simply could not get enough of this woman. Had she been wearing those sexy pieces of lingerie under her suits this entire time? The thought made me wish I had found out much sooner than tonight. I wondered what other pieces she had in her collection to tease me with.
I would give her a raise right here and now for her to add more to it.
If that was what I could expect to find every day, then there was no way I could stay away from her.
And I had no plans to. Fuck my father’s threats. I wanted this thing between us to keep going. I didn’t want it to be a one-time, or two-time thing. I wanted this to happen again and again, as much as I wanted. Her being my personal assistant made that easy with how much time we spent together, but it also made me cautious of my father’s spies. I had gotten away with it before though. I could do it again.
“What are you thinking about?” asked Monica, perching her chin up on her elbow as she looked up at me.
“About how I don’t know how to stay away from you.”
“Do you want to?”
“No.”
“Mmm,” she said. Settling back on to my chest.
“What areyouthinking about?” I asked.
“I was thinking the same thing.” She laughed softly.
I slid my hands down her smooth back, and pulled her up my body, so her beautiful face was hovering over mine. I placed my palms on either of her cheeks and brought her face to mine, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. Then I felt her tongue slide across my lips slowly, making me come to life again against her bare stomach. She pulled back and looked at me with a lazy smile, knowing exactly what she was doing as she felt me grow hard against her.
“You are relentless,” I said, nipping her lips gently with my teeth.
She let out a giggle before sitting up, swinging her legs on either side of me. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as she slid against me, her body rolling in waves. Nothing stood in the way of me easily finding my way back inside her. She continued to grind against me, her eyes intent on mine and a smile across her lips. It was a smile of control. Power. Knowing she had me exactly where she wanted me. I was rock-hard. I let her have her way with me, trying my best not to lose control as she teased me.
I felt her become slick, making it easier for her to slide up the length of my shaft and back down. She reached down and rubbed her fingers against her clit in slow, circular motions, matching the rhythm of her body against me. She let out a low moan and that right there almost sent me over the edge. I gripped her hips and lifted her up, not being able to take any more. I needed to be inside of her. Feel her.
All of a sudden a light down the hallway turned on and we heard a door close. She scrambled off of me quickly.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, crawling toward her clothes that lay by my desk.
“Shit,” I whispered.
Who the hell was here at this hour? It had to be nearly 11 p.m.
I grabbed our clothes and her hand and pulled her behind my desk and out of sight of the windows to my office, where I had recklessly left the shades up. The door was thankfully closed and locked, but anyone could see in. My heart raced as we leaned our backs against the drawers of my desk.
“Who is it?” she whispered, her eyes wide as she held an arm over her breasts.
Her perfect breasts.
I was suddenly pissed that someone had interrupted us when I was ready to have them in my mouth again. My eyes lingered on the creamy flesh that couldn’t be fully covered by her forearm. I could see the pink of her nipples peeking out.
“Troy,” she whispered sharply. “Focus.”
I let out a soft laugh. “Sorry. I can’t help it.”
She bit back a smile, but the worry was still in her eyes.
“Who is it?” she asked again.
“Probably security or the night crew,” I said. “I’ll go look.”
I started to stand from behind the desk.