Page 11 of The Grump’s Assistant

In one fluid motion, Vincent sets me down on the ground and falls to his knees in front of me, peeling my skirt and panties off before I even know what’s happening. He pries my legs apart and buries his face in between my thighs, lapping up my release.

I tangle my fingers in his hair as he grips my ass and holds me closer to his face. Vincent alternates between long, languid licks up the seam of my pussy and drawing tight little circles over my clit.

More and more of my juices leak out of me, my inner muscles pulsing and sucking on air, aching to be filled with something. As if reading my mind—or, more accurately, my body, Vincent shoves two fingers inside of my entrance, stretching me to the point of pain, but it feels so, so good.

I come again, screaming his name as he pries me open, scissoring his fingers inside of me and dipping his tongue into my tight tunnel. Over and over my body shakes and spasms, either one long orgasm of five small orgasms, I don’t even know.

My vision is fuzzy and sweat coats my skin as my knees give out.

Vincent grips my hips in a bruising hold and pins me to the wall.

I lean forward and brace myself with my hands on his shoulders.

I can’t stop coming, shaking, crying out.

Vincent continues to suck my clit and scrape his teeth over my folds.

I can’t even feel anything anymore. Every part of me is numb and tingling by the time Vincent glides up my body, pulling my pants up as he goes. He kisses me and wraps his arms around the small of my back to keep me close to him.

I finally have to break the kiss, my vision going blurry from lack of oxygen.

Resting my forehead on his chest, I gulp down air and try to figure out what happens next.

Vincent combs his fingers through my hair, calming me down and making me feel so safe.

Precious, even. It’s such a contrast to the way he devoured me, body and soul, only a few moments ago.

“Incredible,” he whispers, though it seems like he’s saying it more to himself than to me.

Vincent tugs softly at my hair, tilting my face up toward his. Those chocolate eyes of his roam over my face like he’s trying to memorize everything about me. It’s intense, but then again, everything about Vincent is intense.

He presses a kiss to my forehead and lets his lips rest there until our breathing returns to normal. Vincent leans back and cups my cheek, tracing his thumb over my swollen lips. “Incredible,” he murmurs again.

“You, too,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

I watch his lips twitch as a hint of smile spreads across his features.

God, this man. He’s a riddle, wrapped up in a mystery, and dressed in a ten thousand-dollar bespoke suit.

“So, um… did you get what you needed from your penthouse?” I ask with a smirk, remembering his thinly veiled excuse for dragging me up here in the first place.

“I’ll never get enough of you, but I suppose we should get back to work.”

His words make me smile and blush. It sure sounds like he wants to keep me around for a bit, maybe even kiss me again. I have no idea what we’re doing here, and I don’t think Vincent does, either. I can tell I rattle the man, but I guess he likes my particular brand of crazy.

“Yeah, I hear the boss doesn’t take too kindly to people being late or slacking on the job.”

Vincent gives me another rare grin before leaning down and nipping the side of my neck. “What am I going to do with that sassy mouth of yours?” he asks, the deep rumble of his voice rolling over my body.

“I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out.”

He chuckles and then groans as his hands slide down my body and he palms my ass. Vincent rubs me against his intimidatingly large length trapped in layers of clothing, making me shiver.

“Fuck, you’re so tempting, angel,” he growls against my ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin with each word.

I’m about to climb him like a damn tree when a speaker I hadn’t noticed mounted on the wall buzzes, the shrill sound cutting through the lust-filled moment we were sharing. A few seconds later, I hear Rhonda’s voice over the intercom.

“Mr. Sloan, your nine a.m. appointment is here.”

Vincent’s shoulders tense and then drop as he steps away from me. I’m still slumped against the wall, unsure if I can even walk after what we just did. He walks over to the speaker and mumbles some sort of response to Rhonda before turning back to me.

In two strides, he’s in front of me again, gently tucking my stray hair behind my ears and then cupping my face. “So beautiful,” he murmurs. Vincent then clears his throat and looks away from me.

Are his cheeks turning pink? Oh my god, is he blushing ?

“You’re pretty okay yourself,” I respond, grinning up at him. For a half second, I see a playful sparkle in those dark eyes of his. I want to draw it out more. I want to see him smile and laugh with abandon.

After a few more seconds of soaking up the moment, I straighten myself up and try to look like I wasn’t just ravished by my boss first thing in the morning. Vincent laces his fingers through mine and gives my hand a squeeze before calling the elevator up for me.

The whole ride down, I wonder what the heck I’ve gotten myself into.