The Assistant (15 page)

“Aiden, what – what are you doing?”  I said
as he stalked toward me.

“I need to eat your pussy, Ms. Jones.”

My eyes widened and I took a step back, my
ass bumping against the edge of his desk.  “Aiden, you can’t.  We’re at work
and it’s not – “

His hands tugged my skirt around my waist
and I slapped ineffectively at them.  “Aiden, you can’t!”

“Oh yes I fucking can,” he growled before
lifting me and sitting me on his desk.  He pushed me down, I yelped when his
stapler dug into the small of my back, and he yanked it out from under me
before tossing it on the floor.

“Don’t move, Ms. Jones.”

“Aiden – “

“Don’t move,” he said again before pushing
my thighs apart. 

“Christ, you are so fucking hot,” he
muttered to himself as his hands traced the edge of my stockings.

“Aiden, this really isn’t appropriate,” I
moaned as he bent his head and pressed his nose against the wet fabric of my
panties.  He inhaled deeply before licking me though the fabric.

“I’ve missed your pussy,” he muttered
again.  His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties and I gasped loudly
when he tore them apart.

“I just bought those!”

“I’ll buy you more,” he said, stuffing my
panties into his pocket.  The air was cool against my throbbing pussy and I
pressed my thighs against his hips.

“Aiden, we need to – “

My plea for him to stop ended the moment he
licked my pussy.  My hands buried themselves in his hair and I pushed his face
against my hot core.  His hands slipped under my ass, kneading the flesh as he
lifted me slightly and slid his tongue inside of me.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered.  “Oh fuck, Aiden.”

“Have you missed this, kitten?”  He raised
his head, my juices gleaming on his mouth and chin, and grinned at me.  “Have
you missed having my tongue in your pussy?”

“Yes!”  I whispered.  “God, yes.  Don’t
stop.”

He licked the lips of my pussy clean before
raising his head again.  “Are you going to let Parker do this to you?”

I blinked at him, my hands tightening in
his hair.  “Seriously?  Aiden, stop talking about the fucking CFO and eat my
pussy!”  I said in a loud whisper.

“Your pussy belongs to me,” he said.  “Tell
me you won’t let Parker anywhere near it.”

“I won’t!”  I snapped at him.  “For God’s
sake, Aiden!”

“Say it belongs to me,” he said calmly.

“You!  It belongs to you!”  I was almost
desperate for relief and I pulled so sharply on his hair that he muttered a low
curse.

“It’s my pussy,” he said again, “and no one
is allowed to touch it, eat it or fuck it but me.” 

He dipped his head and licked and nibbled
at my wet lips before thrusting his tongue between them to lick my clit.  I
threw my arm over my mouth to muffle my moans of pleasure and rocked my hips
against his face.

He lifted his head again and I whimpered
with need and disappointment.

“Promise me, princess.  Promise you won’t
let anyone eat or fuck your pussy but me,” he demanded.

I was so fucking close that I would have
promised him my first-born child if it meant he would bury his head between my
thighs again.  “I promise.  No one but you, Aiden.  I promise.”

He rewarded my breathless agreement by
pushing his face into my pussy and sucking greedily at my clit.  I came
immediately, my hips thrusting helplessly and my loud shriek of pleasure
dampened by my arm.  I moaned and thrust and shuddered as Aiden licked me
clean.  I nearly fell off the desk when our receptionist’s voice came over the
intercom on the phone next to my head.

“Mr. Wright?  Your four o’clock is here.”

Aiden lifted his head from my dripping
pussy.  “Put him in the boardroom please.  I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Shit,” I whispered as Aiden helped me into
a sitting position.  “Your face is…”

I trailed off as my cheeks flamed red. 

Aiden grinned at me.  “Covered in your
sweet juices?”

“Oh God,” I said.  “What the hell did we
just do?”

He grinned smugly at me.  “I just made you
come all over my face.  Have you forgotten?  Do I need to do it again?”

I tugged my skirt down.  “You have a
meeting with a client!”  I hissed at him.  “Your face and, oh God, your tie and
your shirt are wet!”

He tugged off his tie and unbuttoned his
shirt.  “I always keep an extra set of clothes at the office.”

I followed him into his private bathroom
and watched as he washed his face and hands before unzipping the suit bag that
was hanging on the back of the door.

“Why do you keep extra clothes here?”  I
asked.  “Exactly how many pussies have you eaten in your office?”

He laughed so loudly that I made a shushing
gesture with my hands.

“Truthfully?  Yours is the only one,” he
said as he shrugged into his shirt.  “I tend to keep my personal life separate
from my work life.  Of course,” he eyed my dark nylons, “that was before I knew
you were wearing garters to the office just for me.”

“I wore them for me,” I said.

“That’s not what you said earlier,” he said
cheerfully.  His bad mood had disappeared completely.

“I was lying,” I said.

“Because you want me to spank you?”  He
arched his eyebrow at me and I shook my head.

“No, of course not.”

He kissed me deeply and, God help me, the
taste of my own essence that still lingered on his lips made me instantly wet
again. 

“Aiden,” I whispered when he released my
mouth.  “I want to be with you.”

He stared cautiously at me.  “Lina, I
thought I made it clear that - ”

“Yes, I know,” I said grouchily.  “Jesus,
Aiden, I’m not asking you to marry me.  I want to keep having sex with you.  No
dating, no commitment, just sex, okay?”

“You don’t want that,” he said.

“Um, yes I do,” I argued.  “And you want it
too – admit it.”

He slipped into his fresh shirt. 
“Obviously I want that but you’re not the type of woman to have a casual affair
with someone.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You told me you weren’t into it,” he said
as he tucked his shirt into his pants and reached for his tie.  “At the cabin.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” I said.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” I said.  “I’m offering
you exactly what you want.  No commitment, no flowers or romance, just good old
fashioned fucking.  How long do your flings usually last?”

He gave me an uncomfortable look and I grabbed
his tie and handed it to him.  “How long, Aiden?”

“About a month,” he muttered before facing
the mirror and tying his tie.

“Okay, we have a month to get this out of
our system.  After that, we end it – no drama.”

“What about Parker?”

“What about him?”

“If you’re sleeping with me, I don’t want
you dating him or anyone else.  I’m not good at sharing.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” I said sarcastically. 
“Don’t worry about Jamie.  I won’t be dating him.”

“Why not?”

I laughed.  “That’s none of your business.”

I helped him into his suit jacket and
smoothed it across his broad shoulders.  “C’mon, cowboy.  I won’t ask again.  Are
you in or are you out?”

“I’m in,” he said before giving me a hesitant
look.  “Lina, are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” I said firmly.  “Text me your
address and I’ll come by your place tonight.  If you don’t have plans?”

“I don’t,” he said.  “Why don’t you come
for dinner?  I’ll order in and – “

“I can’t,” I said.  “I have dinner plans. 
But I’ll come by after.  Say around nine?”

He frowned before nodding.  “I’ll see you
then.”

“Good,” I said cheerfully.  “Do you mind if
I use your bathroom to freshen up?”

He shook his head and I herded him out of
the room.  “See you at nine, Aiden.”

I closed the door and stared at myself in
the mirror before gripping the sink tightly.  What the hell was I doing?

You’re getting what you want.

Yeah, for a damn month.  Do you really
think you can sleep with Aiden for a month and then just walk away?  Go to work
every day after that knowing that he had his fill of you and moved on to
someone else?

Yes, I decided.  I could.  Besides, I
didn’t have a choice.  I wanted Aiden and this was the only way to have him.  It
would have to be enough.  I had lied about having dinner plans, but if I was
going to protect my heart I needed to be careful.  I couldn’t get emotional or
start pretending Aiden wanted more, and even that simple dinner invitation had
been enough to start a spark of hope. 

Nope, don’t do that to yourself, Lina. 
Remember what this is.

I stared grimly at my reflection.  Yes, I
would need to be extremely careful to always remember what this was.

* * *

“Wow, your place is amazing.”  I stared out
the large window at the sparkling lights of the city spread out below us.  “I
suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you live in a penthouse downtown, but I
kind of am.  The cabin is so rustic and this is…”

I trailed off and Aiden raised his eyebrows
at me.  “This is what?”

“Very luxurious,” I said.

He laughed and handed me a glass of wine. 
“I worked hard to get where I am and I like to enjoy it.”

“How rich are you, anyway?” I asked as I
sipped at my wine.  “Are you Mark Zuckerberg rich?”

He snorted laughter again before shaking
his head.  “Not even close.”

I grinned at him and took another sip of
wine.  “This is delicious.  Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.  Are you hungry?  I’m not
much of a cook but I have cheese and crackers and – “

“Nope, I’m good,” I said.  “Why don’t you
give me a tour of your fancy penthouse?  I’m assuming you provide a complimentary
map so I can find my way to the front door after we’re finished?”

Small frown lines appeared between his
eyes.  “Follow me, Ms. Jones.”

He reached for my hand and I tucked them
into my pockets before smiling at him.  “Lead the way, Mr. Wright.”

Ten minutes later we were standing in his
bedroom and I studied the king-sized bed as a trickle of lust went through me. 
“You have a really lovely home, Aiden.”

“Thank you.”

“But four bathrooms?  Really?  You live
alone and you have four bathrooms,” I teased gently.

“Five actually.”  He opened the door to our
left and I stuck my head into the master bathroom.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.  “Your bathroom is
bigger than my bedroom.  Are those multiple showerheads?”

He nodded and I grinned at him.  “Very
nice.  I’ll admit I’m jealous.  My shower only has one showerhead and half the
time it produces nothing more than a trickle of water.  I bought a new
showerhead for it but couldn’t figure out how to replace it.  I really need to
Youtube it.”

I smoothed my hand across the marble
countertop before studying the giant bathtub in the corner.  “You could go
swimming in that thing.”

“You can use it anytime you want,” he said.

“Thanks.  I might take you up on that one
day,” I said before following him out of the bathroom.

“Do you want more wine?”  He pointed to my
empty wine glass and I shook my head before setting it on top of the dresser.

“No, thank you.”

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped
it on the floor.  Aiden stared silently at me and I hesitated at the button of
my jeans.

“Is something wrong, Aiden?”

“No,” he said.  “You just – “

“I just what?”  I asked when he paused.

“You seem different.”

“Do I?”  I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged
them down before stepping out of them.  “What do you think of my new lingerie?”

Aiden studied my dark red bra and panty
set.  “I like it very much,” he said hoarsely.

I smiled happily and tugged at the bottom
of his shirt.  “Raise your arms.”

He did what I asked and I pulled off his
shirt before tracing my hand across his abdomen to the button on his jeans.  He
watched silently as I unbuttoned them and shoved them down his hips.  He was
naked underneath them and I smiled my approval when his cock sprang free.  He
was already half-erect and he made a soft moan when I dropped to my knees in
front of him and took his cock into my mouth.  I sucked lightly on the head as
his hands tangled in my hair.

“So good,” he muttered before urging me to
take more of his cock.

I spent nearly fifteen minutes on my knees
in front of him, silently thankful for the thick carpet that cushioned my knees
and shins, until Aiden was moaning loudly and thrusting his hips rapidly back
and forth.