The Billionaire's Assistant (Contemporary BWWM Interracial Romance) (The Billionaire's Proposition Book 1) (8 page)

Come Monday morning, she needed to be back to all professional, all the time.

K
evin had
dinner delivered to his office since Naomi wasn’t joining him.

He hadn’t seen her all day, and he had been looking forward to their Monday night dinner, but she had mumbled something about preferring to finish a book she had started instead.

“But tomorrow, then?” he had asked, and she said, “Actually, I meant to catch up on something else I’ve been putting off.”

He suddenly realized what was going on.

Despite what she’d said right after, she did regret their kiss.

He cursed himself.

Had he pushed too far too fast? Should he apologize? Or should he simply keep inviting her till she gave in? Maybe even demand her presence, remind her who was boss?

He shook his head.

No way he’d want to push her further away.

But he’d have to figure out something—the distance she seemed to be set on putting between them was maddening.

He’d never had to deal with this—in fact,
he
was the one who had to put the brakes on at times; getting past first base was never a concern for him.

But it wasn’t just that he wanted to sleep with Naomi.

He wanted to forge a different kind of connection with her, sure—but he wanted
her
to feel more connected to him so she’d want to stay with him.

He wanted to eventually move her from that guest bedroom to his own bedroom.

He sighed.

Whatever that meant.

She just seemed like she belonged in his life, and he was afraid to look deeper than that.

He decided he was probably just in his coupling season—that, as usual, after a period of playing the field and bouncing from one casual fling to the next, he had come back around to feeling the need to have the same girl around for a little longer than a few days or so, and Naomi happened to be the one his cock was gravitating toward for a longer term this time around.

He probably wanted her even more than usual because she kept playing so hard to get.

That had to be it.

The next day, when his father called and told him he was popping by that evening, he felt only relief.

The thought of another dinner alone, especially after having gotten so used to Naomi’s warm, delightful presence, had left him filled with anxious, confusing feelings.

What was wrong with him? He’d had countless dinners alone before; in fact, he usually preferred it!

And now, even though his father gave him a headache just seeing his name pop up on his cell, here he was, actually happy to have the void Naomi had left somewhat filled by his dad’s overbearing presence.

“
I
hope
you don’t mind I brought Susan along?” his father said with a grin while Kevin tried not to stare in horror at his ex-girlfriend as they entered his home.

Immediately, dread filled his stomach.

“Not at all,” he said in his practiced neutral voice. “You guys got here right on time—Manny was just about to serve.” He turned to Susan.

“Susan, good to see you.” He leaned in to offer a quick hug, and despite the distance he tried to keep in the embrace, she squeezed him closer to her and even kissed him on the cheek.

“My darling, it’s great to see you. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? Sorry for the surprise—Conan insisted you wouldn’t mind.”

Kevin bit his tongue.

How would his father know how he’d feel since he hadn’t brought it up?

Of course, he knew the answer to that.

His father didn’t actually care—he had a mission, and he’d do anything to see it through.

They proceeded to the dining room, and Kevin’s mind was in turmoil.

He knew his father had liked Susan for him—in fact, he’d originally set them up—and Kevin only stayed with her as long as he did because of that, but it just wasn’t meant to be.

His father had laughed at him cruelly when he’d said that.

“Meant to be? Have you been hanging out with Michael too much lately? Do you think your mother and I were meant to be? Such nonsense—you only need to be suited to each other, be on the same level when it comes to certain things. Susan is a lovely, smart woman with excellent connections and a fine upbringing. You won’t find a better match.”

Kevin had disagreed but didn’t bother saying anything else—he obviously couldn’t change his father’s mind.

“I’m not done playing the field, Father,” he had said instead.

He knew it was the only thing his father would forgive him and drop the matter for.

“I certainly understand that, son. You’re still fairly young and gifted with a face that melts undies off, I’m sure. But don’t wait too long. Susan is willing to let you take all the time you need.”

Kevin thought the matter had been dropped, especially since so many months had passed, but clearly, he was wrong.

Naomi distinctly heard several voices—including a female one—and curiosity seized her.

Who was there?

Of course, she couldn’t just leave her room and introduce herself—she knew better than that; domestics were to be seen not heard. Ha! Barely even seen.

But curiosity was absolutely killing her.

She could just go for water…

No, she had a little refrigerator with water in it; she needed a better excuse.

She let out a breath.

If she had just been in the servants’ quarters, she never would have even known and been put in this position.

She tried to open her door just a little and peek—the visitors hadn’t traveled out of eyesight just yet.

She noticed pairs of eyes shift in her direction and immediately pushed the door closed as quietly as she could, her heart pounding.

She hoped she hadn’t been seen, although the fact that she was able to see them had to mean they’d caught a glimpse of her?

She really didn’t want to anger Kevin.

If he confronted her about it, she would tell him she’d gotten a craving for seedless grapes and had earbuds in when she opened her door.

As her breathing eventually slowed, she thought about what she’d seen—a woman with long, impossibly straight blond hair, and an older man—a man who looked like he could have been Kevin’s father—they had the same jawline and similar frames, though the older man had streaks of grey in his otherwise thick, dark, wavy hair.

Maybe the blonde was a relative as well?

She sure hoped so.

She tried to get back into her book as she snuggled into the bed, but she couldn’t concentrate so she put the book down.

She went to the desktop computer Jeffrey had brought in for her the day after she had a conversation with Kevin and mentioned never owning a computer, using library ones for all her internet needs instead.

She tried to distract herself by surfing the net.

A few minutes later, she jumped when she heard a soft knock on the door.

Her heart thumped hard against her chest, but she smiled, thinking it was probably Kevin checking up on her.

But when she pulled the door open, she saw the tall, slender blonde standing there with a fake smile on her face.

Her green eyes reminded her of Jenna’s; in fact, had Jenna been born to a different set of parents, she probably would have cleaned up just as nicely.

“Oh, hello,” the woman said as if she was the one who’d been suddenly interrupted.

“Hello,” Naomi replied neutrally, not pulling the door completely open.

“I thought I saw this door open earlier.” Her eyes raked over Naomi from head to toe. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Naomi wasn’t sure how to respond.

She didn’t like the woman’s tone—the sense of entitlement in it, like Naomi owed her as much information as she wanted to extract.

Then again, Naomi still didn’t know if the woman was someone close to Kevin or not and didn’t want to risk being offensive. She was still just ‘the help’ after all.

“I’m Naomi, and I work for Mr. Davenport,” she said carefully.

“What are you doing in this room? There are servants’ quarters for workers. Why are you here? And don’t make me have to ask it again—it’s a simple question. Is Kevin fucking you?”

Naomi had been about to answer her first question, but at the follow-up, she slammed the door in the woman’s face and locked it, rage coursing through her.

Fuck her, whoever she was. Let her get her answers from Kevin.

Naomi would just have to deal with him later.

N
aomi tried
to distract herself by the internet again, but curiosity got the better of her once more.

She heard the raised feminine voice, but she couldn’t hear what it was saying, so she cracked open her door, feeling sure everyone was in the dining room and no one would spot her this time.

“…but to have her sleeping in the main house?” the woman’s shrill voice said. “Why is she here if she’s just your personal assistant? Control yourself, Kevin—at least enforce the proper boundaries. Have her in your bed or let her stay with the servants where she belongs; the in-between is spineless…”

The two continued going back and forth while Naomi’s heart sank further and further as she heard his responses.

She understood why Mr. Davenport was downplaying their relationship, stripping it down to the barest of terms, but it still hurt like hell.

Good thing it was happening now rather than later when she might have gotten even more entangled.

And to think she’d been on the verge of giving him her virginity!

Thanks to the mystery blonde—although it was quite clear by now she was a former flame—Naomi had been quite solidly reminded of her place.

The woman was pretty much the opposite of her in every possible way and obviously more familiar with his world. That tall, slim, blond, green-eyed woman was expert at squash and horse-riding, no doubt.

How could Naomi have thought for a second Kevin might have taken her seriously?

He was hoping to make her one of many concubines, no doubt.

Either way, it was clear she didn’t belong there, and she felt depressingly silly for letting herself tumble into a ridiculous fantasy.

K
evin knew
he should have known better when Susan said she was going to the bathroom and she’d been gone for over five minutes.

All during their relationship, she had avoided giving the impression that she ever did anything more than tinkle, so he should have immediately known she was up to some mischief.

When she returned to the dining room, her face was red and pinched tight in outrage and he figured that, somehow, she had crossed paths with Naomi.

He wasn’t sure how, but it obviously hadn’t gone well.

As she bit out words about Naomi’s insubordination, then escalated when he tried to brush it off and change the subject, he was reminded how he’d dodged a bullet yet again.

“This is one of the many reasons why you and I couldn’t go much further,” he said matter-of-factly to her at some point, and her mouth dropped open a little, then moved like fish’s, like she was struggling to get a response out.

He could see by her eyes that he’d hurt a little, and he knew his father was staring daggers at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything to appease either her or him, angry that she’d had the nerve to come into his home and pry into his business, imposing her opinions on how he ran his household.

Her presence had, no doubt, upset Naomi, and she was all he could think about now, and he couldn’t wait for them both to leave.

He didn’t have to wait for long.

Not finding a reply for him, Susan turned to his father, quickly composing herself.

“I didn’t expect to get embarrassed here, and I appreciate you bringing me, but Kevin obviously hasn’t grown up yet and is not ready for anything serious. He’s not even gentleman enough to apologize to me when he should…”

“What is it I’m supposed to be apologizing for again? You’ve come into
my
home unannounced, and my chef and I have graciously accommodated you, then you disturb
my
worker, who I’m guessing was minding her own business. You’ve generally caused a disturbance in my otherwise peaceful household, and you might like drama, Susan, but drama has no place here. Father, please don’t bring her back to my home.”

“You certainly won’t have to worry about that,” she said, and like the dear he was, Jeffrey was already waiting with her coat by the time she grabbed her purse.

His father shot him a withering glance before standing to accompany Susan out of his home.

Kevin wasn’t sure if his father would bother trying to talk to him later tonight or the next day, or even in the next few months or so—they barely spoke to each other months at a time as it was—and right now, Kevin welcomed what he expected would be a long period of silence between them once again.

He was surprised by the lack of anxiety he felt over his father’s response, the absence of a need to find a way to soothe and appease him.

The only person he wanted to soothe and appease was Naomi—and he waited for the door to close as Jeffrey escorted the unexpected guests out before heading to her room.

He had to make sure she was okay.

H
e knocked lightly
on the door.

She opened it a little, then all the way once she saw him but stood in place as if barring him from entering.

Not that he was expecting her to invite him in.

“I’m sorry about that, Naomi,” he began. “Susan was way out of line coming to your room like that and making demands…”

“But she was right, though, wasn’t she? The proper boundaries are not in place here—it’s all very confusing and it’s unfair to me as your subordinate.”

For some reason, the word wounded him. He didn’t think of her that way at all, no matter how technically correct it was.

“Look, I just came here to work for you,” she continued, “not to be some easy notch on your belt, and I don’t understand why you’d even prey on me when you have so many women like Susan who’d be glad to be on your arm and available all the time.”

“Because I don’t want any of them, Naomi—I want you.”

She let out a dry chuckle.

“Oh boy—player extraordinaire dropping the most basic lines on his most basic intended catch…”

“Please stop talking about yourself like that, Naomi.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it? I bet Susan has, like, four degrees. I bet she knows all about which fork to use and when—if she even eats.”

Kevin had to hold in a laugh.

Susan was thin, but my god, she wasn’t that thin.

“I bet she…”

Kevin couldn’t help it—he grabbed Naomi to him before she could say another word and held her tightly in his arms. Her self-deprecating tone was killing him.

“I don’t want Susan, Naomi,” he said, emphasizing each word. “Is that not clear? I’m no longer with her, and I want nothing to do with her ever again. You, however— you do something to me, Naomi, and I can’t pin it down, but all I want is you; I want you in every way. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I’m addicted to looking into those warm brown eyes of yours, I long for the moment your mouth breaks into a smile. I love to hear you talk about your past, your future. I want…”

He stopped, feeling something in his chest start to open alarmingly.

Something was getting out of his control.

He took a few deep breaths.

“I’m not trying to just use you, Naomi, because that would mean hurting you, and I may be unclear on a lot things, but I’m absolutely clear on this—hurting you is the
last
thing I want to do.”

Her big brown eyes raised to his, glistening with tears, and he lost it—he brought his lips down on hers and started devouring her.

Whatever dam he’d been trying to keep in place burst, and before he knew it, he was lifting her up and transporting her to the bed.

He started in on her neck, his dick hardening more with every gasp and moan that left her as he kissed and tasted her with his tongue, despite the decidedly unsexy pajamas she was wearing.

He couldn’t wait to tear them off of her.

Only when he moved to kiss her lips again did he realize tears were streaming down her face.

“Naomi, what is it?” he said, staring at her, his heart pounding, his cock demanding he continue.

But he ignored them both, focusing intently on the soft, warm beauty beneath him.

He started pulling away a bit in case he was frightening her.

“I understand if you’re not ready, Naomi. I’m not trying to…take you if you’re not. I respect you and any decision you make. I…”
I can’t imagine my life without you now, and if I have to wait, I will.

“No, it’s just…more than anything, I want you to continue. I want you so much, it hurts.”

He was surprised his dick didn’t actually rip his pants then, like some obscene Incredible Hulk.

He didn’t doubt he’d take her hard and fast once he got to that point—his control was slipping away from him.

He wanted to sink himself deep inside her, get to know the warm, wet crevice waiting to enclose him.

He wanted to place his lips on every part of her body, but he knew he didn’t have the patience for a slow savoring—not tonight.

Maybe he’d get to suck on her succulent breasts for a bit before…

“Kevin, you must know something,” he heard her say, although it was barely a whisper.

His eyes went to her face.

“I…” Her voice cracked. “I’m a virgin.”

Kevin froze in place for several moments, unsure how to proceed.

He suddenly understood a lot of her hesitance and fear, but his dick wasn’t getting any less demanding. He still wanted her so badly, he was afraid he’d hurt her.

It also heavily impressed upon him the gift she was offering him.

She had chosen him for this pivotal moment in her life, she was allowing him to forge a definitive place in her history.

“Naomi,” he groaned, knowing there was no way he was going to stop, but that he had to find every bit of strength in himself to take care of her tonight and be as gentle as he possibly could.

He didn’t want to hurt her—especially since he doubted this was the only time they’d indulge—and he needed to get her ready for him in every way in order to succeed.

Besides, she was trusting him, and he needed to be worthy of that trust.

He unbuttoned her pajama top and was surprised to see the bra underneath.

She seemed to read his expression.

“So I don’t feel totally exposed while I’m here,” she said, looking shy.

Something clutched in his chest.

Was she really so uncomfortable sleeping under his roof?

He hadn’t realized how awkward everything must have been for her—he had truly thought he was doing her a favor. Although if he was being completely honest with himself, he had selfishly wanted her close and hadn’t tried to see her side at all.

He started unfastening her bra, his eyes on hers the whole time.

Once he helped her out of it and flung it aside, his head descended on one of her breasts, taking it gently in his mouth and fondling it with his lips. Then he teased her tip with his tongue, her nipple hardening with his warm, wet caress.

He played with her succulent swell until she guided his head to her other breast while letting out mewling sounds that almost made him come undone.

He was trying so hard to keep everything together, and despite how much those plaintive, feminine sounds gleefully rode his ear canal to his engorged dick, making it throb even more with need, he kept in mind that he needed to put her needs above all.

He moved his lips down her stomach, making her twitch with each touch of his mouth on her silky brown skin.

She started grabbing at her sheets and he had to close his eyes—he couldn’t watch her face while she was lost in sensation like that without wanting her even more and making a hasty mistake.

He slowly pulled down her matching pajama bottoms, then tossed them in the same direction as the top.

Maybe the conservative, patterned, long-sleeved nightwear should have tipped him off that he wasn’t exactly dealing with an experienced girl.

If he had known beforehand what he was working with, he could have kept his emotions in check better and wouldn’t be at risk of plunging too deep too fast.

But as it stood, he was barely holding on to a thread of control.

He pulled down her panties, and before the sight of her glistening pussy and her soft, feminine scent wafting up to him could unravel him, he buried his face between her legs, enclosing her nether lips with his mouth before beginning to tease her peaks and valleys with his tongue.

She writhed helplessly, tearing at the sheets as she twisted her body as if trying to get away from his darting tongue.

Her loud moaning nearly shattered his control completely, and he sucked and licked at her more vigorously, teasing her nub with his finger, and then with flickers of her tongue to help her get ready for him.

Her juices soaked the space beneath her, and finally, as he felt her closing in on an orgasm, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He shed his clothes in record time.

Knowing he could bring her back to the brink in no time to meet his own impending orgasm, he placed his raging cock at her dripping entrance and slowly started pushing his way in.

She was still breathing sort of hard and desperately, so he knew she hadn’t come back from the edge, and as he continued to push himself inside her, parting her impossibly tight walls, he knew neither of them were far from tumbling over that edge.

To feel his dick sinking into her moist warmth, her walls forming a slick, extra-tight sleeve, he made himself keep going until he had broken her completely in and was buried inside her to the hilt, pausing a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized she was looking at him with a mixture of shock and desire and he could wait no more.

He pulled back a bit slowly, taking his first step to finding his rhythm with her.

He knew he could still hurt her if he moved too fast or suddenly thrust too hard, so he moved his cock out about halfway before pushing it back in.

He kept up the gentle rhythm for a few more strokes, then, when he felt his body begin to change pace against his will, he leaned forward to pull her neck between his lips and started fondling her wet pussy again, brushing his finger across her clit and making her contract and writhe helplessly at the teasing sensations.

He felt her nearing that edge again, and knowing there was no way he wouldn’t come with her, he started moving even faster, squeezing their bodies together hard as he pushed deep, as if trying to invade her chest cavity with his dick.

She cried out helplessly, and he felt her orgasm building, her walls gripping him even tighter, her legs wrapping around him, and it shoved him nearer to the edge.

Her moans and the beginning contractions of her orgasm finally unraveled him, and soon, he was coming inside her with final, powerful thrusts as her body continued to squeeze his erupting, throbbing cock, her juices gushing all around him and sending him to a place that could only be described as heaven.

He was reduced to sensation, his hearing as if he were on a plane and succumbing to cabin pressure, his eyes not quite working properly—darkness and stars before him as if he had over-exerted himself on a mountain hike and was about to black out.

His toes had curled so hard, he wasn’t sure they’d ever straighten out again, and Naomi’s body was holding on to him so tightly, he ridiculously thought that if he moved one muscle, his dick would break off and get stuck inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, more than happy to stay buried in her as long as he could, unwilling to leave her side overnight.

Heck, she’d be lucky to get rid of him at all after this.