Chapter 14
Troy
I pulled Monica from my desk down to the cool marble floor, barely flinching as the cold bit into my skin. She settled in on top of me, her naked body against mine, keeping me warm. She laid her head on my chest and I felt her breath start to calm, slowing down and matching mine. My heart was still racing though. That had been everything I had been wanting since the night I laid eyes on her at that bar.
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 are you thinking 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.
“Troy!” she said, pulling me back. “You’re butt naked.”
She let out a little laugh as I gathered my clothes and slid them on behind the desk. I noticed her eyes linger on my erection that hadn’t gone back to sleep. She wanted it again just as badly as I wanted her around it. Damn whoever was out there. I wondered if I could send them away so we could finish.
I stood up from behind the desk, now fully clothed, and held my finger up to my mouth as if to tell her to stay quiet. I walked over to my office door and unlocked it. I opened it and peeked my head out the now lit hallway. I didn’t see anyone.
“Hello?” I called out.
No answer.
I stepped out of my office and closed the door behind me. I heard movement at the end of the hall and walked toward it. I held my breath as I waited to see who it was. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw one of the night crew guys plugging in a vacuum. He had headphones over his ears and I could hear the music blasting. He didn’t notice me, and most likely hadn’t heard anything. If he was just starting his shift, then this was the first room he was cleaning. He hadn’t even made it down the hallway toward my office.
I slipped back down the hallway and entered my office. I was disappointed to see Monica zipping up her skirt, as if I really expected to go for round two now that we weren’t alone in the building. Her blouse hung loosely on her, the buttons ripped off from my impatience earlier. She looked down at her exposed chest and back at me, shaking her head.
“Sorry about that,” I said.
“Well, who was it?” she asked, looking toward the door as she clutched her blouse closed.
“Night crew,” I said, sliding off my jacket and handing it to her. “Here.”
“Does he know we’re here? Did he see us? Or hear us?” There was a worry in her eyes as she slid my jacket over her shoulders.
“Nah. He’s got headphones in and hasn’t made his way down the hallway yet. It’s hard to hear even your screams with Metallica blaring.”
Monica’s cheeks flushed, but she seemed to relax, her shoulders pulling away from her ears. That was a close call. While I was sure I could have paid the guy off, it was better off a secret.
This whole thing had to be a secret, which I wasn’t sure how to tell Monica yet. Whatever this thing was. I knew I didn’t want it to stop, but I also knew the risks of us getting caught. They were far greater than her simply getting fired, which I would feel bad for, but losing my firm would be even worse. If my father found out about this, I would ruin this final chance with him. He would swoop in and take control of this company that I built, all the while saying, “I told you so.” I couldn’t take that. More than anything, I wanted to prove him wrong, all while doing everything behind his back that proved him right.
I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.
And Monica was delicious.
But I also didn’t want to share all of that with Monica. We didn’t know each other that well yet, besides every inch of each other’s bodies and our business practices. I didn’t know what she was looking for, whether it was a relationship or just sex. The first I couldn’t give her. The latter I could.
My previous personal assistants wanted more from me. They wanted to go public. They wanted to be on my arm as my girlfriend. They wanted me to love them. They wanted to be my one and only. I could never give that to them. I hoped Monica would be different. That this could be just as simple as really great sex. Discreet, really great sex.
“We should go,” I said somewhat reluctantly.
She nodded. She helped me straighten my desk so that it didn’t look like we had just had sex on top of it. I looked out into the hallway. I could hear the vacuum running a few doors down. I motioned for Monica to follow me, as I stepped into the hallway. There was something exciting about sneaking around like this. So exciting that I wanted to invite her back to my place to finish what we had started on the floor of my office.
One thing at a time though. We had to get out of there.
I pulled her past the room swiftly and we ran to the elevators, holding our breath as if the guy could even hear us anyway. We tumbled through the open elevator doors and as they closed, we both doubled over in laughter. I ran my hand through my hair and shook my head as I looked at her. Her hair was a mess and she was swimming in my jacket.
“Holy shit,” I said.
“We are going to have to be more careful,” she said, shaking her head.
I stopped laughing and looked at her, trying to hide my surprise. She wanted to continue whatever this was. I wasn’t the only one who wanted to keep this discreet. I felt an ease wash over me. This could work.
“We don’t have to be careful at my place,” I said, taking a step toward her.
I placed my hands on either side of her on the railing in the elevator. She looked up at me with her familiar caramel eyes, the ones that had rolled to the back of her head not even an hour ago as she came in my mouth. I could still taste her.
“Now?” she asked, as her breath caught.
I nodded slowly.
“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, looking down at the ground.
Was I wrong about her wanting this? I furrowed my brow as I tried to read her.
“But I work tomorrow…” she said.
I watched as her mouth pulled into a smile. She was messing with me.
“I think your boss would be okay with you coming in late,” I said.
“Lucky me.”
She stood on her tiptoes and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, pulling away just before the elevator doors opened.