Chapter 25
Ididn”t hear him. How could I when my blood was roaring in my ears? I couldn’t hear anything; all I could do was stare at the gorgeous skyline of Manhattan beyond and try to process what had just happened. I had kissed him. My crush... my boss. Well, ex-boss. This was the only way this could have happened.
However, I was so grateful that I had, that I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I stared, and not until I finally felt the tap against my shoulder did I come back to my senses. I jumped, however, and the water he had been holding fell from his hands. It was bottled and sealed, so there was no spill, but even after all my failings over the past day, to say that it was embarrassing to once again be so clumsy before him was an understatement. Instantly, I bent down to pick it up; however, just as I looked back up, I realized that the whole debacle and bumping into him had once again loosened his towel.
He held it with one hand while the other set down the second bottle of water he had brought along for himself. I, however, could no longer use my feet. He was so toned he didn’t look real, and as I stared at the slight smattering of hair down the middle of his torso and over to his groin, I couldn’t help but want to see once again where it would lead. This was what I wanted; this was what I had dreamt of night after night, and now that it was so close to me, I didn”t want to get up.
“Wow,” I heard him say, and this finally drew my attention. “You really weren’t joking when you talked about wanting me.”
Mortified at being caught so blatantly ogling his dick, I rose to my feet, then, and couldn’t help but wobble. I also couldn’t meet his eyes, so I turned instead to set the bottle of water down and then grabbed the edge of the counter to keep myself standing.
His kitchen was gorgeous, not surprising. All white and wood and steel and marble. State-of-the-art, clean, most probably unused, but with the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers in the middle that I imagined there had to be some sort of feminine touch present. This thought instantly stopped me in my tracks. I”d never even asked. It had never even occurred to me if he had someone, and now I couldn’t help but wonder why. I realized then that it was because I was his secretary, and so far, I had been in charge of almost every moment of his waking hours. Another had been no personal contacts of any sort, not even with family. Most of those days we had stayed at work, and then he had come home late, so maybe that was family time to him, and he didn’t entertain any of that during the daytime. I sounded like the exact same bullshit he dished out, so I wasn”t the least bit surprised.
So, did he or did he not have someone?
“Are you alright?” he asked, and I turned, needing to ask him about this. No matter how much I wanted him, this was absolutely a line that I would never cross for any reason in the world.
“I’m fine,” I replied, and then my eyes went to the vase again.
“What is it?” he asked, his gaze also going to it, but obviously, he wasn’t able to understand why I wasn’t able to put two sentences together. Eventually, I shut my eyes and knew that if I didn’t find out, I could go no further, no matter what.
“You—” I began, and given our agreement for tonight, it was quite a difficult statement to pull out of my mouth.
“Do—do you... are you seeing someone?” I asked.
He seemed surprised about my words, and I soon found out why.
“Is that really what you wanted to ask?”
“Yes,” I nodded, and he seemed surprised.
“Why did you hesitate so much, then?” he asked.
“I didn”t want to be intrusive. The thing is that,” I swallowed, “I want this, but I won”t... I won”t go forth if you have someone.”
“Why?” he asked, as he studied me. “Between us, it”s just tonight, right?”
At this point, I was sure we were playing some kind of game with each other; however, I was definitely losing.
“Tonight or not,” I said, unwilling to relent, “it is my bottom line.”
“What made you think I might be seeing someone?” he asked. “You’re my secretary. Shouldn’t you know?”
My eyes once again went to the vase, and he seemed to understand.
“I have a housekeeper. She ensures these are always here and the freshest.”
“Ah,” I replied and nodded.
Once again, I felt extremely embarrassed and couldn”t quite meet his gaze.
“Now,” he said. “Back to?—”
“Can I—” We both unfortunately spoke at the same time. Forced to come to a stop, we regarded each other, and then he smiled.
“You go ahead.”
“No, you go ahead,” I said, and he sighed.
He set the water down.
“There”s no need for any of this fluff, so no need to go to bed. We”re wasting time. Let’s fuck.”
He sounded a bit crude, but that had also been along the lines of what I wanted to tell him, so I wasn”t too bothered.
“Alright,” I replied, more nervous than ever but still stubborn that I could barely remain composed.
To my surprise, he let his towel fall to the floor, and I nearly choked. Sure, I had glimpsed it before, but not this way. Not from the front. It was freaking huge and rock hard and thick and pink. Not to mention freaking gorgeous. I stared as though I was looking at a miracle and as though in disbelief that he was actually real. Or perhaps it was actually real. I lifted my gaze to his.
He smiled, the freaking cocky bastard. No wonder he was so confident in himself. I mean, he deserved it at work, but this was already all that he needed. He didn’t even need to be competent.
“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, and he cocked his head.
“What did you just say?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I shook my head and reached absent-mindedly for the bottle of water.
“No, not nothing,” he said, coming closer. “What”s the point in holding back your thoughts if you”re not willing to be honest with your words and feelings? Then we might as well not do this. It”s not too late.”
At his words, I seemed even more entranced by him, and I managed to smile.
“Of course,” I said. “You”re generous.”
“Generous?” he asked, and even I had to ask myself what was wrong. Did I really just call his gorgeous specimen of a cock generous?
“Um...” I began but didn”t quite know how I was going to fix this.
“What curse word did you use?” he said as he edged closer to me. I wanted to move back, and I didn’t even understand why. Perhaps because feeling him so hard and pressed against my body made me so hot that I wanted to spread my legs right there for him and rub my clit until I was screaming and calling out his name. I wanted him to know what just the mere thought of him had done to me the previous week. However, this was impossible, so I sighed.
“Fuck,” I said in response to his question. “I said fuck.”
“Ah,” he nodded and seemed a bit too pleased at this. “For some reason, I could never quite imagine you cursing. I”d appreciate more of that tonight,” he said. “Don”t hold back in any way.”
It was going to be my first and perhaps only night with him, so I had no intentions whatsoever of holding back. However, for us to move forward and stop getting all of this out of the way, I nodded in agreement.
Once again, he took my lips in his, and my knees wobbled. There was something soft and leisurely yet deep and intense about the way that he kissed me. It made me feel as though all my bones were turning into jelly.
Afterward, his hand went to the button at the base of my neck, and then he began to work through the endless and very tiny rows. He was surprisingly quite dexterous with his fingers, or perhaps it was just the fact that it was him and that he could do everything. For instance, I had almost been late today because it had taken me forever to unbutton this freaking blouse when I had gotten the wrong hole.
“You know,” he said as slowly my chest was revealed. “When you cover up this much, your breasts look bigger, and you seem even more endowed.”
I was surprised to hear this. Not surprised at what he was saying—I knew how my breasts looked covered—but that he even noticed. I didn’t point that out, however, and soon enough, I could feel the cool breeze of the room on me.
I was so turned on I didn”t know what to do with myself, but I did know what to do with him. My gaze flitted down his body, and all I wanted was to be kissing every inch of it and sucking on his cock.
“You can”t take your eyes off me,” he said, and my gaze snapped to his.
At first, I remained quiet, then I wondered what the point was. Today was the only day, and I wasn”t going to hold back.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I... can I suck your cock?” As the words came out of my mouth, I was surprised by how easily they flowed. I was expecting otherwise, and to have choked on the words, but they had come out, and even he had stopped.
Grabbing the edge of my blouse, he pulled at them sharply, and the entire thing ripped. I gasped in fear, alarm, and arousal all at once. Buttons went flying, and just like that, my cleavage was exposed before him.
I stared at him, full of questions; however, his expression was impassive.
”Too many fucking buttons,” he said, and I understood. It had been a freaking annoyance that morning.
Looking down, he gazed at my breasts, and I had never felt so self-conscious. However, I also didn’t think I had ever seen that extent of appreciation for my body in a man’s eyes before.
“Fuck,” he swore. “You love my cock, I love your breasts. Which do you think we should start with first?”
Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as I looked up at him, and then I decided to make the decision on both of our behalf. Holding onto his rock-hard chest for balance, I lowered all the way to my knees, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his smile.