Three Bosses’ Assistant: Love by Numbers Book 2

by Casey, Nicole

  “No, that’s quite all right. I’m so sorry about that,” I responded. “Did your sister ever meet him?”

  Sascha nodded, taking a sip of her wine. “He got remarried and his new wife, not the woman he cheated with by the way, she really wanted him to make amends with my mom and be there for us. He turned back up wanting to be dad of the year. My sister was more into it than I was, but we worked through our issues in a very surface, now we can see each other on holidays and not be weird sort of way.”

  “Better than nothing,” I said.

  “True. My sister was excited he came back, so I was excited for her,” she replied. “Do you have any siblings?”

  “No. I always wanted one, but I suppose it was a shock enough that my mother had me. My dad wanted me to stay in touch with my Russian roots, so we spent half a year in Russia every year. My dad was one of eight, each with children of their own, so I have many cousins,” I explained.

  “So, do you speak fluent Russian too?” Sascha asked.

  “Da, krasivo, russkiy eto chast’ togo, kto ya yest’,” I replied.

  Sascha’s cheeks darkened a bit. “Wow. That was beautiful, what’d you say?”

  “I said, ‘Yes, beautiful, Russian is part of who I am.” I mirrored the way her smile grew as I complimented her, and took my own drink of my wine.

  We spent more time talking about Russia, and how Sascha had never left the county. I could see myself whisking her away to my country of origin at some point. Russia would be hard pressed to meet her splendor, but it’d be worth a shot. She started asking to learn some phrases, so I taught her the words for ‘beautiful,’ ‘writing,’ and ‘passion,’ along with explain some of the words used to describe dishes on the menu. Just like when we first entered, she had a great handle on the pronunciation of the words, including a vocal inflection. I could sit and listen to her speak Russian all day. She told me more about her friends and family, specifically her friend Erin, who just started a relationship with two men. I thought it interesting that she’d bring that up given our particular situation, but I didn’t want to consider what she might be suggesting and put it out of my mind.

  Once we placed the order for our food, Sascha was delighted to learn our food would be prepared directly in front of us, complete with using different types of Vodka to create multi-colored flames over which to cook the food. She was skeptical, but surprised by the borscht that was served as an appetizer while we watched the food being prepared, and went crazy for the pirozhkis. We ended the meal with Russian tea cakes, and a dessert wine.

  “Can I admit something to you?” she started again.

  “Of course,” I replied.

  “I’ve been attracted to you since the first day you interviewed me.”

  My eyes got a bit wider. “Really?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know if you’ve seen you recently, but…” She held up a thumb and I laughed.

  “Well good, if it gets me dates with beautiful women like you, I can’t complain.”

  We finished our dinner and began our drive back down towards the city. Listening to her talk as we drove was heavenly. She was so intelligent and when she really got excited about something, her voice took on this adorable higher pitch and her eyes got a bit wild; it was irresistible. I was beyond disappointed when we finally pulled up in front of her apartment complex.

  She looked at me, the corner of her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. I had to beat down my animal instincts with a bat. Slow and steady; no more surprise attacks. “Can I kiss you?” I asked.

  She smiled wide and nodded and leaned in. I thought our first kiss was great, but a mutual one was earth-shattering. Her fingers crawled into my hair again, and with her complete permission, I let myself go a little bit. Even with the center console of my car dividing us, I pulled her as close as I could and her tongue poked out from between her lips and I released mine to meet it. Things heated up quickly. I wanted her, and as she damn near dragged me into the passenger’s seat, it was clear she wanted me too.

  “Do you want to come up?” she asked, breathless.

  “Yes,” I replied. She had no idea just how badly I wanted to.

  A blip in time passed between us being in my car and us being in her bed. We were making out, fully-clothed, because we couldn’t tear ourselves away from one another long enough to do anything else. It was only when she rolled me onto my back so that she could start to undo the button on my pants that I even came to terms with what was happening. The most beautiful woman I’d ever been out with was straddling me, her slender hands tickling my shaft as they worked to free it. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn I’d died at some point and was in my dream world.

  She got the button undone and shoved her hand under the hem of my pants and my boxers and gripped my dick. Her hands were warm and started to stroke. I slid my hands up her back to unzip her dress. She was an extravagantly wrapped present. The trimmings look so good, you almost feel bad undoing them, but then you remember what’s inside.

  I pulled her dress free from her torso, and her pert, c-cup breasts bounced free, without even a bra to hold them back. I squeezed them each, loving the way she squeaked as I did so. I flicked at her nipples a few times before sitting up to suck on them.

  “Fuck, that feels so good,” she whimpered.

  She moaned and pushed at my pants until she could pull my cock out. We were zero-to-sixty, likely because we wanted each other so badly. Foreplay would have to take a back seat as Sascha guided my dick to her pussy and slid herself down over. Her heat enveloped me, and even I couldn’t stop from letting a moan escape my lips.

  “Trakhni menya,” I growled. She was gripping me tightly and was slick from the excitement. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  She started to ride me in earnest, grinding her hips back and forth, switching to rising up and down and then repeating the process. I took hold of her hips and dug my heels into her bed and used it as leverage to thrust up into her. “Oh, fuck!” She cried out, her hands flying to my back for support. Her nails dug into my skin and drove me even crazier. I grunted, and took hold of her back and flipped her so she was under me. I hurried working my button-up off my body, leaving my bare torso free. She ran her hands over my abs and licked her lips. I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder and lined my cock up to her entrance.

  She shifted her pelvis, trying desperately to get at my cock. I kept it perched just outside, partly to keep myself from coming, but mostly to tease her.

  “Fuck me, Ian,” she whined.

  I took a bite of her neck, sucking it in the wake of my teeth sinking in. “I don’t know. How badly do you want it?”

  She ran her hands through her hair, raising her sex appeal 1000%. “So bad,” she responded, her eyes flared with desperate need.

  “I don’t know that I’m convinced,” I murmured.

  Sascha mewled, still shifting her body in search of any friction. “Please, Ian. Please shove your big cock into me and fuck me.”

  It was music to my ears. I had many toys at home and lots of experience with teasing women who were willing to play my games. I prayed that I would get to flex some of that experience with her. Not to get too sidetracked from the goal at hand, I shoved my dick all the way inside of her in one fell swoop and went back to work slamming into her.

  “Yes!” she cried out.

  “Tvoya kiska chuvstvuyet sebya tak khorosho, milaya,” I responded.

  She pulled on my back as hard as she could. “I’m gonna—”

  Her words disappeared behind a moan and I could feel the walls of her pussy convulsing with an orgasm. It felt so good, I was near to losing myself, but I didn’t want it to end so quickly. I slowed my pace. Looking down at her, eyes blown out, hair a mess all over her head and her mouth slightly open, I felt like I was taking my first drag of a new drug, one I’d definitely be developing an addiction to. I set my thumb on top of her engorged clit and rubbed. She shuddered beneath me, cryi
ng out with pleasure as I timed my ministrations, stroking into her at a pace that allowed me to feel every bit of her.

  She took her breasts into her own hands and squeezed and clamped down on my dick even more. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer even being deliberate about dragging it out. I picked up the pace, rubbing her clit and fucking her with fervor, loving the way she knocked her head back and whimpered out for me to do more. Finally, a warmth gathered around my stomach and thighs and started to crawl towards my dick, I took a few more brave strokes and then pulled myself out just in time to send my seed splashing over her dress, as she moaned out another loud orgasm.

  I dropped myself down on top of her, pulling her in for another kiss, more tender, and weak with the energy we’d each expended.

  She rubbed her hands through my hair as I brought my head to rest on her chest, the gentle lull of her breathing in and out threatening to put me right to sleep.

  She chuckled. “You cannot tell the other two we did this.”

  I patted the side of her hip. “I think I can manage.”

  Sascha

  There was something borderline sinful about waking up to a god-like creature laying in my bed, his hands tracing over my body, demanding my attention and turning me on with even the lightest touches. Within minutes I was bent over the headboard in my bedroom with Ian fastened firmly inside me, slamming into me from behind. He had one hand cupped over my breast and the other teasing my clit and I felt like I was going to blackout from the pleasure.

  “Don’t stop,” I shouted.

  “Fuck,” Ian hissed.

  I started forcing myself backwards to meet his thrusts. His dick was delightfully large, more girth than length, but it was all very good. It filled me up and had me dizzy as my neighbor banged against the wall separating my apartment from theirs. Ian pulled his hand from my breast and wrapped it around my neck, pulling me back towards him. I cried out as the new position had him poking directly at my g-spot.

  “There,” I whimpered and he listened, immediately slamming against the spot inside.

  All I could hear was reduced to a single ringing and my vision went blurry as I came. It was so much stronger than any I’d ever had before, I’d be struggling to walk for the rest of the day. Ian groaned in my ear and when he quickly pulled out, I let out a whine of disappointment. Being left empty after having him inside me was rapidly becoming my least favorite feeling. He kissed me on my shoulder, then neck, then ear. I giggled as I leaned back against him.

  “You’re gonna be late for work,” I murmured.

  “I’ll quit,” he joked, setting his lips on mine.

  “Fine, but I can’t afford to get fired,” I said.

  “I’m the head of HR, who’s gonna do it?” he replied.

  He had a good point. Still, I took my job seriously. I reached around and patted his ass. “Come on. We both will regret it if we play hookie.”

  “I promise you I won’t,” he responded. I turned enough to look him in the eyes and he let out a deep sigh. “Fine.”

  I gave him one final kiss as he climbed off of the bed. He started to walk around collecting his articles, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Look at the god walking around my room looking for his underwear.

  “What?” Ian asked.

  I shook my head. “Nothing.”

  He walked back over to me, leaned down and kissed me. I wanted to pull him back into bed with me, but resisted the urge and eventually, he pulled away. “I’ll see you later?”

  “Yeah,” I replied.

  Watching him leave, I realized I was in trouble. I immediately wanted to call him back and it was going to be very difficult to see him throughout the day and not get lost remembering their dalliances. I did my best to put him from my mind as I showered and headed out the door to work. Even as I was working, I would suddenly remember one of my mind-blowing orgasms from the night before and start staring off into space daydreaming about Ian.

  “Careful, you’re gonna get drool on your desk.” I turned and Noah was standing there with a coffee in his hand. He held it out to me. “I went with hot chocolate today, which is good, because someone clearly got you all wound up already. Who is he?” I just shook my head. “She?” Noah asked.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied.

  “Oh come on, I’m not stupid,” Noah said. “Please? I would love something interesting right now!”

  I knew all of the reasons why I couldn’t tell Noah honestly what was going on. “It’s a friend of my brother’s,” I said finally.

  “Ooh, okay,” he said. “Scandalous. Tell me more.”

  You have no idea friend.

  “Sorry to interrupt, Noah.” Ryland had snuck up on us while we were stuck in our conversation. “I need to speak with Sascha.”

  “You’re the boss,” Noah said. “I want more details later,” he whispered to me, then he walked off.

  “Did you have fun last night?” Ryland asked me finally, when Noah was gone from ear-shot.

  “I did,” I replied truthfully. “I’m interested to see what you have planned though.”

  Ryland smiled and confidence exuded from him so strongly I felt like I could see the waves. “I was thinking you might like to go to a show. Have you ever heard of Cirque du Soleil?”

  My eyes widened. “Yeah. I’ve always wanted to go.”

  “Well, want no more. I thought we could go to one this weekend, grab a bite to eat afterwards,” he said.

  I smiled. “That sounds wonderful.”

  “Fantastic. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Perfect.”

  It was so Ryland. He wasn’t a movie and dinner kind of guy. He was extravagant and cultured, and taking me to a Cirque du Soleil show was exactly the kind of thing I should have expected. I probably shouldn’t even be anticipating a normal dinner. He was far from pedestrian.

  Ryland raised an eyebrow. “You seem in particularly high spirits this morning. Is my competition that severe?”

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” I stammered.

  “Did you and Ian go out?” he asked, and I could tell he was fishing.

  “We did,” I responded quickly. “An authentic Russian place. They prepared dinner right in front of us, and he even taught me some Russian. Not that I know how to use any of it, but he said I pronounce it very well.”

  “I don’t doubt this,” Ryland replied. “Your intelligence suggests you would pick up a new language very well. I know several, Russian among them. Did he teach you any swear words?”

  I giggled. It was amusing and kind of cute the way he was already trying to one-up Ian. “No, no swear words.”

  Ryland flashed a toothy grin. “I’ll teach you some swear words.”

  “Russian ones or English ones?” I asked.

  “Whatever you’d like,” he replied.

  “Maybe you should have done that when we first met, you’d be a bit higher in the standings right now,” I joked.

  Ryland gave me a genuine smile, then, something I was quickly learning was abnormal for him. “Was that a jab?”

  “No, sir. I would never take a jab at my boss,” I replied, following it with a wink.

  Ryland let a cocky, but amused chuckle out. “You’re already armed and prepared for battle.”

  I shrugged. “What can I say? I don’t like to lose.”

  Ryland leaned in so close I immediately became conscious of how many people were already in the office. They were all in their own worlds, not paying any attention to us, but if even one of them turned around or so much as caught a reflection of us in their screens, we were in a very compromising position.

  “Neither do I,” Ryland hummed finally.

  He stood back up and turned his back to me, walking away without another word and sending a chill racing down my back.

  Ryland

  I pulled up in front of Sascha’s flat, having chosen my Porsche as our chariot for the evening. I didn�
�t think Sascha a material type of woman, but people reacted automatically to luxury. Anything that could induce a mind of seduction in her mind worked to my benefit. I climbed out of the car and walked up to where she was standing on her stoop. She looked ravishing. She was wearing a red qipao type dress that showed off her legs, with her blond hair up in a high bun.

  I, of course, greeted her with a kiss to her cheek and loved the way she immediately blushed. Ian may have pigeonholed himself after rushing her in the bar, but I’ve been nothing but respectful. I can flex my romantic muscles a bit and I can tell she’s going to love it.

  I hold her door open for her and wait for her to get in and buckled before I let myself in. All of the things a gentleman should do, and then head for the theater.

  “Are you excited?” I asked.

  “I am,” she replied. “Have you been to one before?”

  “Only this one,” I responded.

  She gasped a little. “You’ve been to this one before? Won’t that be boring?”

  I side-glanced her. “I don’t imagine anything with you will be boring.” Her blush came back and I made it a personal mission to get her to do that as much as I could. “Besides,” I continued, “this one is never quite the same each time. I find something about it vastly intriguing. I’m excited to hear your thoughts.”

  She chuckled a little bit. “Of course.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “No, I just might have expected you’re bringing me on a date specifically to stimulate conversation. That’s very like you,” she explained.

  “Am I that easy to read?” I asked.

  She shrugged. “I think transparency is a good thing.” She looked at me with a smirk. “Besides, I’ve never had a man take me out for conversation before.” There was a fire behind her eyes. “Now I’m even more excited.”