The table erupted in gossip, and all the girls turned to each other and started adding their own comments to the news.
“Alyssa, I didn’t need the world to know.”
“Oh, shhh, it will be more fun to talk about it than to keep it to yourself.”
Alyssa was crazy if she thought I would be talking about my sex life on that night or any other night. I could barely stand the embarrassment of everyone knowing that I had indeed finally lost my virginity. No way was I going to talk about it more with them.
“What does he look like?” one of the girls asked me.
Alyssa decided that she could answer the question just as well as I could, so she did.
“He is insanely gorgeous. Josh Henderson, you know from the publishing company? Well, he used to be in the news all the time, and he is sexy as hell; older, distinguished, and piercing eyes that could set your body on fire.”
Everyone looked and listened to Alyssa very intently. They seemed captivated by her description of him, so did I. It seemed like Alyssa may have had a bit of a crush on him. I understood, though; I totally had a crush on him as well. I couldn’t even look at another man without comparing them to Josh. I was officially head over heels for him.
“Well someone buy this non-virgin a drink to celebrate,” I finally announced.
There was no use fighting this group of girls. I just joined them in their drinking, and soon enough we had moved on to conversations about their men. It was sad, though; everyone seemed to complain about their men instead of being excited about them. I hated that.
I didn’t want to be with a man that didn’t excite me all the time. I liked that Josh intrigued me, and I liked that he didn’t seem to have anything major wrong with him. Obviously, he worked too much. Other that working, there wasn’t much bad about him that I had found out yet. I’m sure down the road after we had been dating for a while I would find something I didn’t like. For now, I liked Josh a lot and was excited to continue to get to know him.
As the drinks continued to come, it was apparent that none of us would be able to drive home. Not too often did I actually drink, so I wasn’t able to be the designated driver that night. The girls who had boyfriends called them, and Alyssa and I decided to take a cab home. When we got home, though, I really wanted to go see Josh.
“Go ahead and go inside; I’m going to go say goodnight to Josh,” I said with a mischievous smile as Alyssa got out of the cab at our apartment.
“Oh, yeah? Well, go get you some of that!” Alyssa made a funny thrusting motion with her hips as she stood on the sidewalk next to the cab.
“Oh, my gosh; go inside Alyssa. I’m just going to give him a kiss goodnight.”
Alyssa wanted to continue with her thrusting and joking, but I motioned for the cab to drive away.
I totally forgot about the gate around Josh’s house, and my plan to surprise him didn’t really work out. Instead, I just had to stand out in the rain and push the buzzer at his gate and hope he was awake.
“Hello,” a woman’s voice said.
I froze.
Why was there a woman answering his buzzer?
“Um, I am here for Mr. Henderson,” I said.
“Candice?” I heard Josh say from a distance. “Buzz her in Rosa.”
I gave the cab driver money for my fare and then made my way to the gates of Josh’s house. A short Hispanic woman answered the door, and Josh ran up from behind her.
As he had just entered the entryway, Josh’s foot caught on the rug, and he did a face plant right on the carpet.
“Oh, no are you alright?” I asked, and Rosa and I went over to him.
“I’m alright ladies. Just in shock that Candice is here,” he said with a smile.
“Well, I’ll give you some warning next time.”
I reached my hand out for Josh, but just then I felt a little unsteady myself. So instead of being able to help him stand up, he grabbed my hand and helped keep me upright. I must have had a little too much to drink.
“Have you been drinking?” Josh asked surprised.
“Yes, yes I have.”
Josh grabbed my hand and brought me over to a chair in the entryway. He pulled my shoes off and his hands lingered on each of my legs as he kneeled down in front of me. I looked around, but Rosa had disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared.
“Come to bed with me?” Josh asked.
His eyes pierced through right to my heart. I felt it as it pumped hard, and I wanted to remember this moment. His chiseled jaw looked sort of like a superhero, the kind that is always in the movies. Josh looked vulnerable, yet manly, and, of course, sexier than ever.
He stood up, and my eyes came face to face with his washboard stomach. I didn’t even know it was possible to have that many muscles in your stomach. My hand reached out and touched him, my fingers melted into his skin, and I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and could smell his deliciousness; I wanted him. I wanted to be in his bed.
I nodded my head yes and followed him up the stairs to his room.
My whole body wanted him so bad I could hardly think about anything else. I wasn’t totally drunk; I had consumed just enough that my inhibitions were loosened, and I really wanted to be in bed with Josh. There was no embarrassment, just lust for this man that I had begun to have more feelings for than I wanted to admit to.
Chapter 2
Josh
Having Candice show up was like a birthday present when it wasn’t your birthday. I was so shocked to see her at my house that it took me a minute to realize what was going on. Candice had obviously been drinking, and it was cute to see her relaxed for a change.
All the times we had been around each other, Candice always had such control over her emotions. She didn’t let herself relax at all, and she was constantly weighing the pros and cons of every decision. I wondered if she had forgotten to do that before taking a cab to my house at such a late hour of the evening.
My only intention was to get her to bed and really just go to sleep. I felt confident that we would both fall asleep in each other arms, and we could make mad passionate love in the morning.
Candice had a different plan.
When we walked into my room, I flipped the light on; Candice flipped it off. She grabbed me and pulled me toward the bed and then pushed me onto the bed.
“Oh, you are feisty tonight,” I said as I lay there and watched her in the dim light of the moon.
“I want you to fuck me.”
My eyes got wide and my cock hard with the words she said. But I didn’t want to take advantage of her in the state she was in; that wasn’t my style.
“I think you have been drinking. Let’s go to bed and talk about the fucking in the morning.”
Candice stood in front of me, and I could see she had started to take her clothes off. The moon lit up my bedroom just enough so I could see her. My mouth watered with anticipation as she released her breasts from the delicate bra she had on.
“I think I want you to fuck me until I scream.”
Candice jumped onto me and started to unbuckle my pants. She quickly moved her hand to my cock and pulled it out. I tried to protest. Honestly, I did. But she was determined, and before I could get a word out of my mouth, Candice had wrapped her beautiful lips around my cock.
I could tell she was not experienced in giving oral sex, but it still felt delicious to have her mouth around me. Her eyes looked up at me as she continued. I closed my eyes and tried to decide if I would do as she asked and fuck her. It was a dilemma I had never had before. Typically if a woman asked me to fuck her, I would gladly fuck her all night long. Candice was a special case.
I really hadn’t decided if it was a good idea to continue with our relationship at all. She could become so attached that it would make things very uncomfortable at work. Plus, there was the matter of the amount of alcohol she had consumed.
“How much did you drink tonight?” I managed to ask between deep breaths of joy.
> “Three.”
My mind played out the scenario. Three drinks would certainly get her feeling good, but she surely knew exactly what she was doing. She had probably been thinking about this all day long and just got the courage up to come to my house after she had been drinking for a bit.
“Stop asking questions and fuck me, Josh.”
I don’t know if it was her forwardness, the blowjob, or how she said my name, but I couldn’t hold back for another second.
My hands grabbed her, and I flipped her onto the bed. I forcefully ripped off my remaining clothes and felt her to see how wet she was. Her body dripped with desire for me, and I knew it was right. She wanted to experience real sex. She wanted to feel what it was like to have me pound deep inside of her and make her scream … then that was exactly what I wanted to do to her.
I slid inside her slowly at first. Her body was warm and accepted my throbbing member willingly. My hips thrust in slow movements for a few strokes until she grabbed my back with her nails and held on tight.
“Harder,” she demanded.
Her wish was my command, and I let loose with hard, deliberate thrusts that rocked thru her body.
Candice let out moans of delight that I was sure my neighbors would hear. Her nails dug into my back and caused pain that just drove me to thrust harder. I enjoyed fucking her. Candice was delicate and new to the whole experience, but she enjoyed it as well. Her body shook with excitement, and quickly she was rocked with a deep orgasm throughout her pelvis.
I continued to thrust, determined to see another wonderful orgasm run through her body. I wanted her to see what all the hype was about sex; I wanted her to enjoy it.
The timing couldn’t have been any more perfect; as I released a final thrust, a second orgasm shot through her body. It was a delightful sight to see as she pushed my body in an attempt to have me stop thrusting. Then she grabbed me back and pulled me down to her.
Her lips kissed me, and I felt the pleasure of our moment. The intimacy was intense, more intense than when I had been with most of the other women in my past. It scared me how comfortable I was with Candice. It scared me how much I wanted her to be happy. It wasn’t how I normally felt with a woman, and it certainly wasn’t anything I had planned.
Candice
The night was more perfect than I could have imagined. I never took risks like that and had never shown up at a guy’s house drunk, but I just didn’t have the nerve to ask for what I wanted when I was sober.
Being with Josh sent chills throughout my body, and I wanted to be with him again and again. I had started to have some real feelings for Josh. I was excited to be in a relationship with a man I admired as much as him. He worked so hard to build his company, and he was such a nice guy; his passion for life was infectious, and I wanted more and more of it.
At work the next day, I made sure I concentrated on work and continued to show Josh that we could be professional at work and have our relationship outside of work. I was perfectly happy with that arrangement. There were no games of wondering what we should do at work or how we should behave. Just go to work and do the best job I could do, that was how I needed to look at each day.
My brain knew the plan. Unfortunately, my heart often lusted after Josh, and I wanted to call him or text him throughout the day. Anytime I made my way to the elevator, I looked down at his office door and fought the urge to just run down there and fling it open. My body wanted him to take me on his conference table, his desk, even on the floor if that’s where he wanted me.
Having sex had opened up new feelings that I didn’t think were possible. I wanted to feel that ecstasy over and over again. I finally understood what all the hype was about sex. It felt good; it felt more than good—it felt great!
I saw Josh and a few of the other workers leave for lunch, and I couldn’t help lagging behind to see where they were off to. I stayed a good block behind them and played out the scenario in my head. Certainly, I was allowed to go to lunch with him if other co-workers were there; on the other hand, no one had specifically invited me to come with them. I decided it would be a bad idea and turned around and headed back to the office.
Working with Josh was harder than I had expected. I tried to concentrate on the stories I needed to read, but I just kept thinking about having Josh’s hands on my body.
My brain sent the pleasure nerves all sorts of signals, and I felt myself get wet as I pictured Josh on top of me in his bed. My hands pulled him toward me, and my body screamed out in pleasure.
I needed to see him again after work and sent Josh a text to make arrangements for a little rendezvous after work.
I felt a bit like a schoolgirl texting a boy I liked and didn’t know if he liked me back or not. It was weird to work with someone and also have that person be the first guy I had slept with. And it was more than just that I worked with Josh; he was my boss, and he was the owner of the company. If things went bad between us, I would still have to work there; my job was my dream job, and I wasn’t about to give that up for a relationship.
Josh didn’t respond to me until the very end of the day, and when he finally responded, he said he had a business dinner. He didn’t go into details and didn’t apologize; he simply said he was busy. It left me feeling very awkward.
My heart sank, and I started to play a bunch of scenarios in my head of why he canceled. None of them were the real reason that he might have actually had a business meeting. I needed to talk to him, and as much as I tried to hold myself back, it needed to be right away.
A couple of businessmen came to the office just as I was leaving, and I knew they must have been there for Josh. He always had business meetings at night; the man never stopped working. I waited downstairs in the lobby and sat in the corner. When the group of three headed out the building and down the street, I knew right away where they were going. Shenanigans was Josh’s favorite bar, and he loved to take people there.
I rushed out the back of the building and down the opposite side of the street; if I hurried fast, I could get to the bar before them. Then it wouldn’t look like I was a total crazy stalker; although, admittedly that was what I had started to feel like.
As I ran, I unbuttoned my silk blouse and put it into my bag. I had on a tight black tank top under it, and that was more fun for a night at the bar. My tight pencil skirt would have to do for my look. I also pulled my hair down from the bun I had it in and let it loose on my shoulders.
My heart pounded as I got to the door and didn’t see Josh or the other two businessmen. I went straight up to the counter and ordered a vodka cranberry. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect; as the bartender handed me my drink, Josh and the two businessmen came in the front door.
I instantly looked away and started to make conversation with the man on my right. He seemed pleasantly surprised that I had initiated a little small talk with him.
“Hey, do you think the Cubs will make it this year?”
“No, but I would love to see them win, and by the way, I’m Alex.”
“I’m Candice. Nice to meet you.” I shook his hand and did everything I could to ignore Josh and the other two men as I saw them out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to enjoy my drink and had my back to Josh, although I had a sneaky feeling he had seen that I was there. I hoped he would see me, so I didn’t have to go over to his table. If he came to me, it would look so much less obvious.
Chapter 3
Josh
I saw her the second I walked into the club. She didn’t strike me as the kind of girl that would normally be out drinking alone. I couldn’t help thinking she knew I would come here on my business meeting, and she wanted to be here too.
I was annoyed.
I didn’t know for sure, but I did feel like she was getting too attached. She wanted what was between us to be a relationship or something like that. I was happy with getting together every now and then to fuck. But that was what I got for sleeping with a virgin. I knew bet
ter! I fucking knew better than to be a girl’s first; Candice would attach herself to me, and I wasn’t going to ever get rid of her.
It didn’t matter that I liked her; eventually, I would move on, and she would be devastated. I knew this about myself and already felt horrible for breaking her heart.
Typically, this is where I would perform a bit of a disappearing act, or at least just stop calling her back as often. But I worked with Candice, and I couldn’t make things awkward there. I needed to lessen her attraction to me. I needed for her to stop liking me and move on to someone else. I needed to be a jerk to her so she didn’t like me anymore. At least then the break in our thing would be her idea, and then I could just go with it.
I liked Candice; I wanted to fuck her again. But I didn’t want to get wrapped up in a relationship thing. I wanted things to stay cool between us, and I felt a crazy stalker in development with Candice. It wasn’t her fault; I knew that girls got attached to the first guy they slept with; I knew enough that I should have never fucked her in the first place. But I did, and now I needed to get out of the grips of this thing just a little bit.
“Jarad, see that girl over there? She works for me; isn’t she the hottest piece of ass ever?”
Jarad Jones was an up and coming author. He was just a little older than Candice, and the perfect match for her. I thought the two of them could talk books and writing and random stuff like that.
“Oh fuck, Josh. Why would you torture yourself and hire something so sweet?”
“She is actually a kick-ass manuscript reviewer, well worth the torture. But my torture could be your fortune. Want me to introduce you?”
“Yes.”
Jarad didn’t hesitate a second, and his quick answer gave me a tingle of guilt. Did I really want to introduce Candice to a hot young author? It was too late now. I had already set the ball in motion.
I got up and went over to Candice. Some schmuck next to her was trying to talk about baseball. Didn’t he know girls didn’t like that shit?
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