Executive Assistant

by 12 Author Anthology

  Classical music filled the hotel suite.

  Whoever the composer, whatever the title, the music was an ideal selection for the mood. Melissa danced out of Chang’s arms and into Jack’s. They waltzed to the end and stayed with bodies pressed together.

  “Get out of those clothes,” he ordered. “I’m about to pop.”

  “And dinner?” she teased.

  “I’ll hang the Do Not Disturb sign. They’ll leave the cart in the hallway. If not, we’ll reorder.”

  Melissa waited for him to rejoin them in the sitting room. “Both of you get me out of my clothes.” She beckoned with her finger.

  Jack unbuttoned her blouse and then trailed his finger down the front of her body between her breasts, and down over her stomach until he got to her waist. He hooked his finger in her waistband and pulled her one step closer to him.

  Heaven help her. Her skin shivered every time his fingers zapped her with their touch. Sandwiched between the two important men in her life, she’d rather be nowhere else.

  “Nonun aluum dahwo.” Chang’s breath brushed the back of her neck, as he unhooked her bra.

  “Tell me I’m beautiful again.” She sighed, as he repeated the phrase with more kisses along her shoulders. With both men tending each side of her, her skin, nervous system, and pulse were undergoing a short circuit. The hard beads of her nipples grazed Jack’s chest, her body looking for relief. Instead, the hard planes of his muscles further excited her.

  Chang unhooked her skirt in the back and unzipped her.

  She shimmied out of it and stepped out of the pooled skirt at her ankles.

  Without waiting another second, his kisses dived down her back, along her spine.

  Her back arched into Jack’s chest. His devilish smile shone down like a warm kiss of sunshine. And she wanted those lips planted on her mouth because what else would make their celebration launch than to be blanketed in kisses?

  Her arms wound around Jack’s shoulders. Her craving was heightened gluttony for him to crush her nipples with his mouth. She wanted to feel his tongue pressing the sensitive buds against the roof.

  Instead his lips planted a rough kiss, full of passion and fervor. She loved it rough and rousing. She could inhale him. Not only did he smell fantastic, but he tasted so good. The more she opened up to his tongue’s penetration, the higher she shot up and soared, pulling up onto her tiptoes. Her leg wrapped around his hips. Her pussy dripped its wetness.

  Chang continued his onslaught of kisses to the top of her ass enough to tip her over the edge, Kisses mixed with pops of his hand on the fleshy globes. Her pussy melted. The stinging slaps and his wet, warm kisses made her cry out for more.

  And Chang was in full charge of making her want more than he wanted her to have. Changing tactics, he spread her cheeks. Cool liquid poured down her ass, rolling over her pussy and down her leg. His tongue swept along her crack—long strokes upward from her moist apex over the puckered rosette to the top of her ass. Over and over. Champagne and a tongue wash. Nirvana.

  She had to release suction from Jack to catch her breath. Her hand held onto her own wrist behind Jack’s neck to keep upright.

  Chang wasn’t done. His fingers entered her pussy, sliding in fast and hard.

  In and out, his fingers pumped.

  She hissed in the air. And then she blew it out in a loud, guttural whoosh.

  “I want to be so…fucked.” Melissa writhed away from both men’s attention. She needed a quick breather before fainting from sexual overload. As it was, her giggles wouldn’t stop. Her body couldn’t turn down the constant quiver. Every inch of her skin felt like it was under the spell of an adrenalin rush.

  When she could gain a bit of coherence to her thought, she beckoned them to follow her into the bedroom. She climbed onto the bed, kneeling, waiting for them to join her. They didn’t sprint down the hallway, but stood back riveted on her, exercising some semblance of chivalry.

  “Who’s gonna be first?” She grew impatient. Her need wanted fulfillment…like yesterday.

  Neither answered. But Jack entered the room first, circling around the bed. His animal-like moves were measured, as if looking for point of entry. The wildness of the game had a wonderful bold flavor that kept her turned on. Her nostrils flared, drawing in his sexual vigor as if bolstering her stamina for what was to come.

  She paid attention too to Chang who walked around the opposite side of the bed.

  Melissa shifted her position, following him.

  He undressed and tossed his shirt aside. His bare feet made no sound along the wood floor. “Saranghae.”

  “Youngwonee.” She accepted his declaration of love.

  “Yes. It will be forever.” He unfastened his pants and pushed it down. His cock sprung free. Already wet, hard, and jutting out like a corded staff. He made quick work of sheathing with a condom.

  Melissa licked her lips and got into position. She got on her hands and knees within reach of him. Her hand reached for his dick and closed around the juicy thickness.

  Fisting his cock, she urged him even closer, and greedily slid his stick into her mouth. Pumping him quenched her thirst as she stroked him deeply to her throat.

  The bed eased down behind her. Jack had taken his place at her ass. The lube poured cold and thick down her crack. She couldn’t wait.

  Gently Chang cupped her head and slid in further. Her throat relaxed, stretching to accommodate his length.

  Jack, the perfect mate, slipped on his condom, and gently slid into her hole. He coaxed and retreated several times to introduce his cock to her rose. Easily her flower relaxed, offering him its tight entry. As he slid his entire length and healthy width, his hands constantly stroked her cheeks.

  Like a stack of dominoes, they melted in sequence. Chang exploded. Melissa welcomed the rush, which touched off a series of pulses and tremors deep inside her cave. With fingers clawed in her ass cheeks, Jack shot like a pro with powerful thrusts and gnashing of teeth.

  Melissa was sure there had to be visual phenomenon with static electricity, thermal imaging readings of colors not yet seen in the spectrum, and out of body lift off before settling back down in the respective bodies.

  “I’d say that Operation Conquer and Seduction was a success.” Chang kissed her mouth before grabbing a bathrobe.

  “You knew?” Melissa couldn’t contain a giggle.

  “Laila,” Jack provided, as he reached for the phone. “She was afraid the day would end before our hard-headedness stopped getting in the way.” He continued with re-ordering their meal.

  Melissa sighed. She wrapped herself in the comforter. The cocoon reminded her of where she was and the potential of where she headed: an ordinary woman with an extraordinary life with two sexy soul mates.

  The End

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  THE TAKEOVER

  Doris O’Connor

  Copyright© 2014

  Chapter One

  "Wait up a sec. I'm—" The door slammed in her face, shutting off her shout for help, and the trays of Starbucks’ finest wobbled precariously in Emma's hands. She swallowed the curse hovering on her tongue, and winced as scalding hot coffee slopped over her fingers.

  Liz Goven, her immediate boss, and assistant to the CEO, threw a cold look over her shoulder at Em, and stalked off. Even through the glass door the loud click clack of her six inch Gucci slingbacks grated on Emma's nerves. Of course, the high and mighty Ms. Goven would not stoop so low as holding the door open for a mere assistant, now, would she?

  Emma resisted the childish urge to stick her tongue out at Liz's retreating back, and sighed instead. With her case containing the papers the CEO needed for the takeover slung precariously over one shoulder, her handbag hanging off one elbow, and two far from stable cardboard trays holding the scalding supply of coffees, her options for opening that door proved rather limited.

  Especially as she'd chosen to wear a suit in honor of the new CEO's arrival today. Em hadn't worn t
he damn thing in years, and clearly she'd gained some pounds since the last time she'd squeezed into it. The jacket didn't do up over her boobs, and the pencil skirt clung to what her mum would have called childbearing hips. Em just called it fat, and normally she hid under flowing dresses and long comfortable skirts, but the memo sent round had been very precise. The new CEO would expect proper office attire, so Em had even dusted off her kitten heels.

  So not conducive to walking, let alone opening the damn door with her knee, which was the only option left open right now.

  "Here, let me. How do you get yourself into these pickles, titch?"

  Shane Nevin's deep tenor stopped her fumbling, and a shiver of anticipation went down her spine, dampening her knickers like it always did. Em suppressed another sigh, and smiled up at Shane as she did her best not to swoon

  Shane, too, had dressed up for the occasion, and the three-piece suit just emphasized every inch of his six foot three ruggedly masculine frame. If she didn't know better Em would have thought that suit was tailor-made. However, Shane was just a lowly office worker like herself, so unless he'd suddenly won the lottery, then he must have just struck lucky when he got that suit off the peg.

  "Nice suit," Emma said, and inwardly rolled her eyes at herself. Nice suit? That's right up there with I carried a watermelon, for frick's sake. Could I think of anything more stupid to say to him?

  Shane simply smiled at her comment, reached around her to open the door for her, and grasped one of the trays out of her hand.

  "Here, let me help you. Queen bitch made you get the coffees again, I see, as well as made you finish that report, I bet."

  Emma almost missed a step at the steely annoyance behind those clipped words, tempered as they were with a smile directed at her. And not just any smile. This was a pure drop-your-knickers-in-an-instant smile of male appreciation that made Emma feel rather lightheaded. She'd seen him use that dimpled grin with devastating effect in meetings with suppliers that meant they dropped everything to accommodate him, but she'd never been at the receiving end of it. Neither had he ever run his gaze over her body with such heated intensity that the fine hair on her arms rose to attention, and her nipples beaded into shameless beacons of lust. Em knew she would have to lose her now sodden knickers, as her body responded to this man's charisma with a gush of wetness between her thighs. Jesus, that smile was lethal, and set off an almost painful wave of arousal and feminine need in her core that left Emma breathlessly staring up at him.

  "I could say the same to you, by the way." Shane winked at her, and Emma blinked as the spell was broken.

  "What?" she asked.

  Shane laughed and swept one large hand through the air in front of her.

  "Your attire, Em. Nice suit. Who knew you were hiding such a great pair of pins, not to mention…" His gaze dropped briefly to her boobs, where her nipples were still practically waving red flags to draw attention to themselves, and he grinned again, and ran a hand through his hair. The action made a strand of his light brown hair fall across his forehead and her fingers itched to brush it back for him. It had a natural wave to it that could have made him look boyish. Coupled with the angular jaw, covered in designer stubble, the strong slash of a nose, and his intense crystal blue gaze, it just enhanced his raw masculinity and sex appeal, however.

  Emma laughed nervously and somehow managed to keep on walking. Shane hit the button for the lift to carry them up to the executive offices, and she risked another glance up at him from under her lashes. He wasn't looking at her. Just stood waiting for the lift to finally get back to them, and he stepped a bit closer to her when the space behind them filled with more office workers. His spicy scent wrapped itself around her senses, and she inhaled sharply as the doors slid open. Heat raced up her arm when Shane grasped her elbow and steered her into the far corner of the lift. The high rise building was home to many firms, and the lift soon filled to capacity. Shane braced his hand behind her on the wall, to stop from being pushed further into her. With the two trays the only barrier between them, Emma's mouth went dry when she looked up to find him watching her.

  "Yes, well, orders from above and all that. Must please the new CEO. I heard he's a tough old coot."

  A curious smile flitted across Shane's features at her husky reply and Emma shut her eyes and bashed her head back against the mirrored wall. What was with that porn star voice she'd seemed to have adopted? Shane would think her a right simpleton.

  Her stomach tightened in need and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud, when she sensed rather than saw him dip his head. Gooseflesh broke out across the sensitive skin under her ear as his hot breath skittered across it.

  "Anything for the CEO, is it, titch?"

  The silly name sounded like a lover's caress. He'd adopted the moniker for her within hours of their first meeting, because she'd struggled to hang the Christmas decorations on the high ceiling of their part of the open plan office. Instead of grating on her nerves, like it usually did when he brought attention to their height difference, it simply turned her on. Thanks to her heels she came up to his shoulder, rather than his chest, and it wouldn't take much for him to kiss her.

  Her eyes flew open and heat crept into her face at the decidedly unprofessional turn her thoughts were taking. They were in a lift for fuck's sake, in full view of everyone else, and this was Shane. They were friends, and besides, even if they weren't, he was completely and utterly out of her league. A man like him could have any woman he wanted, and he frequently did. Lord knew Emma had fielded enough annoyed women's phone calls on a Monday morning, when she'd answered his phone. He never played the field in the office, but Shane clearly enjoyed a healthy sex life outside of it, and why shouldn't he? It was only natural after all. Emma might have taken a seeming vow of abstinence worthy of any nun, but that didn't mean other people did. She knew that, and she fervently squashed that annoying little voice in her ear, that proclaimed she'd only sworn off men since Shane's arrival. Ever since he'd held that ladder for her—a mere four months ago—and Em had irrevocably fallen in lust at first sight, no other man had passed muster. Not that she had been particularly active in that department, but Emma used to have fun. She frowned at the direction her thoughts were taking, and slammed the door shut on them. No good would come of it. She was so not going to dwell on how easy it would be to allow herself to fall in love with the man towering over. Lust was one thing, love… therein lay nothing but heartache. She wrenched her gaze up to Shane's face, and all conscious thought fled her befuddled brain.

  Emma had no idea what had changed between them, but there was no mistaking the blatant lust in Shane's eyes as he smiled down at her, and she held her breath when he dipped his head again and whispered his next words.

  "What if the old coot is neither old nor a coot, and wants to do all sorts of dirty things to you, that he should have no business thinking, let alone acting on? Then what will you do?"

  He pulled back just enough to be able to see her, and Emma couldn't think of one sensible thing to say in reply, so she simply stared up at him, and shook her head.

  "No?" he asked. "No, as in he wouldn't do that, or no as in you'd have his balls on a plate for suggesting such a thing to you?"

  "I-I… what on earth got into you today, Shane?" She finally managed to get the words out in a hoarse whisper, and her eyes grew huge when he smiled and kissed her nose.

  As chaste as the contact was, it sent a rush of need through her system and her nose tingled where his warm, firm lips had touched her. Good god, if that simple touch had her insides turn into a mush of feminine goo, then how would she react if he ever kissed her properly?

  "Nothing, Em. Things are going to change around here that's all, and I guess I'm just wondering what your take on it all is? And whether you'd ever consider getting involved at the office…"

  There was something almost pensive about him as he asked that question, and Emma gave into instinct and ran her hand along the nape of hi
s neck. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt him tense under her tentative exploration, and she became all too aware of him. His hair was just as silky smooth as she imagined it to be, and her fingertips burned where they touched his exposed skin. Shane swallowed hard and her gaze settled on the movement of his Adam's apple, as she traced the line of his collar, and then allowed her fingers to curl into his tie. It matched the color of his eyes, and the wisps of hair she spotted made her wonder if his chest was also covered in fuzz. She'd caught the odd glimpse of his hair-roughened six pack before now when his shirt had ridden out of the usual black jeans he wore to the office. The fine trail had acted like a beacon to the bulge in his groin, and Emma let her hand drop. Those were dangerous thought processes she had no business indulging in. They had a busy day ahead, and lord only knew what the new CEO was going to be like.

  "I guess that answers my question." Shane grumbled the words and the lift ground to a halt on their floor. He flashed her a brief smile and stepped away from her. A heady rush of feminine power surged through Emma when she saw him discreetly adjust his cock through his tailored trousers.

  She had done that to him, and right now she didn't care one iota. Men’s appendages had a mind of their own, and it most likely didn't mean a thing. Mind you, if she in a tight skirt had that reaction on him, then she would gladly endure the torture of having to keep her belly sucked in more often. She stepped out of the lift with a rather uncharacteristic sway to her hips, and she grinned when Shane swore under his breath behind her.

  It was an entirely too air fairy notion but she swore she could feel his heated gaze on her butt cheeks as she walked, and he swore again when she sat down and allowed the hem of her dress to ride up her thighs until they exposed the tops of her hold up stockings.

  He plonked the coffee tray on her desk with much more force than necessary and she jumped when Shane twirled her chair around and pushed it back against her desk. With his hands braced on the back rest and him stood right between her legs, she had nowhere to go. Her breathing hitched and her clit tingled as though he was actually touching it. It was insane to be this turned on in the middle of the office, which was fast filling up with her colleagues. Yet, Emma couldn’t look away either and somehow it didn't matter, as the world narrowed to just the two of them locked in their bubble of sexual awareness.