Executive Assistant

by 12 Author Anthology

  Pulling him by his tie, Rochelle backed them into the privacy of her office. Porter hooked the door with the tip of his shoe and kicked it shut. The boom caused every nerve ending in her heated body to jolt with anticipation. When it came to their renewed passion it wasn't a calming storm and nothing could hold them back. There seemed to be a blaze within Porter that engulfed her. His deepening kisses made it hard to breathe, to think, to even concentrate. His roaming hands felt ravenous as they moved over her body. She’d missed this and to deprive herself of him felt like a version of hell she'd lived in for too long.

  Porter backed her to the large oak desk and pinned her against the aged wood. The edge dug into the back of her legs, the dull pain a reminder of just how long it had been since her last escapade. Wiggling awkwardly against him, Porter must've realized she wasn't comfortable being sandwiched between his hard body and a sharp edge of wood. He pulled the hem of her skirt up, exposing her panties as he lifted her easily and sat her atop the smooth, cold surface. With her skirt bunched around her waist, she opened her thighs and he positioned himself between them.

  She leaned back across her desktop, arching up as he followed her down and peppered kisses along her neckline. Endearing, but the tenderness had been solely for her benefit. She usually liked the softer foreplay before they had intercourse but tonight impatience forced out any thoughts to go slow.

  "Porter." Rochelle hoped her begging came out in his name, since she was ready. She'd always been ready when it came to him. Why she wanted to deny herself this prize was foolish.

  In one smooth move Porter rose up and looked down at her with a smirk. Just where I want you, his gaze said. Running his fingers along the back of her thighs caused a quiver to ripple down her body. She huffed out a breath as he gripped behind her knees and pulled her right to the edge of the desk. Not breaking eye contact, she watched as the sound of his zipper joined with her heavy breaths. His hand left her chocolate skin to reach into his front pocket. Of course he would have a condom packet at the ready. Old habits die hard. There was no telling when their passion heated up and they ducked out of sight from prying eyes. At least, that had been the way it used to be. History was about to repeat itself. Only this time, there would be no sneaking around behind closed doors.

  She watched Porter shift from foot to foot, the sound of cloth and a belt loop hitting the carpet indicating he planned to take her right here.

  He concentrated on slipping the condom on and when he had it situated, he clutched her face. Both masculine hands captured the sides of her face, firm and gentle. His thumb stroked her lips as lightly as a bee landing on a flower. The contrasting sensations drove her mad with lust and love, both warring in her chest.

  "From now on, there's only us. Okay?"

  "Only us," she echoed just before he leaned down to lay a gentle peck on her swollen lips. As their mouths pulled apart, Porter slid inside her in one smooth thrust. He felt glorious and perfect and every inch of him fit her so well. He soothed her internal ache while building up another between her thighs, which he would soon shatter as well. Porter broke all her barriers.

  Porter stood up straighter, his hands still moving with intoxicating strokes along her skin as his cock retracted slowly out of her. He licked his delicious lips and gave her a wicked smile before he entered her pussy with an increased speed. She moaned as he buried himself deep in her folds, rotating his hips so that he could feel her widen up even more to accommodate his size. Oh Lord, it had been so long since she'd felt him inside of her. It didn't take long for her highest point of arousal to turn into the peak of orgasm. She fought off coming so soon. She wanted to carry it out but the office wasn't the place for them to take their time to rediscover each other's bodies.

  Rochelle cried out as Porter started rocking his hips, his cock barely moving inside her, massaging the sensitive walls. He braced a hand on the edge of the desk when her pussy started to constrict around him. She was close to climaxing, so damn close that she saw the room blur white along the edges of her vision. Her attention focused exclusively on Porter, his bright eyes and the beads of sweat collecting on his forehead. He exhaled, his breath cooling by the time it hit her face but it carried the scent of his aftershave and his musk. He pulled out, a few deep breaths escaping him as he searched her gaze.

  "You’re so close. I won't be able to fight mine off."

  Rochelle ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. "Then don't. Come with me."

  Porter nodded and entered her in a strong thrust that caused everything in her to burn hot. She cried out as she felt the pulsing of his cock inside her, his body diving into pleasure a mere second before hers. Too strong for her to ignore the wave of passion that washed over them, she jerked hard underneath him. The penetrating tremors caused her to tense up against him. It felt as though her body fell into an overload of stimulation. It was almost too damn much for her.

  "Relax." Porter kissed her forehead, causing her to loosen up and let the full capacity of his ecstasy carry her out into relaxation.

  Rochelle rode the erotic currents, her body coming hard as her pussy gripped tighter around Porter's cock.

  "Wow," he muttered as tense energy seemed to zap out of her. She floated on a cloud of bliss and love. Wow put it mildly; she'd never had such a hardcore orgasm. Not one that caused her to tense up and forget to breathe and relax.

  Porter kissed her cheek, his lips right against her ear. "Maybe I should go back to Chicago for a year, come back, and do this again." His cock still had a bit of firmness to it, enough to cause a jolt of sensitivity through her sex. So when he teasingly rotated his hips and caused her to squirm, he grinned.

  Rochelle chuckled. "You better not."

  Porter gave her a soft kiss. "Ro, I could never leave you again and I hope you never want me to."

  "Of course not. Besides, I kinda think everyone has been waiting for us to finally be out with it."

  "Yeah, we were getting pretty sloppy with our incognito act there towards the end." Porter slipped out of her and held a hand out for her to help herself up off the desk. "Is it finally time for us to treat this relationship of ours like it's something to be proud of?"

  Without hesitating, Rochelle slipped her hand in Porter's and felt his enclose hers. He had her and she didn't want him to let her go. "Yes, I think it finally is."

  The End

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  SUDDENLY

  Beth D. Carter

  Copyright© 2014

  Chapter One

  “Good night, Dalton,” Bellah said from his doorway.

  Dalton looked up and gave his secretary a small, tight smile. Damn, she was gorgeous and once again he felt disgusted at himself for the lust that coursed through his body every time he laid eyes on her. Bellah Denoon had been his secretary slash executive assistant for almost two years now. She did everything from taking care of his schedule to making sure his clothes got to the dry cleaner and even bought the occasional good-bye gift for his so-called girlfriends.

  He couldn’t recall the exact moment he’d become aware of her as more than an employee but one day he’d turned around, looked at her, and something had hit him between the eyes. His dick had gone rock hard, his mouth went dry, and the very vivid image of her naked beneath him had been so sharp and potent that he’d gone into his private bathroom and rubbed one out.

  He’d been jerking off with her in mind ever since. Lusting after his secretary, how clichéd was that?

  “Are you all right, Dalton?” she asked. “Do you need me to stay?”

  “No,” he said, glad as fuck that he was sitting behind his desk. Otherwise she’d get an eyeful of how easily she affected him. “It’s Friday. Have a nice weekend.”

  “You too.” Still, she hesitated. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  He waved off her concern. After all, what could he tell her? That he wanted to spread her out on his desk and fuck her until they both passed out from exhaustion? That he wanted
to suck on her cunt until she creamed his face? That he had fantasies of bending her over his chair, holding her tits as he reamed her from behind?

  Oh yeah, that’d go over real swell.

  “Just tired,” he said instead. “It’s been a long week.”

  “It sure was. I’ll have those contracts for the Shepard Corporation on your desk Monday morning.”

  “All right. Have a nice weekend, Bellah.”

  He expected her to smile sweetly, turn and walk to the elevators. But she didn’t move and something…carnal?...flared in her sky blue eyes. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth to say something, and then…it looked like she chickened out because she snapped her mouth back together and turned, hurrying away without another word.

  What had she been about to ask?

  And was that interest he saw in her eyes?

  He sat in his office for another minute, contemplating what had just happened. Was it possible Bellah felt the same for him? He’d always thought fraternization between employees only led to trouble but if Bellah was interested in him he would seriously have to reconsider that particular rule in the employee handbook.

  Dalton’s heart began to pound with excitement and he knew he had to find out what Bellah had wanted to ask him. Without any more hesitation, and without shutting down his computer or locking up his office, he ran after her. Just got up and went. He’d always felt guilty for having Bellah star in his sexual fantasies when she didn’t know about them, but if she was just as interested in him, well, that put everything in a whole different light.

  His mergers and acquisitions building was twenty stories tall and his office was at the top, of course. He impatiently watched the floor numbers light up as he descended and it felt like an eternity before he reached the underground parking. Finally, the elevator stopped and as soon as the doors opened, he heard Bellah’s blood curdling scream.

  Chapter Two

  God, she was such a coward! How difficult was it to invite Dalton out for a drink? One drink, and if that one drink led to two and then led to her bedroom, would that have been so bad? She’d be willing to risk her job and a broken heart just to have Dalton McCoy for one night of amazing sexual bliss. And she had no doubt that it would be amazing. Every time she was near him she felt a zing and her whole body lit up like an electric beacon crying take me now! She had to bring extra panties to work every day because he turned her on so freakin’ much.

  She was going to ask him out this weekend and damned if her insecurities didn’t take over again. She was so afraid he’d say no to her that she literally froze. Bellah sighed dejectedly. She was such a coward.

  The elevator opened with a silent swish and she headed for her car. But just as she reached the driver side, a hand covered her mouth as an arm slid around her waist. It took a brief second for her brain to comprehend what was happening and when she realized she had no idea who was touching her, she began to struggle. She smelled body odor so strong it made her gag, and had the brief impression the man behind her was tall, but everything else faded as her terrified mind struggled with the fact she was about to be hurt or worse and she fought even harder.

  Tears burst from her eyes as she frantically tried to remember what to do. She had to hurt him. Hurt him before he could hurt her. She needed to run. Hide. Get away! Her nails clawed at the hand over her mouth. He was dragging her away from her car, toward the stairway. Why wasn’t anyone seeing this on camera? Where were the security guards? One of the heels on her shoes snapped as she tried to find any traction to keep from being pulled into the stairs. The other high heel ground into his foot and the attacker gave a grunt so she did it again.

  Bellah yanked and pulled and then stuck her fingernail under his and pushed and it was enough for him to let go her mouth. Without a second thought she screamed, loud and long, and the sound only invigorated her to fight more.

  A second later, the man abruptly let go of her and she fell to the concrete ground just as a big body flashed by her and jumped on her attacker. She didn’t know who it was or what was happening but she crawled on her hands and knees, shaking, trying to find someplace to hide. Tears were still pouring down her cheeks and her teeth were chattering and she heard the vague noise of someone on the phone. And then hands were reaching for her and she was screaming again. No! No! Not again!

  “Bellah! It’s me, it’s Dalton! Please, sweetheart, open your eyes. Look at me.”

  The words slowly pierced her narrowed world and the blackness around her vision cleared as she blinked and saw Dalton crouching next to her. Tenderness blazed in his dark eyes as he held his hands out to her.

  “D-Dalton?” she asked, stuttering a little and when he nodded, she launched herself into his arms. She began crying anew. “Y-you came.”

  “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured. He ran a hand over her hair in a soothing gesture, holding and squeezing her tightly. “I’m so sorry. But I’ve got you now. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

  She tightened her arms around his neck. She didn’t want to be alone. All she’d do was remember and she was terrified he’d be there, although the rational part of her brain tried to tell her that would be impossible. She simply didn’t believe in impossible at the moment.

  “I don’t want to be alone.”

  “All right,” he said softly, soothingly. “I’ll take you home with me. I’ll take care of you, Bellah.”

  He picked her up, cradled her to his chest, and carried her away. She opened her eyes and looked over his shoulder and saw security men swarming around her attacker. He was big and mean looking, dirty, and he might have been drunk because he vomited all over himself and the ground in front of him. She shuddered and closed her eyes. All she wanted was to take a hot shower and scrub that man off her skin. She buried her head into Dalton’s neck, so happy he’d come to save her.

  Chapter Three

  Dalton helped her into his bathroom but she was so out of it that she didn’t even comprehend what it looked like. All she knew was that he sat her on the toilet and started to talk to her. She watched his mouth move but nothing computed in her brain. All she knew was that she needed to be under a hot shower to scrub that man off her skin.

  She heard the water kick on, felt the steam rising from the shower stall, and began unbuttoning her blouse. She didn’t care if Dalton saw her naked or not because right now there wasn’t a cell in her body that felt clean. All she could think about was soap.

  “Do you want me to step out, Bellah?” he asked.

  She blinked and looked at him and shook her head no.

  So he began to help her undress, without an ounce of sexual interest in his movements. He unhooked her bra and unzipped her skirt, helping her step out of it before holding her hand and leading her into the shower. The hot water immediately pelted down on her head as he closed the shower door.

  She grabbed the soap and began washing herself and once she started she couldn’t stop. There was a loofah sponge in the corner and she grabbed it, not even caring that it belonged to Dalton because in her mind Dalton was clean. She was the dirty one. She’d have to make sure and buy him a new one because she was a stain—one big, tainted, disgusting stain. She soaped up the sponge and began scrubbing. Thank god the monster hadn’t removed her clothes because she didn’t know how she would’ve dealt with that. She scrubbed her face, her hands, and her arms. She dug her nails into the bar of soap in an effort to cleanse away any cell of her attacker that remained. In fact, she might need some bleach.

  Tears poured out of her eyes as she scrubbed herself. She’d been so helpless and she didn’t like feeling like this. Her mind had shut down and she hadn’t known what to do. She had needed Dalton to save her but what if it happened again? What if she was attacked and this time there was no Dalton? She couldn’t rely on him. She couldn’t rely on anyone except herself.

  She didn’t know how long she sat in the shower, scrubbing furiously, until Dalton stepped into it with her and picked her up. She blinked, co
ming out of a dark place in her mind, and noticed he’d kept his boxer briefs on, although they were soaked from the hot spray of water.

  “Stop, Bellah,” he said gently. “Your skin is red. I don’t want you to rub yourself raw, sweetheart. Come on now, you’re clean.”

  “I don’t feel clean,” she whispered.

  He tilted her chin up. “You are, sweetheart. Please. I won’t let anyone ever hurt you again.”

  “You can’t promise that,” she said. “You may not be there next time. I want to learn defense. I want to go to a self-defense class.”

  “Okay. That’s a great idea. We’ll find someplace for you to go. Someplace good. Now, let’s get you out of here. The police want to talk to you. Can you handle that?”

  She nodded. He turned off the shower and stepped out before holding a big fluffy towel open. She stepped into it and he wrapped her up like a cocoon and kissed her gently on the forehead.

  “I’ve got some clothes here for you,” he said. “They’re mine, so they’re a little big, but they’ll have to do until tomorrow.”

  “You can throw my clothes away. I’m never going to wear them again. Are the police here?”

  “They’re on their way. I’m going to step out, give you some room to get dressed. Will you be okay?”

  She nodded. He smiled at her gently, scooped up her discarded clothes, and left her alone, with the towel still wrapped around her and his pile of clothes on the counter. She looked around and realized, for the first time, how big his bathroom actually was. Her apartment could almost fit inside it. It was decorated in tans and browns with tile and marble everywhere. An ivory claw foot bathtub was separate from the shower and a bidet rested near the toilet. She dried herself off and dressed in Dalton’s clothes, having to roll the cuffs and waist several times. She’d always fantasized about being in his condo, about being in his home, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen and she was angry that stranger took it away.