“You’re really doing all that?”
“Yes. I was going to surprise you with it.”
“Well, I’m surprised.”
He parked the car and leaned across to kiss her. “I missed you, Jenny.”
“Even if I am a nobody from the wrong end of town?”
“I’m not the type to sit back and squander what my father made. I’m actively building on what he started, making my own way, even if I do have a very big head start on most people. I don’t want an airhead who’s only interest is spending my money. I want you, Jenny. You’re strong, independent, and you’re not afraid of hard work. If you’re interested, I’ll hire you to work at the new community center.”
“That’s a step up from barely paid community activist.”
“You’ll be perfect for the job. I love you. I meant that the first time I said it. I want you to be a part of my life. I want you to help me do some good in this world. I’d ask you to marry me if I was more sure of your answer.”
She laughed. “You’re proposing? Here? In your car, in your garage?”
“It’s a nice car,” he said.
She kissed him back. “Maybe you could try to talk me into it.”
They climbed out of the car and he led her through the house, which was as big as her high school, and up a grand set of stairs.
“I heard you were thinking of moving.”
“I am actually. This house is too much for me really.”
“It is beautiful but I’d get a workout just getting from the garage to the kitchen!”
Ethan opened a door and revealed his bedroom. Compared to the rest of the house, which was finely furnished, the bedroom was sparse and simple.
“I like this,” I said. “This looks like it suits you.”
He closed the door and leaned back against it watching her take in the details of the room and taking in the details of her. He’d missed her in every way, even if it had only been a few days. True he missed the conversation and the time together outside of the bedroom, but right now having her here, in his room, his space, was bringing up very tingly sexual feelings.
He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.
She tensed at his touch at first, arching back against him, then she gave in to his embrace, relaxed her body and sighed.
Content was not what he wanted. He bit down on the tendon in her neck, slow and gentle but firm enough, hard enough, that she gasped sharply and trembled in his arms. He released her and kissed his way up her neck as his hands began an exploration of her. One hand went up, cupping her breast through too much fabric. The other hand went down, over the flat of her stomach, hovered at the waist of her jeans, then down until he could press his hand hard between her legs.
She tipped her head back against him and groaned.
He walked them towards the bed. As they got closer she stumbled and put her hands out to catch herself. She wound up with her hands on the bed and her ass pressed against him. He put both hands on her hips and grinned.
“Very tempting,” he said. He didn’t move, and neither did she. When he pressed up against her she ground back against him. He’d taken her from behind before, and she had enjoyed it, but it wasn’t what he wanted today. Still, it was fun to play.
He unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down over her ass, caressing the skin on either side of her lacy panties. “Did you wear these just for me?”
She squirmed but said nothing and he took that as a yes.
“Were you going to try to talk me into forgiving you?”
Now she tried to pull away but he held her firm and even pressed his rigid cock harder against her ass.
He bent over her and said, “I’ve already forgiven you but I think you should talk me into it anyway.”
“Weren’t you supposed to be talking me into marrying you?”
“Why can’t we do both?”
She twisted out of his grasp and he let her go. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her pants half down. “Well then, come here.”
As he stepped closer she reached for the front of his jeans and undid them. He groaned softly as some of the pressure on his cock eased. She slipped his rigid cock through the folds of fabric at the front of his boxers and tugged on it, forcing him to step even closer.
She ran her tongue over the tip and he groaned again, louder this time. Smiling she swirled her tongue around the tip a few times before slowly taking him into her mouth. She took her time working him over, sucking and licking while he groaned and fisted his hands in her hair. She liked the way it felt when he did that, he never pushed any deeper than she was willing to go, but it still gave her sexy shivers when he made these controlling motions.
He pulled away suddenly, breathing hard, and she thought for a moment he was going to collapse on the floor in front of her. He took a deep breath and held it, then let it out with a shudder. “Sorry. I thought I was going to cum.”
“Wouldn’t have been the first time,” she said, smirking.
“I still have some talking into to do,” he said. “I don’t want you slipping through my fingers again.” He reached out and caressed her cheek, then bent in close and kissed her.
He’d intended to be tender, to give himself another moment to calm down, but it was hard to keep things sweet and romantic when someone was nibbling your lower lip. He pushed her back onto the bed and soon they were a tangle of arms, legs, and pants. They broke apart, breathing hard, and kicked off their pants, coming together again in a rush.
Her shirt flew off easily, his was one stubborn button after the next. She was swearing after the third one and he laughed.
“I could just rip it,” she growled.
“Please don’t. It’s an expensive shirt.”
She swore again and then button four popped free and she moved on. The fancy, expensive, dress shirt hit the floor. Nothing got ripped but her aggressive side had been fired up and she pushed him back, straddling him.
“Aren’t I supposed to be talking you into marrying me?” he said.
She bared her teeth at him in a feral smile and pushed herself down onto his waiting cock. He grabbed for her hips and bit his bottom lip as she ground against him. She rode him hard and he stretched out to enjoy the feeling, and the view. He’d had demanding women and pampered women and submissive women, but never a truly dominant woman. She was raw and beautiful and sexy and mouth-watering. And, as her eyes opened wide and her mouth opened in a silent ‘o’ of pleasure, she was coming.
She inhaled sharply as the first wave of her orgasm subsided but as the second took her she shouted, wordless, meaningless gutteral sounds of pleasure.
She collapsed against his chest in a sweaty heap. “Oh, I’ve missed you,” she sighed.
“I missed you too,” he said, “But I’m not done with you yet.” He rolled her on her back and spread her legs wide. He rubbed his fingers over her tender clit and it sent little jolts of electricity through her body, making her tremble. He smiled and slipped back inside her.
He moved smoothly and evenly, watching her face relax and her eyelids droop. He smiled and ran his hands over her breasts as he moved in her. When she smiled he took her by the hips and thrust more solidly until pressure and pleasure began to build deep inside of him.
She moaned softly and stretched her hands over her head. She was beautiful and the sight of her sent him tumbling over the edge.
He collapsed beside her and she snuggled up against him.
“Did you want to shower off?” he said, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head.
“Oh, that would feel lovely.”
They rolled out of bed and he led her to a spacious en suite bathroom. They stepped under the hot spray of water and she sighed. He lathered a scrubber. “Turn around, I’ll wash your back.”
“Oh, I could get used to this,” she purred, rolling her shoulders.
He scrubbed her back and let his hands wander over her shoulders and sto
mach and breasts. “So could I.”
“Ask me now,” she said, pressing her body back against his.
Wet skin slid pleasantly against wet skin and he wrapped his arms around her. “Marry me.”
“Yes.”
ASSISTANT WANTED
Chapter 1
Cedric Fontana was grumpy. He had all these beautiful women who worked for him and not a single one of them was actually a competent assistant. They constantly shredded the wrong files and paperwork, were misplacing memos, and couldn’t keep the information straight when they passed messages to the IT guys in the basement.
But they had nice breasts and long legs. He smiled for a moment picturing having their legs wrapped around his head while he ate lunch. No, he wouldn’t get rid of them.
Needing just one good assistant who could handle the things his office needed, he was trying to find someone who fit the bill that wasn’t horrible to look at.
He ran a virtual IT business that he’d built from the ground up. He owned a three story building that he’d bought outright after three years of working from his dorm room in college, doing all the hard work himself.
He thought of himself as a modern Hugh Hefner except a computer geek version, and instead of a playboy mansion, he had beautiful, slutty girls all over his office who wore skimpy outfits for his amusement, and the bigger their rack the more he paid them.
He wasn’t a billionaire, but he had enough money he’d never starve and could afford to have half-naked women around his office all day and “pay” them to handle the phones and route phone calls to the needed techs in the basement. Of course, during quiet hours, they spent time drinking jello shots and playing naked twister, but he considered that a normal work day.
He had created a work environment that made him want to come to work every day. Mixing sex with business was the ideal way to keep a man happy. Or so he’d convinced himself.
He only had one female staff member who worked downstairs in the IT department, and she was cute and geeky, but she had no desire to play in the fun and games that went on upstairs. She made a point to never stay on the phone with the girls when they transferred phone calls around. He paid his staff well, and so they ignored what went on upstairs.
These days Cedric dealt more with investors, business meetings, and getting big businesses and clients who wanted a virtual IT available around the clock. He had three shifts of techs and at least two women manning the phones at all times of the day. During the daytime, there was an average of about twelve to thirteen women handling the phones.
He was in his office a good twelve hours a day, and while he enjoyed flirting with his employees and even enjoyed the occasional sex on the desk in the middle of the day and parties he threw for his employees once a month, he needed someone who could actually do the job as a secretary and personal assistant who was more than a pair of tits.
He had to “fire” the last girl he’d tried to hire for the personal assistant position, when she’d filed her Victoria Secret bra under V and cost him an important client because he couldn’t find the file and she didn’t know where she’d put it, that’s when it really sunk in that he needed capable employees, not just trophy office workers.
Cedric had decided he’d hire a personal assistant who was intelligent, beautiful to look at, and could handle the job. But he really needed to focus on the capable aspect this time and not just the bouncy boobies.
He had interviewed many people on the list, including a gay man and hadn’t found anyone who was suitable. Every single gorgeous woman he’d interviewed was as ditzy as the one he’d fired, or if they weren’t living up to the stereotypical blond jokes, they were offended by the work environment and chose not to take the job.
The latest application that came in caught his attention though. He recognized the name.
It was his step-sister’s name. His mother had married her dad when he’d been a late teenager, he’d tortured her before going off to college, finding her braces and freckles and knobby knees something worth teasing her about. He’d made her cry a lot and he’d never apologized to her.
His mother had died when he’d been in college and he hadn’t stayed in touch with his step-dad or step-sister, not wanting anything to do with his step dad. He’d blamed him for not getting his mother into a doctor faster.
His mother had died of breast cancer that if it had been caught earlier could have been prevented. He still felt angry about that, he hadn’t even had a chance to say goodbye to his mom, and his step dad had made it clear he wasn’t welcome at the funeral after the ‘horrible way you treated my daughter growing up.’
It stung less, after a few years, but he still missed his mom every day. He knew his mom had grown close to Sadie, and even thought of her as the daughter she’d never had, his mother used to lecture him constantly about spending time with Sadie and getting to know her better.
Cedric hadn’t wanted to at the time, feeling she was a silly girl who would get in the way and had no business hanging out with teenage boys. Maybe this was karma, or fate, but the girl was applying for the job and she had the qualifications. He wondered if she’d grown up into the promising young woman he thought she would end up becoming. He’d been eight years older than her, which meant she was fresh out of college at twenty-two.
Cedric wondered if she even knew it was him, since his mother had taken her and her father’s last name when she’d married him, leaving Cedric the only family member with a different last name.
Dialing the number on the resume he left a voice mail saying she had an interview for the job position on Monday morning at ten if she showed up.
Satisfied with himself and the fun he’d have pestering her, he tossed her file on his desk and forgot all about her. It was Friday night and he intended to take a gaggle of the blonds with push up bras from the office out on the town tonight dancing and then back to his house to play strip poker. With alcohol involved. Lots of alcohol.
“Girls, are you ready?” He grinned as he walked outside into the main office building and put his arm around two of them who’d already grabbed their purses and were ready to go.
“Your chariot awaits!” Cedric told them. They giggled and the blond on his right ran her hands up and down his chest and then grabbed his crotch boldly squeezing him.
Leaning up to reach his ear as they waited for the elevator she whispered in his ear a simple message.
“You, me, alone tonight and I promise I’ll rock your world. I have no gag reflex.” Batting her eye lashes at him she stepped back and let that sink in.
Cedric pinched her ass and smiled at her. “I look forward to testing that theory out.”
Giggling they climbed into the elevator together. He reached his hand under her skirt and grabbed her entire ass cheek with one of his hands as the doors shut.
Chapter 2
Feeling nervous about her job interview today, Sadie Rivest tucked a stray brown hair behind her ear that had come out of her bun. She’d dressed in a pencil skirt and a white blouse with heels. She had on a girdle to shape her figure and suck in some of the extra weight she’d put on while she’d been trapped in the library during college. She was short and her curves weren’t subtle.
She knew this was her step-brother’s company and wondered if he’d remember her. She needed this job, her father was sick and she needed to pay for medical bills that he no longer could work to pay. His insurance only covered about eighty percent of his medical costs, leaving him with thousands left over that he was responsible for. His smoking had finally caught up to him and he’d developed lung cancer. They’d caught it early, and she hoped they’d cure it. She wasn’t ready to lose her dad, especially after she’d already lost the only mom she could remember to cancer too. She still missed her every day.
She didn’t however miss her step brother, and had been quite relieved when after two years of living with him he’d finally gone off to college. Not that he’d even been home that much, a sixteen-year-old
boy pretty much ignored an eight-year-old girl, so she’d never had the chance to get close to him.
Sadie walked into the office and hit the elevator to the top floor where it said his office was.
When the door opened she stepped out into the building and saw the hottest women she’d ever seen in her life, and they all looked like they walked off the cover of vogue, only with slightly less clothes on. The flirting, giggles, and thrown items around the room startled her. It was the most unprofessional setting she’d ever seen in her life.
Wondering if she was in the right building for a moment, Sadie just stared at them stupidly when one of them finally noticed her and waved her over.
“Are you the morning interview? Mr. Fontana is waiting for you in his office if you are.” The girl said and pointed to a large glass window that was way down the hall with the blinds shut.
“Thank you.” Sadie told her, her resumes and packet of information she’d filled out under her arm. She had gotten the information from his website for new employees that she’d preemptively printed out and signed in case he hired her. She wanted to be on top of it.
Nodding, the girl waved her off and then when she thought Sadie was out of earshot, the girl laughed and made a comment about Sadie’s weight that she just barely overheard.
What a bitch, Sadie thought to herself. Skanky Barbie doll.
She wondered if he’d hired her if he only hired women who wore a size two. She knew she was pretty in her own way, but she wasn’t a leggy blond with tits so large they looked like they could poke an eye out. She was a small busted woman who barely stood above five foot one. She had curves, but they were all in her ass and her hips. She was sort of pear shaped.
Hesitating if this was even a good idea, she reminded herself of her father’s debt and walked with her head held high and knocked on the door of the office.
“Just a moment.” Cedric called from behind the door.
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