Personal Assistant

by Cara North

  Of course everything was clear. Frankie was high on adrenalin now. She took several deep breaths. She liked this job. She really did. She didn’t want to blow the paycheck or the opportunity by fucking her client.

  She turned and appreciated the stunned expression on his face. He blinked several times and then said, “Do you really think I need a new publicist?”

  “I don’t know.” Frankie tugged at the shoulder straps of the dress and let it slide down her body and over her hips. “I know that she has let some real crap hit the tabloids without any rebuttal.”

  Frankie stepped out of the shoes and then the dress. She was in her bra and panties, but the moment of sexual tension had passed for her, she was all business again. She walked to where the hanger was left in an upright trunk with a bar and several shelves. She never knew such luggage existed before this evening. She carefully hung the dress. She let her finger slide along the fabric with a sigh. The next things she removed were the earrings and ring. She had about swallowed her tongue when she’d finally gotten a look at herself in a mirror at the award show. She had to admit, Griffin’s team did good work.

  “You lied about my ankle,” he said as she turned to look at him. His expression was a combination of lust and exhaustion.

  “Did I lie about your work ethic?” She moved to pick up the shoes.

  The moment she bent over he said, “How am I supposed to concentrate with you in your underwear, Frankie?”

  She tossed his words back at him. “Well, Jonas, sometimes we’ll have to have professional conversations in various states of undress. Can you handle that?”

  He sighed loud and long. “I guess I have to. Unless.”

  She looked at him and he was biting his lip. She knew instantly he was up to no good. A slight thrill shot through her. Everything that had cooled from the phone call reignited with just a look. “Unless what?”

  “I don’t think I can get out of this tux without help,” he said innocently.

  “You got in that tux by yourself.” Frankie tried not to laugh as she pulled the pins out of her hair letting the sections fall.

  “Well my ankle is really…”

  “Don’t you dare!” Frankie could feel her eyes grow wide. He laughed and began walking away from her.

  “Follow me or feel bad for leaving me in pain after you tossed a heavy metal statue at my nuts.” He turned the corner and started for the stairs.

  Now her mouth hung just as wide as her eyes. Part of her wanted to strangle him, the other part of her wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him like there was no tomorrow. However, there was a tomorrow, so she needed to figure out what would keep any extra activities on her terms and not part of payroll. After all, she was his assistant not his hooker.

  Frankie looked at the phone. It was after midnight. She had to be in this very house at six in the morning to walk Ish. Resistance was futile. She had a plan. It was a plan that would take care of her boss and some of her own selfish needs.

  She looked at his back and realized he had taken off the jacket and the bowtie was on the bed. Frankie took a deep breath and said, “I thought you wanted help with that?”

  He turned a fraction to look at her. He faced the bed again and said, “I do. But, I don’t want you to come in here out of obligation. I started thinking about what you said on the phone. I do take my work seriously. I do need someone like you taking care of things for me. I don’t want you to do something you might regret in the morning. I don’t want to lose you.”

  “I suppose it’s a good thing it’s already morning…” Frankie whispered as she took cautious steps towards him. He wasn’t promising her anything other than her job. She knew she could mix business and pleasure. She had done it before out of boredom and base need. The real question was, could he?

  She slid her hands around his torso to unbutton the final buttons on his shirt. His hands worked quickly unfastening his belt, his button, the zipper. The sound of the metal teeth unhinging made her eager to move faster, but she refused. The crisp material reminded her of how expensive the suit was. Each smooth button seduced her fingers as she slid them free. After pulling the material from his shoulders she carefully folded it and placed it on the bed next to the bowtie. He pulled the form fitting t-shirt he still had on over his head, tossing it inconsequentially across the room towards the bathroom.

  Frankie traced the length of his spine from the nape of his neck to the waist of his pants. “Turn around.”

  As he turned, she knelt, her fingers taking his slacks with her. This close she could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the warmth of his flesh. She leaned closer. His cock was pressed firmly against his body in an upright position and everything she imagined it would be. He had length, girth, and she was going to enjoy this. Her nose pressed against the soft cotton covering his manhood and he groaned.

  Her fingers hooked the band of his briefs and slowly pulled them down until his cock sprang free, bobbing a nice hello. He whispered her name, but she was entirely uninterested in anything he had to say. She let go of the material and wrapped one hand around his shaft. He groaned. His feet moved up and down stepping out of the pants. He had already removed his shoes and socks before she got there. He was naked. Bared to her. Tall enough she had to stretch her back and neck to reach him comfortably. Her tongue swept out and licked, once, twice.

  He pulled at her shoulders until he practically lifted her up to stand on her feet. He was breathing heavy, his eyes lidded, lustful. “I don’t have anything to help you get more comfortable in that position, let’s get on the bed.”

  She looked at his hardness and nodded. He pulled her with him, tried to kiss her but she turned away at the last minute causing his lips to land on her cheek instead. She lifted her head and looked at his adorably confused face.

  “No kissing. I can’t kiss you and keep it separate. I’ll get lost. I want to do this, but I need to keep my emotions in check. Understand?”

  “Not really,” he said. She slipped her fingers around his shaft and pressed her lips to his collarbone. “But I can figure it out later.”

  She smiled against his flesh. Slowly she worked her way down his body. She tugged at each nipple with a gentle bite of teeth, licked his navel, moved past his shaft to tend to each of his hair roughened balls. His hands struggled to find her as she continued to slip away until at last, he finally settled them at his sides. Frankie licked up the length of his shaft, tracing a vein to the tip where a drop of fluid waited.

  The delight she found from the stretch of her jaws, the fullness of her mouth, the pressure at the back of her throat as she struggled to consume every inch she possibly could was something she was unaware she had been missing. It had been so long since she had done this. Years since she had seen a dick worthy of sucking. Little did he know she could have spent the rest of the morning between his legs, listening to his sighs, groans, and moans of pleasure as they escaped his delectable lips. He was getting close to coming. She could feel his balls tighten at the base of his shaft. She pulled off long enough to ask, “How do you want to finish?”

  “Inside you,” he breathed more than said.

  “How else would you like to finish?” Frankie licked across the top and let the tip of her tongue slide gently between the slit at the top of his cock.

  “What are my options?” He dropped his head back to the pillow with a strangled laugh.

  “Well,” she said, and then curled her tongue around the sensitive flesh under the well-defined ridge of the head a moment. “You can come in my mouth, or you can come on my chest. It’s up to you. You either want to see it or you don’t.”

  “I… just…ooh yeah…do that again…fuck, I don’t know. Let’s just see what you decide when the time comes.” He slid his hand along her cheek and she pressed his cock against the inside of her jaw. “Fuck.”

  Frankie was beyond thrilled to get these reactions from him. Her body hummed with desire, ached for release. She would handle that
later. Right now, she needed to taste him. Curiosity was getting the best of her. She gripped his shaft again, pulled up with a twist, pushed down as her mouth followed. She sucked hard, groaned with the effort to take everything he had to give. His hand found the nape of her neck and pulled her closer, as his hips thrust up, short, quick, restricted.

  He guided her. “Tongue press, oh yeah, fuck, like that, don’t stop, God, please don’t stop.”

  His grip tightened, her hair pulled, her jaws ached from the extra effort, her lips would be swollen, none of it mattered, all of it reminders of a time when she was thoroughly fucked and had fucked another thoroughly. Delighted, it was almost enough to set her over the edge of her own orgasm as he found his way to his. He let go of her head and let out a groan of pure delight as he began to spill into her. Unlike anything she had ever tasted, his sperm was not acidic or sour. If she had to describe it, the texture seemed fluffy, like cotton candy, melting smooth on her tongue just the same, almost tasteless. This ensured she would be willing to do this again. She loved to give head to a worthy man, a tasty cock. He seemed to be both. For now.

  Frankie swallowed the last drops of his orgasm, taking everything, leaving nothing. She pulled away from him and looked down at him. He was exhausted, a sheen of sweat across his chest and brow. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths.

  “Get some sleep,” Frankie said. She slid off the bed.

  “Where are you going?” he asked. He turned his head to look at her but she doubted by the way his legs still trembled he had any energy to stand.

  “To get some sleep.” She smiled at him. He went to say something and she cut him off. “I have to walk Ish shortly. I need to grab a shower, and I need to sleep. I kissed it and made it better, right? Now go to sleep or I won’t do it again.”

  “I thought I was the boss around here,” he mumbled.

  “You are. Just, not in the bedroom.” Frankie winked and appreciated the fact he thought she didn’t hear that last comment. He winced when she called him on it.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said around a yawn.

  “Good night, sir,” she said just to dig a little more.

  He pulled at his blankets and settled under a sheet.

  Frankie walked out of the room and closed the door. The moment he was no longer able to see her she leaned against the wall and fought back the panic attack threatening to collapse her. After several fortifying breaths she stood up and walked to her room across the hall.

  In the shower, Frankie thought about the first time she’d had sex with someone. Seventeen, both of them, her birthday the day before his, they snuck out and drove to a secluded point and fucked under the blanket of stars until they were stupid. It was her first real experience, though since her freshman year she had taken Shay’s advice and started watching porn. Frankie knew a lot about sex before having it. Her partner, DJ, was an eager learner, attentive, insatiable. It took until her senior year in high school for her body to bloom, for boys to notice her. Shay had already been with three guys by then. Shay had taught her how to kiss, they practiced on each other. Things got confusing between them but they turned it into a personal joke to ease the tension of the sexual relationship that almost happened.

  After one night when the line was ready to be crossed and they decided not to, Shay was determined to find Frankie a boyfriend, someone for her to play the game with rather than just practice. DJ was on the football team. A shy guy, he didn’t know what to do with aggressive girls. Once they fucked, it was all over. Everywhere, every day they could, stolen moments in public places, the back of a car, her bedroom, his, a closet, it didn’t matter. They graduated and went off to two different colleges. They stole away every chance they could. Trips home meant squeezing in every ounce of pleasure they could steal, hoping it would be enough. It never was. He got injured, his football career came to an abrupt halt, he joined the military, and the visits became fewer. No less intense. Then one day a letter arrived at her parent’s address letting her know he had met someone, but he would never forget her. She would never forget him. Everything and everyone between that day and this had been inadequate substitutes.

  Jonas had touched her and made her body ache in ways it hadn’t ached in years. It was as though she was being touched for the first time, ever. She had burned for DJ. Her blood boiled for Jonas. Maybe it was because she had fantasized about him for several lonely years. Maybe it was because she had been deprived. Her hand moved to the ache between her legs and flesh too sensitive to last long. She just needed the release, the endorphins, and the sleep that would follow if she did and that would elude her if she didn’t.

  Her head turned up to the spray of water, her fingers circled masterfully, extracting the pulse, the throb, the wave of orgasm rushing to ease the hunger that for too long had been starved. Frankie stifled a cry as the sensation hit her, hard, fast.

  She wrapped in a luxurious bath towel and collapsed on the large comfortable bed.

  She awoke to a sloppy tongue and wet nose licking the bottom of the foot hanging off the bed. She had meant to situate herself, but the sleep had taken her. She giggled because it tickled. Her eyes popped open and reality crashed in. Pulling her foot away from Ish she groaned as she sat up in the bed. “How did you get in here?”

  A horrified thought struck her and she looked for the phone. It was nowhere around her. She had left it in his room. “Shit, shit, shit.”

  Frankie didn’t bother to dress; she headed straight across the hall into the empty bedroom and picked up the lost item. She cursed again as she noticed the time. Wrapped in nothing but the towel she headed downstairs where her clothes were. She heard unfamiliar voices and turned around to head back up the stairs. She sat looking at Ish, who in turn looked at her with his head tilted to one side, tongue hanging out, tail wagging, probably wondering what game they were playing. She took a deep breath and dialed the one contact she dreaded calling under these circumstances.

  “I’m awake,” Frankie said as she pulled the towel tighter.

  His laughter was entirely at her expense. He told her to go two doors down and grab something from the closet. His sister had lived there until she married and some of her things were still hanging in the closets.

  She traveled along the hallway with Ish on her heels. He was following her everywhere, likely, still waiting for his walk. She opened the door to a room that could easily belong to a young woman. Jonas didn’t do a lot of redecorating from what she could tell.

  “When should I come downstairs and take Ish for his walk? Can I sneak out the back or something? I don’t want to ruin your reputation.”

  He thought that was funny too. After assuring her she could come down at her leisure the guests were on their way out, she hung up the phone.

  She sifted through the clothes and worried about the size of some and the price of others. Finally, she found a sundress, something she could afford to replace if it came to that. She went back to her room, put on her bra as she needed the support to look decent. Her panties were ruined. She would have to go commando until she could get home. Her hair was a disaster. She didn’t like to go to sleep with wet hair. Not a ponytail holder to be found. She located a pencil in the nightstand drawer and pulled her hair into a hasty bun secured by the stick.

  Frankie knew it shouldn’t feel like the walk of shame, but Ish whined and she could not help feel guilty for letting her sexual escapade get in the way of her work.

  At the foot of the stairs she could smell breakfast. Coffee, bacon, she eagerly moved forward. Ish left her side and ran ahead of her.

  “Traitor,” she called after him.

  Jonas looked entirely too happy, too relaxed, too sexy in his jeans hanging low on his hips. The name on his underwear was visible. She tried not to look at it. “I am so sorry…”

  He cut her off with, “Breakfast first, apologies later. We’ve got a lot of work to do today. They have arrived.”

  He practically buzzed electric with exciteme
nt.

  “The scripts?”

  “Yes.” He bit his lip. “The scripts.”

  Frankie looked at the box on the floor and started to bend over, thought better of it, thought about squatting, worried about that view too.

  “Are you stretching or something? You keep moving one way then the next looking in that box.” He chuckled.

  “If you must know, I’m not wearing underwear.” She put her hands on her hips and stared at him.

  “I must always know when you are not wearing underwear. Make a note of it.” He winked.

  Chapter Five

  After breakfast he let her go home and gather some things. She would be his for the rest of the weekend. She insisted on taking Ish with her and walking him. He didn’t bother to tell her he had already taken Ish for a run around the neighborhood. Maybe the hyper puppy would be more obedient this time.

  In her absence he tried to concentrate. Impossible since every thought led him to last night. She had completely rocked his world. Instead of waking with less desire for her, he awoke with a raging hard on to the sound of the alarm on her phone. He knew his appetite for the pleasures of the flesh could be a bit much for most women. All women if he were honest with himself. He tried to work it off by working out.

  He was in the weight room when they returned. Ish led her right to him. He was suddenly aware of how much he was sweating. He had to look a mess. He looked briefly at his reflection and tried to run a hand through his hair. What a woman he had become. Worried about such trivial matters, but his looks were part of what got him work. It seemed to be the only thing his fans cared about. He frowned as she entered the doorway wondering for a brief moment if that was the only reason she had done what she did last night.

  Frankie stepped into the doorway looking every bit a mess as he now suspected she would after running with Ish. She was at least prepared this time. She was in running shoes, shorts, and a tank top revealing the color of the sports bra beneath. He wasn’t certain if she gasped for air because she had chased Ish to the weight room or if she gasped at, dare he think it, the sight of him.