by Darcy Kent
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Billionaire Boss’s Virgin Secretary
Chapter One
Olivia
I
can’t believe that I’m at the office this late. I gaze as Mr. White’s mouth curves while he speaks. He’s so damn hot. Every woman here wants a taste of him. I overheard them at lunch talking about him, as they have done every day I’ve worked here. It’s as if they have no other work, but to talk about him. Even — especially — when he’s not in the office. They never invite me to sit with them. Why should they? I’m only a temp who was hired to work for one month, but it’s coming to an end as his real secretary, Joanne is coming back to work early.
“Will that be all, Mr. White?”
He’s distracted as he looks at his phone. He turns pale white as he shouts out, “Fuck!”
I’m taken aback by his abruptness at the best of times. I’m not a stranger to cursing. My dad used to do it all the time; getting away from him is the reason that I’m in the city.
“Sorry Olivia, it’s just that I’ve got a party to go to and I don’t want to fucking go. I forgot all about it, and the reminder just came up on my phone.”
I sigh, “Well, if that’s all Mr. White, then I’m going home now. Don’t forget that this is my last day and Joanne will be back on Monday.”
Home. It feels like a joke saying it out loud, but it’s where I lay my head each night. Or try to at the best of times, but with the coming and goings of the other girls in the room, sometimes it’s a bit difficult.
“Oh?”
He raises an eyebrow, and even with his upset expression, he’s still as sexy as hell.
“Yeah, remember she had minor surgery on her ankle, the doctors said that she should take a month off work. She’s been resting it at home, but I think she’s bored and desperate to get back. She’s coming back earlier than originally planned, this is why it's my last day.”
He nods, “I see. Do you have anything lined up for when you leave here?”
I hate to admit it.
“No.”
I don’t even know what I’m going to do. I’m nineteen with no experience, and as the agency politely put it, ‘You were lucky to get this job.’
I stand up and I’m trying not to think about it. I’m staying in a seedy room that I share with three other girls. We all have the same fate; we’re on the run from something. None of us talk about it, but it’s the only reason we share a room. It’s not a luxury — it’s the only option for those of us in our situation to have anywhere to sleep. None of us talk to each other, we're not friends. Maybe the odd hello or something like that, but there's no conversation about our past, let alone what we're doing every night. I have a feeling that a couple of them work the street, that’s their business and as long as we don’t interfere in each other’s lives then it suits me fine. For now.
“Okay, so how about tonight?”
“Excuse me, Mr. White,” I say, thinking that he has the wrong idea about me. I may be blonde, have ample size breasts and a matching sized butt, but that doesn’t make me a piece of ass that he can play with for the night.
“I think that it’s not a good idea.” I smile thinking that I wish I wasn’t so honest at times. Because, after all, I have nothing to do tonight. There’s no way that I’ll get a job on Monday morning, and I need the money.
I don’t even want to think about what’s going to happen next. He stands up, and has a presence like no one I’ve ever known before. The type that’s not to be messed with and the one thing I want to do is rub him the wrong way. I have no prospects, and if I play my cards right then this dark-haired, matching eyes and olive skinned hunk may be able to refer me to another department, or company or something.
Shoot. I should have listened to what he had in mind, before telling him no.
“This is the problem, Olivia. My ex is holding a party,” he sits down on the edge of his desk and looks me directly in the eye, “I think that she thinks we’ll get back together. I see her as my ex. She sees us on break. Do you understand?”
I wince. “Sort of, but if you don’t want to be with her why don’t you just tell her?”
He crosses his strong arms, but his legs are wide open. I try and imagine if he’s as big as they say he is. The girls. The ones that love to gossip and never invite me.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
I slant my head to the side. “No.”
“Partner?”
“No.”
“Had a long relationship?”
“I’m only nineteen.”
How old does he think I am?
“Ah, so young,” then he smirks, “if she saw me with someone then she’ll probably move on. Most likely... I’ve told her so fucking many times that it’s not working. We weren’t even dating. We were…” He nods his head as if he’s trying to convince himself, “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. If you come and she thinks that I’m with someone else, then it’ll be a relief.”
He sighs as he gets up. I’m sitting and staring at him. I’ve never been around a man like him before. The guys in the office are cocky, slightly arrogant, but there’s something about Mr. White — as soon as he walks into the room he commands everyone’s attention. Then again, he is the boss. He’s supposed to have that effect on everyone.
“Sorry, I just got the wrong idea. I thought that you had something else in mind.”
His eyes just stare at me. He says nothing, and it should make me feel uncomfortable, but it has the complete opposite effect. I feel as if he’s trying to get me to please him and that’s exactly what I intend to do right now.
“Can I just go home and change?”
Into what I have no idea. He may not have noticed because he was out on a business trip for most of the two weeks that I’ve been working here. He just sent me the odd email about my duties. Joanne spent more time checking everything I do. I can tell that she’s bored at home, or she’s too dedicated to her job? Even when she’s on sick leave, she wants to be in control of what happens in the office.
He turns around and says, “No need. Grab your stuff, and we can get something on the way.”
I’m so relieved when he says that, because apart from the suit that I’m wearing and the shirts that I rotate through every three days, I don’t have anything to wear to a party. Well, not his type of party anyway. I bet they’ll be people like him there.
Rich. Sophisticated. And most likely they'll have so many educational certificates that they could decorate a wall with them.
“Sure. Right away.”
I stand up to leave and quicker than my heels can get me to the door when he blurts out, “Olivia.”
No, he’s changed his mind.
“Thanks.”
My heart skips a beat when he called me right now. Mr. White’s so out of my league, but I’m flattered that he would consider going out with someone like me.
Even if it’s not real.
Even if it’s only for one night.
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BONUS NOVELLA
A Night With The Babysitter
Chapter One
Tonight, is the night. I’ve waited five long agonizing months. Sitting here in this meeting, listening to my boss, Roger, talk about acquisitions and stock portfolios bores me. All I can think about is my hot babysitter at home.
She’s been watching Micah for five months. I’m
a single father—ex-wife and I divorced over a year ago, and she’s traveling Europe with her new boyfriend, leaving Micah with me. I don’t mind. I’d rather have him under my roof than hers any day of the week.
So, when I work late, I needed a babysitter. I found one. Tessa. She’s young, nineteen. And gorgeous.
Long brown wavy hair, flowing to the small of her back, with enough volume to want to run my fingers through it. And her body is tight as fuck, with soft, delectable curves.
The first time she showed up at my door, my jaw dropped. I had to pick it up off the floor and allow her inside.
She’s great with Micah, though. He’s four, and they play all day while I work.
I’m twenty-eight, and honestly, I’d love some time off to play as well. That'll never happen. When your company is buying another company out, well, all dreams of fun and sunshine die in the corporate office I find myself imprisoned in.
Not tonight. Tonight, I plan on finally making a move on Tessa. I’ve seen the way she looks at me. Seen the desire clouding her big, brown doe-eyes. So, as I sit here listening to Roger drone on, my mind is elsewhere.
Right on the piece of ass waiting for me at home. God, what I wouldn’t give to sink my cock as far inside her as I can go.
My dick throbs with thoughts of her, and I pretend to listen to Roger as he walks around the room.
Don’t get me wrong, I could always fuck one of the girls from the office. It’s not like I’m hard up. Helen from accounting would love to hop on my cock and take a spin. I’m sure Jasmine from HR would too. I bet I could get them to play in some menage action if I wanted. But, I don’t. No, I’m obsessing about my babysitter.
She’s intelligent for someone her age, and I actually enjoy talking to her. Soft, plump lips, and she really gets me going when she speaks.
And, Micah adores her.
But, I’m not thinking about anything long-term, am I? No, I just want one night. One night to fuck the hell out of her. My dick hasn’t seen action since my divorce. It’s been a long time. A really long time.
My cock pulses underneath my suit pants, and I glance at my watch. Fuck, how much longer can Roger listen to himself speak? He’s been at this for hours. Let us go, man.
“What do you think, Beckett?”
I glimpse up, interrupted by my naughty thoughts of Tessa. “I agree.” I hope that's the right answer. Roger smiles, and I lean back into my office chair. Phew.
The outside city lights buzz with excitement, and I wish I could be out there, living in the moment, racing through town with a drink in one hand, and a hot babe in the other. But, those days for me are long gone now. After my failed marriage, I don’t get to entertain as much as I once did.
Hell, back in my early twenties, I was a party animal. With this new job, and father responsibilities, I sit home most nights, doing reports for Roger and watching SpongeBob Squarepants.
Hey, it’s not what I always imagined my life would be, but I am happy.
Very happy.
Micah is everything to me. And, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my son. But, a man has needs. And right now, I have a bunch. They all center around Tessa.
Maybe she is too young, and I should take one of the girls from the office home. I just can’t bring myself to do it.
I want Tessa.
Her tight body and bright mind are what I want to surround myself with. I just need to get laid, dammit.
Chapter Two
It’s late by the time Roger lets us out of the meeting. The air outside is crisp and cool on my skin. I rush home in a flurry of want and desire. My skin laced with anticipation of what to expect when I get there.
I’ve laid the groundwork, I’ve set all the stones in place. I’ve read her signs and signals. She wants this; I’m sure of it.
Like last week, when I came home with her favorite ice cream, and we watched a movie on my large, sectional sofa. Her feet got cold. She placed them in my lap, and I rubbed them. It wasn’t anything weird, so don’t look at me crazily. But, it was sweet.
She enjoyed it, judging by the little mewls coming out of her mouth. Like a sexy little kitten.
Standing on the doorstep to my condo, Tessa on the other side, I harden with thoughts of her.
I place my key into the lock, turning quietly, hoping not to wake Micah. Oftentimes, I come home and Micah and Tessa will be snuggled on the couch, watching a movie. Tonight, I hope that’s not the case.
I kind of hope she’s naked, waiting for me. Yeah, in my dreams.
I slip inside, the heat of the air warming my skin. The lights are low, and I sidestep a Tonka toy truck in the center of the foyer.
Sleeping on the couch is Tessa. She stirs slightly as I draw near.
“Are you awake?” My excitement falters a bit as I see her cuddled on the couch.
“No, I’m awake. Just resting my eyes,” she coos.
“Sorry I’m home so late.”
I move toward her. Ready to take action.
I’ll take what I want. I’ll make her mine. And tomorrow, when the sun rises, it’ll all be over.
“It’s okay. What time is it?”
“Late. You can stay here tonight. That way you don’t have to drive.”
She smiles a soft smile, and my heart speeds up.
I’m fucking nervous, but I yank at my tie, removing it from my neck. I toss it against the armchair. “Coffee?”
“Sure.” She sits up, running her fingers through her hair, smoothing it down to the tips. The light from the moon casts a soft glow around the room, giving her an ethereal presence. She looks like an angel.
I walk into the kitchen, flicking on the overhead, soft fluorescent light. Pouring water into the coffee maker, I concentrate solely on the task at hand. I feel like a fucking teenager, all nervous and shit.
But, that all stops when she steps foot across the tile entryway.
“Hey,” she says, hopping up onto the granite countertop. Her white skirt rides up her thighs, and I catch myself staring at her silky long legs.
She crosses her ankles, palms flat on the counter, and leans forward. “Smells good.” She inhales deeply as the coffee percolates.
I pull two mugs down and ask her about Micah. She lets me know they had a great day, and he went to bed with no problems. For that, I’m glad.
I unbutton one button as I wait for the coffee to finish. I crack my neck to the side, rubbing my hand along the tight muscles.
“Are you tense?” she asks.
Fuck. She has no clue. “Yeah, a little.”
“Come here.” She holds her hands out, and I back up against her and wait for her hands to touch my shoulders. She kneads my tired muscles, and it feels so nice having her hands on me. I let out a throaty groan, and she digs in deeper.
Fuck, this girl’s hands will be my undoing.
My cock pushes against the zipper of my dress slacks, and I roll my neck to the side, reaching around to caress the back of her calfs.
Like an unanswered prayer, she wraps her legs around me, and I run my fingers over her milky white legs.
I turn around and bring my lips to suck on hers. Her plump bottom ledge tastes sweet against my ravenous mouth. She’s white heat with bursts of sparks and light. Pressing my body against the counter, she leans into my touch. With one hand on the underside of her thigh, making my way to better lands, and the other wrapped around a few strands of her long tresses, I pull her hair.
She moves with me, and I lie her down on the granite. She’s hot as fuck.
Both my hands rise up her skirt, running up her thighs to her sweet spot. I’m met with lacy, purple panties and my teeth grind together.
“Did you wear these for me?” I ask.
She smiles and bats her long lashes. “Yeah.”
“Ever been licked by a man, little girl?”
She shakes her head no, and I nearly lose it.
I run my finger along the panel of her panties. Wet. I push them aside and feel al
ong her slippery skin. In one quick movement, I lift her legs over my shoulders and dig in, sucking her panties into my mouth and digging my nose into her clit. I lower her for a second, to rip the panties from her body, and get back to work.
She’s sweet. Her scent and taste something so pure, it kicks my desire up a notch, lengthening my dick tenfold.
I swear I grow two sizes bigger as soon as my tongue comes into contact with her pussy. Her thighs grip my face. Her fingers tug at my thick, dark hair.
I lap at her, driven by lust. Driven by desire for my babysitter.
She enraptures me, and I want more.
I need her.
Chapter three
I don’t stop. I lick, suck, nibble on her soft flesh. Her cries and moans excite me more and more. “Ever been fingered by a man before?”
She eyes me. A soft blush creeps up her skin. “No,” she whispers.
I growl.
I enter the tip of my middle finger, and she is so tight. I push deeper, plunging it further inside as her walls grip it.
“Your little pussy is clenched tight. Relax.” I kiss her thigh.
She eases her legs apart, and I push harder into her. God, her pussy gleams with her virgin juices, and I groan as I slip another finger inside her.
She bucks, and I clamp one hand over her hip, trying to steady her in place. My face gets lost between her legs, and I suck her clit between my teeth, lightly nibbling her pleasure spot. She moans and twists, and my cock is painful with its need for her.
Being inside her will be the highlight of my life. The fuck of all fucks. I can already tell just by the way her tight cunt holds onto my finger like it’s in a vice grip.
Ah, I can barely hold on. I need to fuck her. Now.
I suck and roll my tongue through her soft folds, wishing the whole time it could be my cock. She clutches my hair tighter, yanking me closer to her center, and moans my name. “Oh, Beckett.”