by Arlo Arrow
She called out with her head on the side of my desk. I wanted to set her body on fire, and once she came, I was going to make her do it all over again. I wasn’t showing any mercy as I took her deeper each time.
“Your pussy’s so fucking tight!”
I rammed into her even harder and the air filled with sex. She screamed so loud, and I knew that her climax had taken hold of her as her body arched on my desk. My iMac fell to the ground, and I laughed as a mini earthquake took place on my desk. Jasmine’s pussy muscles clenched on to my cock and I knew that I couldn’t hold on to my climax any longer. She let out a sharp cry as I let it take all of me.
I knew it had sent her intense pleasure as I took her so fucking deep. I vibrated through her with every thrust, and her arms stretched out as she held on to the desk for balance. My breathing became sharp and fast as I started making animal sounds as I felt as if I was coming apart at the seams.
I let go of her ass, no longer able to hold it as my sperm spilled inside of her. Fuck! It felt as if the whole office turned black and I’d lost total control of my body. It was as if I was a lion trapped in a cage and I had the chance to fucking escape. Every desire, frustration that I’d been feeling was relieved came out in that come. There was no holding back. I never felt like that before and I knew that I was in fucking trouble. She came again; I didn’t even think that it was possible after my cock became limp and she continued to rock on top of my desk. I slammed into her, either way not wanting it to be over. I knew it was for me, but that didn’t mean that she had to feel that way.
We were panting uncontrollably as I released her legs and left her on the desk still trying to recover.
I needed a fucking drink!
She moved to the side of the desk, like a woman that was trying to get a sense of everything as if she was a blind woman and needed to feel her way around everything because she couldn’t see. I was just about to shout out careful as I could see that she was a little too close to the edge of the desk.
“Shit!”
She cried out as she dropped from my desk to the floor. I pulled up my pants, and like a gentleman I want to her aid, I seemed to have a habit of rescuing Jasmine. I wondered if that was the reason that I lost my senses. I always cover up when I fuck. All the fucking time, that was my golden rule. I'd broken it with her. Maybe because she was my assistant and she was so fucking hot? Or maybe just because she was hot? Either way, this had to be a first and last time with her. I couldn’t turn this into a dirty habit. She was fucking addictive like a damn drug, and I just didn’t seem to be able to get enough of her.
“You Okay?”
I asked as I held her in my arms. She was shivering like a leaf on a cold winters day, just blowing in the wind.
“Jasmine?”
She looked up at me, and all I wanted to do was protect her. She didn’t have lust written on her face as she’d done earlier. Now, she wanted the comfort of knowing that she wasn’t just a one night fuck and I wasn’t going to dismiss her as I’d done once before.
Something inside of me turned as I said, “Come on, get dressed and let’s get out of here.”
She smiled, and I knew that I wasn’t going to let her go home tonight. I was going to take her home and feed her. Then after I’d finished feeding her with food, I’d fill her up with my cock once again.
Chapter 8
Gabe
I got into work early, for once. Jasmine hadn't even arrived yet, and I knew to overlook it because it was barely eight, and she didn’t need to be there until half past eight, officially.
Maybe I could shift that to nine, I mused to myself. I probably won’t need her any earlier than that.
Besides, if I kept keeping her late in the office so we could fuck around, she would probably appreciate the help. I smirked as I walked into my office, remembering all the times, and all the places, I’d had her in there already.
I walked around my desk and dropped my bag down, then set down my coffee and the pastry I’d bought on my way in, then sat down. I let my computer boot up as I started in on my coffee.
Before I could so much as take a sip, though, there was a knock on my office door. I paused and checked my watch. It was still too early for Jasmine…
“Come in,” I called out, setting the coffee down.
The door opened, and the person that walked in wasn’t who I expected. Marianne worked as the assistant to the CFO. I hadn't known the man even needed an assistant—I didn’t have one—though she usually joined the meetings with the managers. I’d spoken to her a few times before I came to the company, but I still knew so little about her.
“Good morning, sir,” she said as she carefully stepped into the room. “I know it’s early, and I hope I'm not a bother…”
I arched an eyebrow, forgetting my coffee for the moment as I gestured a hand at her. “Please, it’s no bother. Have a seat.”
She smiled and crossed the room to sit down across the desk from me. I leaned back in my chair, bracing my elbows on the arms as I loosely tangled my fingers and considered her.
“I have to admit, though, I’m surprised. It’s a bit early, for one thing.”
She nodded, one hand smoothing down her skirt, tucking a lock of her blonde hair behind her head with the other.
“I know it’s early, and I am sorry for bothering you at such an hour. But I saw you walk in, and I had something I wished to talk to you about.”
I pursed my lips. I’d encouraged people in the company to come to me if they had something important to say, but that was a while ago. She could have come to me at any time. I narrowed my eyes at her and she fidgeted, rubbing her hand on her skirt again as she shifted a bit in her seat, enough to have it squeaking.
After a moment, I leaned forward, leaning toward her with my arms folded on the table top.
“I’m glad you came to talk to me, Marianne. Now, why don’t you tell me what you have in mind?” I smiled politely.
She seemed to relax almost immediately, her back straightening as her eyes rose up to meet my gaze. “It’s actually about your secretary,” she said with a wrinkle of her nose. “Jasmine.”
Ah, I thought to myself. That explains everything.
Jasmine was probably the reason she’d jumped on the chance to talk to me. She wouldn’t be arriving for at least another half hour, so we had some privacy. I waved a hand at her to continue.
She clasped her fingers together on her lap, eyes glancing down before they met mine again. “I just feel… like I can't sit back and keep watching things as they are anymore, sir.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked, arching an eyebrow in interest.
“Your secretary, sir. She worked closely with the former boss.” She paused to lick her lips. “I was only in this office a few times when he was here, and she was in here every time, and he had her working on some files…”
I frowned. I hadn't asked either my dad or Jasmine, just how closely they’d worked together. As far as I could see, Jasmine probably hadn't worked much. She’d been so damn disgruntled when I gave her work like it was a chore to do what she was getting paid for.
“Do you know the nature of the files he had her look at?”
She shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t, sir. But I wanted to talk to you. I wasn’t surprised when the FBI came for the boss. I know Jasmine was questioned and was, for some reason, let go. But I think, whatever business he had been involved in, she was in on it.”
I didn’t let any surprise show on my face. Even though her words had been the perfect lead up to it, it was still the last thing I expected.
“That… is a serious accusation, Marianne. Do you have any proof to back it up?”
She shook her head again, slower, biting on her lower lip and looking disappointed. “I’m afraid I don’t. They’re both private, and as I’ve said already, I didn’t get many chances to appear in the office. It probably happened a handful of times before you came. I have no proof, but I do think
they were working together.”
I hummed, narrowing my eyes. “That is all very good to know but… I’ve been working with Jasmine,” I reminded her. “And I have a hard time believing she would be capable of deceit. I am sorry to doubt you, but I can't give much credence to what you’re saying.”
Marianne’s lips flattened, her fingers clenching together in her lap. “I know you're working with her, sir, and that’s why I’m worried. I know the effort you’re going through to keep this company afloat, and I’m not sure if you should trust her. I know a lot of people think she’s innocent, but she only appears that way.”
“How so?”
“She usually got by without doing any work at all, most of the time. The boss had her do specific errands only, and they tended to be rare, though I don’t know what they were all about. And she spent a lot of time in here, rather than at her desk. She only looks innocent on the outside, but I think she and the boss were having an affair.”
She said the last words with her voice hushed like she didn’t want the words to carry.
“You mean they were fucking,” I said bluntly, frowning.
Marianne winced, but she nodded. Then she stood up. “I just wanted to let you know about all of this before she came in. I’m sorry for taking up your time; please go on with your breakfast.”
She got up, gave me a quick nod, and left. I barely paid attention to her, though, my mind on what she’d implied about Jasmine and my father.
My frown grew more pronounced when I felt something in my chest draw tight. It bothered me, what she’d said. More than that, just thinking about Jasmine and my father… I didn’t like it. My hands clenched as I scowled down at my desk. What bothered me more than thinking of the two of them together was the fact that I was jealous about it.
Still, I tried to go about my day as normal, dismissing Marianne’s words completely. I didn’t believe Jasmine could be like that.
The lady in question arrived on time, at almost exactly eight thirty. She even knocked on my door to greet me good morning and let me know she was there so I wouldn’t have to punish her. That made me crack a smile.
She was about to walk back out, but I suddenly called out to her.
“Hey, Jasmine?”
She paused, turning to glance at me over her shoulder, curious.
“Would you like to go out to dinner with me?” I asked bluntly.
Her eyes widened as she whirled around, jaw dropping.
“Wh-what?” she stammered.
I smirked and repeated, “I asked if you’d like to go out to dinner with me? I believe we’ve both been working hard enough; we deserve a bit of a treat, don’t you think? You, especially, for all your hard work.”
She just stood there a moment, blinking and processing everything. “Um,” she fluttered her hands a bit before forcing them down. “I would love to.”
I gentled my smirk into a smile. “After work then,” I said.
She left my office.
We got through the day like usual. Even though I didn’t believe she could have had anything with my father—either fucking him or helping him out with fraud—I still kept a close eye on her. She didn’t seem to notice I was acting strangely, and the day went pretty much like any other for us.
By the time it was evening, and we were heading out, I’d all but forgotten what Marianne told me because it was too impossible. It was probably fuelled by jealousy on her side with no actual basis. She had no proof, after all.
Chapter 9
Jasmine
I had my arm around Gabe’s as he led me to his car in the underground parking lot. Gabe opened the passenger door for me and even held my hand as I slid inside his sleek, black car.
He pulled out of parking lot, speeding up once we were on the road. The drive was short, and we stopped in front a restaurant about twenty minutes later. I glanced out the window and noticed the red brick and wide windows, when I saw the French name, so fancy dining. The restaurant even had valet parking, so Gabe and I just got out at the front as he handed his keys to an attendant.
“This way, miss,” he teased, stepping back to my side and taking my hand to wrap it around his elbow. “Watch your step.”
I rolled my eyes again but made sure not to stumble against the sidewalk.
Gabe opened the door for me before I could do it myself, and I arched an eyebrow, but he ignored it. There was a host just inside the door at a podium, and he looked at us expectantly as we walked in. Gabe gave out his reservation, and the man nodded and led us to a table. Gabe pulled my chair out for me, and while I hesitated a bit, confused, I went to sit and let him slide the chair under the table for me.
“Are you always this much of a gentleman to your dates?” I asked once we were left alone and he’d sat down, as well. “Or can I consider myself special?”
Gabe gave me a slow smile. “Oh, I’m always a gentleman. But you are most definitely special, Jasmine.”
I snorted, giving him a look of disbelief. “I don’t believe you, on both counts. You’re more of a bastard when all you’re thinking of is work.”
We were off the clock, though he was technically still my boss, so I was lucky he seemed to find me more amusing than insulting, laughing at my expense.
“I don’t know why you think so, but I don’t just do it to piss you off, you know. It is part of your job, Jasmine.”
I knew that. As he kept sending me on errands, no matter how petty and gave me work to do at my desk, I’d come to realize from the other secretaries that I was doing work expected of me as his secretary. It was part of why I’d stopped being annoyed about every little thing he had me do. Though, it was still exhausting.
“So,” I started slowly, narrowing my eyes at him. “I just have to ask, because your life just seems way too perfect. You’ve been groomed to take over your father's position, right?” I’d only ever read about these things.
Gabe cracked a smile, though it was more grim than happy. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. Never really got a say in it.” Then he grinned. “If I had, though, I’d probably be working at a place like this.”
I leaned forward in interest because that was unexpected. I waited for him to say more, but then we were interrupted when the waiter arrived.
“Good evening, sir, ma’am. I’ll be your server for the evening. Are you ready to order?”
I looked down on the table and frowned. There weren’t even any menus, so how could we possible order?
“Jasmine?”
I looked up at Gabe’s call.
“I’ve been here and tried the food before. Would you mind if I ordered for you?”
I twisted my lips, feeling a bit unhappy about it. But then, he probably only ever had the good stuff, and it would be better than me floundering on my own. I’d never tried French food before, after all.
“All right,” I conceded, though with some reluctance.
Gabe sent me a smile like he knew what it meant that I was letting him do this. I leaned back in my chair and waited as he gave out orders for the both of us. The waiter jotted everything down and nodded.
“Your food will be ready in a few minutes,” he said, then turned to leave.
Gabe turned to me and chuckled. “You don’t have to look at me like that. I promise you can trust me.”
“We’ll see about that when the food comes back.” Then I waved a hand. “Forget about that, though. You were saying something before. What do you mean you’d be working at a French restaurant?”
He shrugged, eyes sliding away from me. He folded his arms on the table, his fingers fidgeting and drumming on the table top.
“I always wanted to be a chef. It was my dream, not allowed. I always wanted to work with food, so I love dining out and tasting different food from restaurants. I’ve lived alone for years and always cooked for myself.”
That… was a bit of a surprise. “I like it, too,” I said without thinking, then chewed on my lip before I continued. “I had other aspirat
ions in mind when I became a secretary. It was the easiest thing I could think of so I could make money to start up my dream. More than just cooking, though, I love baking, and I always thought I’d open up a bakery of my own.”
We were interrupted again when the waiter came back with our meal. He set down plates in front of both of us and gave a short bow with his head.
“Please, enjoy.” Then he left.
I looked down at my plate in interest. I picked up a fork to taste some of the food on my plate, humming in pleasant surprise at the taste. Gabe watched me carefully and didn’t try to eat his food until he saw my approval.
We ate for a bit in silence when I had an idea that made me look up.
“Would you like some dessert?”
Gabe looked up at me, arching his eyebrows. “Would you like to order some?”
I shook my head. “Not order.” I shrugged then looked down, pushing food around my plate with the fork. “I was talking about you coming back with me to my apartment. I could make something for you there.”
There was a short silence, and when I looked up, impatient to hear his answer, he had a small, pleased smile on his face. “I’d like to taste something you make, Jasmine.”
My shoulders slumped in relief, though I hadn't noticed I was tense to begin with. I smiled back, more with relief as I sighed and ate some more.
“That’s good.”
An eyebrow went up. “Why that reaction? Have you ever cooked for anyone else before?”
I shrugged. “I don’t do that often. When I think about it, I don’t have that many friends. But I’ve cooked for my parents.”
“Did they not like the stuff you made?”
I pursed my lips, wondering if I wanted to get into this, but then decided it wouldn’t hurt. “My parents don't see opening a bakery as something I could do. They were supportive when I said I wanted to be a secretary because they think I’m a dreamer and becoming a secretary would be the best thing I could ever hope for if I couldn’t focus on a real career.”