The Billionaire´s Toy (Last Day) (4 page)

“I want to taste your juices, you´re so wet. You smell so good.”

What is this man doing to me?

No man had ever licked me down there. He was using his tongue to rotate my clit, slowly dipping in and out.  I cried out even more and jerked my body, but I jerked too hard and fell out of the chair. I fell flat on my face. 

Now what?

I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel the electricity through my body, enticing and pushing me towards climax. At that point I understood what women meant when they talked about orgasms. My mind shifted, my world turned upside down.

I want to moved, to throw the chair off me and put his head back in-between my legs.  He forcibly removed the chairs from my hands, tore the button from the back of my skirt and tugged down my skirt.  Then he turned me over and pushed the chair off me. I straightened my legs wide in the air so that he could continue. I was ready to climax, ready to come. I was a bit uncomfortable, my arms were stuck underneath
me  and I tried to wriggle to make them comfortable. He put a pillow in the small of my back. 

He really had come prepared. Then again, I doubted this is the first time he had done this in the office. Not a man of his experience. As the pillow took away some of my discomfort, with his head between my legs, my mind drifted to the warning messages of the other ladies in the office.

I wrapped my legs around his head and began to move up and down. I was absolutely loving it. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to encourage him by pushing my fingers down on his head so that he could continue and would never stop.  I hated the way he kept leaving me hanging, I wanted to do this and I was prepared to do it by force.

I screamed as loud as I could. I was nearing that time
,  about to climax.  Again, he moved away.  I felt like a child and started to whimper at the idea that he had left me and wasn't helping me reach the end of my journey. I needed to climax, I needed relief.  I wriggled even more so he could continue.

“I’m not ready for you to come yet.  We have all night, there’s no need to rush. I want you to catch your breathe.  When I’m ready for you to come, you will.”

I nodded, unable to offer him another response.

I felt confused, was the purpose of the whole exercise not to satisfy me? Or was it just about pleasing him?  He could see exactly what was happening. He knew what was going to happen next. Suddenly, I felt vulnerable again. 

What was this man doing to me? He´s taking control of the situation and now I’m scared

I remembered his words, “Y
our life will change from the moment you sign the contract.”
  This was just a snapshot of what those words meant.  Was this the beginning of our love affair or would it be the end?

I signed so we could be together as a ´normal´ couple, so that we didn’t have to hide and could openly express our feelings, so that we could move forward in life without worrying about law suits or ethics. But I had started to doubt that.

Is this really what I signed up for?

Chapter 6

As he walked into the Finance Department, all eyes were on him.  Someone shouted when the elevator reached our floor, “He´s here”.  Then, like a gust of wind, everyone changed direction, it was like a headmaster inspecting the school on the first day back after the holidays.  The elevator doors opened and I looked around to see what all the commotion was about.  I couldn’t work out who “he” was, so I continued what I was doing, putting my bag in my locker and hanging my coat up.

As the sliding doors opened, everyone tried to look busy, shooting sneaky looks at him whenever they could.  I stood and didn’t disguise the fact that I thought it was
him
— which I had guessed by the way Jackson was talking and walking by his side.

Sandy, who worked at the office, told me that the two of them were inseparable, but if that is the case why had Jackson been alone in the office for the last two days?

As usual, Jackson was wearing his blue pinstripe suit and white shirt. 

Damn, does he ever change? Or does he have hundreds of the same suit?

Jackson was quite good looking, with brown eyes and matching hair that was neatly slicked back on his head.

I cast my eyes to my desk and made my way around to my chair. I had just arrived a few moments ago. The spring air in Manhattan was cold and wet, not a pleasant morning, but it was about to get more interesting.

He wore a grey suit, with a black shirt and matching grey tie. I wasn’t an expert on male clothing but the match was astounding and unique. You could tell it was expensive the way the trousers were cut against his thighs, almost sticking to him as he walked.  It felt like he was walking towards me, as his eyes didn’t leave me for a second. 

I had to check myself, sometimes, when I have my period, my breasts become a little too perky and I thought that had happened. I looked down at my blouse to make sure they had not spilled out. They hadn’t, but I saw that my nipples were hard.  He was sending a chill through my body with his eyes gazing at me like that.  My lace bra had adjusted itself to the movement in my nipples and I straightened my black skirt as a sign of anxiousness as he moved closer and closer towards me.

He was smoking hot. My whole body was on fire and I felt like I needed to be hosed down. My eyes moved back to his. He was still watching me, getting closer and closer to my desk.

He stopped in front of me and I took a long and deep breath as he stared at me with his hazel eyes.  He ran his hands through his wavy, jet black hair and for a second I think of Rob Lowe in St Elmo´s Fire when
he  was young and mischievous.  As he drew closer to me I realized that his eyes were brown not green.  A small frown spread across my face as I tried and figure out his eyes.

“Oh, this is Alisha Clark, your new secretary,” Jackson said as he looks up from his iPad and realized why we had stopped in front of his office.

“Carson Reid,” he said, extending his hand for me to shake.

I was incredibly nervous and began to worry that a strand of hair was out of place. I quickly brushed it behind my ear
,  before reaching out to shake his hand.  As I extended my hand, he moved in closer and, as I shook his hand, he whispered in my ear, “There’s no hair out of place, everything’s perfect.”

As the words escaped his mouth he pulled back.  I held my breath and closed my eyes, smelling the musk that he was wearing. 

How can one man look so sexy and smell it at the same time?
Is that even possible?

He walked into his office with Jackson continuing to speak a number of notes behind him.  As they reached the office I turned my head and looked inside.  He was standing behind his desk looking at me. Jackson, realizing the door was open, quickly shut it and blocked my view.

I turned and sank into my chair, hot and flustered. I looked up and noticed that I wasn’t the only one who had noticed that he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.  Megan looked at me and shook her head, her long brown curls swaying from side to side.  Whilst Olivia simply smiled and gave me a wink. 

Everyone returned to what they were doing before the words,
´he´s arrived´ were blurted out.  I found it a bit weird, it wasn’t like Mr. Reid would fire them on the spot for acting like that.  He couldn’t.  I supposed it was just the office mentality;  always make yourself look busy when the boss is around.

I took a deep breath and tried to remember what I was doing before he walked into the office.

***

“He’s hot, I mean
too
hot.  How am I going to take notes working with him?” I asked as we all ate lunch on the ground floor of the building.  I found it amusing, because in Kansas we used to go to one person’s desk and share the food from home.  We would to take it in turns to bring in our dishes.  Everyone loved when it was my turn.  No one ever turned their head at Mama´s cooking.

“You need to be careful, girl.  I saw the way you were looking at him,” Megan said. 

“In her defense,” Olivia replied, “I saw the way
he
was looking at
her
.”

I nod in
agreement, I couldn’t deny that it was a two-way street. I wasn’t the only one staring, that was clear. Besides, it was none of her business.

Who made her office deputy?

“Course, he was staring. What man can keep his eyes off those?” she blurted, pointing at my breasts. 

All of a sudden I felt self-conscious. She said it loud enough for the table next to us to hear and look over.
I
began to wish I was wearing a jacket so I could hide them. I knew they were big, I wasn’t naïve enough to think that no man looked at them. But was that all they saw?

“That was low, Megan, and not necessary. Normally, he walks into the office and doesn’t look at anyone.
Doesn’t even acknowledge we´re there. Today, he couldn’t keep his eyes of her. Not her breasts,” Olivia said, patting my arms reassuringly. “Although, maybe he did have a sneaky peek,” she added with a wink.

What is it with her and winking?

I smiled when I thought of Mama´s words,
If you’ve got it, flaunt it. Don´t haunt it.

“I’ve always been big, not sure why. No woman in my family is the same size. More like you, small.” I
said , gesturing to Megan. I touched a nerve and I enjoyed it.

“Sorry, that was low,” she said quietly, adjusting her glasses.

Wish she spoke quietly when she was talking about my breasts!

“I
´m just worried. You know what happened to Emma…” she said, looking at Olivia who had become silent all of a sudden.

“What? I wish everyone would stop talking in code about the last secretary – I mean did he kill her or something?” I released a little laugh, when they didn’t join in I became nervous.

“No, don’t be so dramatic. It’s  — look, you just started, so I don´t want to scare you. Something happened, no one really knows what. So, just be careful.  He´s not a billionaire and a CEO because he´s nice.  If he’s ruthless in business can you imagine what he’s like with women. He must be a monster.”

I sat there frowning. I’d never met anyone who was rich before. We weren’t a poor family or anything, but the idea of being rich enough to walk into a store and buy anything on the counter was alien to me.

They were talking about the sort of wealth I had only seen on TV — private jets, mansions, multiple houses. That´s what I thought anyway, I wasn’t sure and I didn’t want to ask. I didn’t want to appear stupid or naive in front of these women.

I decided to ask Beth when I left work, if I could make it through the rest of the day. Beth was my roommate. I was confused if Megan liked me or not. For the first couple of days she was friendly, but she became really defensive.

“OK,” she said with half a smile, “go on, I’m dying to know… what size are you?”

She could feel the tension at the table.  None of us spoke. We just ate, digging into our lunches which weren’t very appetizing, at least for me.

“Sorry?” I muttered, my eyes on my Caesar salad. She was obsessed about my chest.

She pointed to my breasts,

“Oh, they´re 30G.”

“What? You’ve
gotta be kidding!”

Why would I make it up?

I shrug in response, not sure what else to do.

“Never knew they went up to that cup,” Olivia said innocently.

“You kidding, right? They have sizes up to L.”

“What? You
gotta be kidding!” they both say in unison. 

These women were supposed to be streetwise, but they seemed to be living in the dark ages. I supposed that if you’d never ventured into bigger sizes you remain oblivious to what size other people could be.

“What are you doing, Olivia?” Megan asked as Olivia fished through her bag.

“One time I was considering getting these little babies up a couple of notches. Now I know it´s not an option, but when I like to kid myself I buy a double AA.  I´m not even that….” She said sadly.

It was my turn to put my hand on her arm.

“Seriously, Ali, Megan´s just jealous. You got it all going
on, your body is like the perfect 8.”

“I’m not a size 8”

“No, you are shaped like an 8. From the big boobs.” She used her hands to fake-grope her little boobs. “To the big hips and ass. Seriously, I was checking your ass out yesterday, do you have something holding it up?”

We all laughed.

“Yes, it’s my panties!”´

“They must be some
lycra withholding panties, because your butt looks firm, I so want to touch it,” She said, poking her finger at my butt. I moved to playfully smack her finger.

I was
starving, I did a 10k run in the morning and didn’t eat breakfast afterwards, because I didn’t want to be late.  I thought I could grab a croissant or something light to eat with my coffee, but then Carson entered and I lost my mind.  As I nibbled my salad I wondered why I didn’t order steak and fries.  I had lost my appetite just thinking about him. I felt like a lovesick teenager. I can’t get him out of my mind.