Page 45 of His Private Assistant

Leaving a trail of wet pecks down my throat to my shoulder, he rolled my sensitive nipple between his fingers, rubbing and pulling it until it puckered under his touch. Then he moved to the other one while his thumb was pressed against my clit, almost not moving, and his index finger was provoking me at my entrance.

I dug my nails into his flesh, groaning when he gently inserted them into my overly sensitive hole. He was toying with me a little before he added another one, and I cried out, crushing my upper body into his.

"Am I doing it right, princess?" he teased me, his breath tantalised on my earlobe, and I squeezed his thighs.

"Yes, sir," I moaned, tilting my head back, leaning it against his shoulder and panting. "Oh, fuck!" I whined when he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me, and his other hand joined the actions between my legs, working on my clit.

"Horrible language!" I heard him chuckle, but I didn’t care. My brain was bathing in lust, and I had a hard time even breathing properly. My slutty mouth was the last thing on my mind.

My whole body trembled from the rush of excitement. I arched my back, spreading my legs wider for him. His long, thick fingers fitted perfectly into my hole; my swollen bud was pulsating under his rough touch, and I felt his teeth on my neck, nibbling my sensitive skin. I was in heaven, climbing the clouds higher and higher to my final destination. He didn’t quicken his movements. Basically, he didn’t change anything at all, yet it was highly effective and enjoyable.

"Come for me, princess." His order in his husky voice was the last thing I needed to complete my journey. I reached my peak with a loud scream, burying my nails into his muscular legs, leaving a mark there.

"My good girl," Mr Thorn purred into my ear while I was panting and gasping for air. He held me against his chest, caressing my arms with his hands.

I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have enough strength left in my sore muscles. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Mr Thorn took a loofah and gently rubbed my whole body with it. Every inch of my skin was thoroughly soaped, and then, he drained the water, rinsing the remains of foam and shower gel from both of us.

He stepped out of the bathtub first, and then helped me stand up. My wobbly legs and weak knees had a hard time supporting my weight. He wrapped me tightly in a huge white fluffy towel and led me out of the bathroom. When he saw I couldn’t walk properly and I was stumbling over my feet, he lifted me up and carried me to bed. It was the most romantic thing someone had ever done for me. Never in my life had a man made so much effort to take care of me. Mr Thorn was impossible, and I felt like I was in some kind of dream from which I didn’t want to wake up.

He gently put me down on the bed, wiped the last drop of water from my body, and covered me with a thick blanket. He kissed my forehead and went to the bathroom for about two minutes before returning, laying down next to me, and placing me on his chest. I sighed happily that he allowed me to stay with him during the night.

"Do you want to talk, princess?" Mr Thorn’s whisper jolted me. I was almost asleep, comfortably pressed against the side of his huge body.

"I'm sorry, darling," he muttered as he kissed my brow and made soothing circles with his open palm on my back. "I didn’t know you were already sleeping."

“It’s okay," I yawned. I threw my leg over him, one of my arms positioned around his waist, and I closed my eyes again. "When are you leaving?"

"I’ll have the plane ready at five," he answered. I felt his fingers in my hair. I didn’t notice when he freed it from the bun. "At eight, I have a meeting in San Francisco."

"Do you have some special assignments for me?" I inquired, my tiredness slowly fading away. I had only a few hours with him left. I just couldn’t imagine being at work without him bossing me around and barking orders.

"You’ll move your sexy ass into my apartment in the city," he replied, and I pulled myself up, meeting his beautiful eyes.

"As you wish, sir," I breathed my response, staring at his plump lips, which were provoking me to taste them.

"Will you miss me, princess?" His question disturbed my thinking about devouring his perfect mouth.

"You have no idea," I sighed sadly, frowning because of the idea of being alone at the office.

"Don't worry," he said, caressing my cheek, and I leaned into his open palm. "I’ll be in touch."

"Promise?" I batted my eyelashes, and to my surprise, he pulled me closer and our noses almost touched. His lips were inches from mine, and I hoped with all my heart that he’d kiss me. But, Mr Thorn never did what I expected him to do.

"I promise, princess," he muttered, and I shivered when he pecked the tip of my nose. "Now sleep," he ordered in his stern voice, and the brat in me really wanted to object, yet his look made me reconsider my actions.

I returned to the previous position, with my head on his chest and my body wrapped around his. The even beating of his heart was the last thing that I heard before I fell asleep.

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Electra

Anirritatinglypersistentalarmclock woke me up from my beautiful dream. Instinctively, I stretched my arm and touched the other side of the bed. It was empty. Slowly, I opened one of my eyelids and abruptly sat up. I was welcomed with a red rose, a box of Belgian chocolates, and a note. A beaming smile spread across my face when I took a small pink piece of paper between my fingers.

Good morning, princess.

I hope you slept well. There is a bag with clothes on the couch, and breakfast is prepared for you in the kitchen.

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