Page 62 of Once Upon a Prince

I had wanted to ask him how it went but held off. I wasn’t sure if I was asking as his assistant or as his lover. I wanted to know on both a personal and professional level but I wasn’t sure if I could. I thought it would be best to wait until he brought it up.

When I had seen him the rest of the day, he had been nothing but professional with me. I kept thinking about how he had asked me to go to his place that night. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I thought about what it all would entail. I wanted to see his place, I wanted to know how he lived, who he was when he wasn’t working or on vacation. I had only seen him in those two settings. Would he be different when he was home relaxing, would he be different with me? Would we still be the same people we were when we were on vacation? Or better versions of ourselves? It was all things that I wanted to know, but I couldn’t until the day was done and my boss officially told me I could go home.

“Yes. How can I help?” I asked when I walked in. I usually said, “What can I do for you?” but figured that held too many double meanings that I didn’t.

“The board wants to meet early next week; can you make sure they are all given the updated budget for next year and our projections.”

“Certainly, what day is the meeting?” I asked.

“Next Thursday. Will that be a problem?”

“No. I have the information pretty much ready to go. I can get it out tonight if you want.”

“No. No. Tomorrow morning will be soon enough. It will still give them a week to go over everything.”

“Okay.” I waited for him to say something more but he didn’t. “I take it there isn’t there anything else you need from me, sir?” I asked. I tilted my head to look at him and he smiled.

“No, Ms. Taylor. That will be all,” he said.

I thought he was teasing me. I thought he wanted to have our professional day done before he did or said anything on a personal level. I was hoping he would come out from behind the desk and kiss me. I wanted him to tell me how much being this close to me and not being able to kiss me had driven him crazy, but he didn’t seem affected.

His professionalism was always something I had admired and I still did. I had chastised him this morning about not being professional. Maybe I had done too good of a job? Maybe he wanted to be out of the office before he even tried to kiss me. It would be for the best thing, but after being around him for the last week, not being close to him all day had been difficult. I wanted him to kiss me, take me in his arms, but I wasn’t going to push it.

“Very well, sir.”

He didn’t say anything as I got out of my seat and walked to the door. I was convinced he was going to let me leave when I felt a movement behind me. I barely had time to turn around before Dax had me in his arms, spun me around, and practically slammed me up against the door.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?” His mouth was inches from mine.

I smiled at him and said, “Back to my desk, unless you had something else in mind?”

“Let’s start with this.” He cupped my neck with his hand and pushed my mouth toward his. His tongue dove inside my mouth as he claimed me. He pressed his body up against me so that I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. I could feel his erection straining in his pants.

“Dax,” I moaned.

“I want us to have dinner. I want to hold your hand and talk to you for hours like we did in Buenos Aires. I want to see you smile at me with that secret sexy smile of yours and then I want to make love to you in my bed for hours. I thought I could wait, but I can’t. I want you. I must have you.”

His words meant everything to me. I loved how he wanted to be chivalrous with me but I liked it even more when he wasn't. I loved knowing that he wanted me so bad that he couldn’t contain himself.”

“You have me, Dax. Take me. I’m yours.”

He reached behind us and locked the door before pulling me off the door and into his arms. I laughed as he did. We kissed as he undid my blouse. I did the same to his shirt and soon they were both on the floor. I kicked off my heels and he slipped off his shoes. His hands moved my zipper effortlessly down and my skirt pulled at my feet. I walked out of it as I unzipped his pants and took him in my hands.

“Yes,” Dax moaned as he wiggled out of his pants and underwear. He turned us so that he was sitting on the couch and I was standing in front of him. He put his hands on my hips to stop me from getting on the couch with him.

“Wait. Stay right there. I want to see you like this.” He ran his hands lovingly around my body before stopping at my panties and dropping them to the floor. He gazed at me and I let him. It was one of the most intimate things he did, the way he would look at me. At first, I had been self-conscious about it, but I had come to like it, even love how he looked at me. When he did, I felt like the sexiest woman in the world.

He brought his mouth to my stomach and gave it a soft kiss. His hands ran along my back and to my ass then resting on my hips. He kissed his way down my stomach to my center and I cried out. He had taken me in so many ways but never like this. It was so exciting and sexy. My body was so turned on by his touch, his hands, and everything he was making me feel, I wasn’t sure if my legs would be able to hold me up.

His hands held me firm as his tongue darted inside me. I jerked my hips toward him and put my hands on his shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. He flicked his tongue in and out of me and my hips followed his lead. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. He was a skilled lover and his tongue was one of my favorite parts about him. Though, there wasn’t anything that I didn’t like about the man.

“Dax. Dax,” I moaned.

I was close and he could tell. I tightened my hold on his shoulders and felt I was seconds away from going over when he moved his mouth from me, leaned back on the couch, and pushed me down on top of him. My legs opened to do his bidding as he glided me over him. I was wet and ready for him and I dropped down on top of him. He filled me completely in one deep glorious movement. His hands went to my breasts and massaged them and I arched toward him. It was all too much and I cried out as I went over.

Dax held me as I went over, his mouth moving to my breasts and sucking on them as his hips moved with me. I slammed down on him and held on for dear life. Every time with Dax was incredible but that was off the charts even for us. I bit my tongue and had to hold my appreciation in. I was worried that if I let it go the whole city would hear me.

When I was spent, I dropped my head down on top of Dax’s and let out a soft sigh. Dax laughed and ran his hands slowly up and down my back. I couldn’t move, I could hardly breathe but I slowly became aware of Dax moving underneath me. It was hardly anything at first but it became more and more insistent the longer we stayed there.

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