Page 13 of The Alpha's Assistant & The Dom Next Door
But his phone only held messages that were about work, and he dismissed themall.
He got up and showered, thinking about everything they had done the night before. It didn’t matter what he did, Erica was on the front of his mind, consuming every single spare thought that he had, and he was glad. For the first time ever, he regretted leaving a woman’s bed and apartment. But he couldn’t have stayed, obviously. This wasn’t a relationship. He wasn’t sure if it was a one-night stand, or one that would turn into several, but it still was no girlfriend, boyfriend thing. He didn’t play that game, and he’d been clear about his lack of interest incommitment.
Once he got out of the shower, he walked back over to the bed. At the back of his mind, he knew that it would be the right thing to do to send her a text. It had been a great evening, even beyond the sex. A nice guy sent something the night after. But when he pulled up his phone, his mind wentblank.
Finally, he just sent, Thinking of you. After he sent it, he second-guessed himself, which Brock rarely did, and continued to do so as he got dressed and started the drive to work. There were too many ways the message could be misread. It sounded deeper and more intimate than he’d intended. But it also seemed shallow, not even mentioning the particulars of thenight.
All the way to work, Brock thought about her, and even wondered what her eyes would be like when they woke and were hazy with sleep. Just wondering that scared the crap out of him, because one thing Brock didn’t do was morning-after scenes. Never had. Never intended to. Waaaay toointimate.
Commitment scared him. He’d seen how his parents had torn each other to pieces, and he wanted no part of that pie. So how to let Erica know that she was special, and last night had also been, without letting on how much she’d rocked him completely, therefore giving her ideas and making himself vulnerable? There had to be a way. Brock excelled at blazing paths where there were none to befound.
It was a long,awkward morning, with Erica obviously avoiding him. It bothered Brock more than he cared to admit that she was clearly hurt, and that he missed their easy interactions. Finally, Brock couldn’t put it off any longer and sent her a text, even though she was just one roomaway.
Got asecond?
A moment later, there was a knock on the door and he drew a slow breath before calling, “Come onin.”
She walked in, her eyes looking every which way, far from the confident person he’d come to know. Even as he took in her pallor and nervousness, he couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. It seemed that she just didn’t have a bad day in her; she was beautiful morning, noon, andnight.
“Can I help you with something?” she finally said, hovering in front of his desk until he waved her into a chair. “Run an errand? Reschedulea—”
“It’s not work-related,” Brock cut in, opting for blunt, since that was his comfort zone. “Are you okay,Erica?”
She gave him a look. “Not exactly. You know why. But I knew it would affect work, so it’s onme.”
He winced. “No, it’s just as much on me.” Then he didn’t know what else to say. Sorry? But he wasn’t. Not at all. And he’d told her what to expect,right?
There was an awkward pause between them, and Brock felt his thoughts racing. He didn’t know what had come over him. With the rest of the world, he was the suave and smooth businessman, able to handle and take care of anything. It was often said that no one and nothing could rattle him, and it was a rumor that he had often lived up to withpride.
But with this girl seated on the chair on the opposite side of his desk, he couldn’t help but feel nervous. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t nervous about what she was going to say when she left, he was worried that he was going to say something that would make her leave. She hadn’t said anything about the text that he had sent her that morning, and that fact in itself botheredhim.
“If that’s all, then I’ll get back to work.” Erica got to her feet abruptly. “I’ll deal with it, Brock. I’m a grown woman. I made a choice last night. I don’t regret it, even if this is theresult.”
Somehow, hearing that she didn’t regret it eased some of Brock’s own tension. He got to his feet and moved in front of Erica, to cut her off from thedoor.
She gave him a warning look. “I have work to do, Brock. Yourwork.”
The hurt in her eyes shattered what was left his walls and he reached out and hauled her into him, kissing herfiercely.
For one brief second, Erica resisted, but then she melted into him and he groaned with relief, plunging between her soft lips. “I’m sorry I’m such a shit,” he whispered, smoothing her hair back and trailing his hands down her lushbody.
“Don’t talk,” she whispered, swiftly unbuttoning the front of his shirt and scattering kisses over his chest. “Just do, Brock. Before my brain fullengages.”
Somehow, he broke away from her long enough to lock the door. When he turned back, she was standing by his desk, her shirt halfway off, just like his. Brock caught her lips again and ravaged them, before slipping the remainder of her clothing off and just taking a step to revel in the goddess who was now fully naked in hisoffice.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful creature on earth,” he groaned, going to his knees and hooking Erica’s hips with one arm. He pulled her into him and set his mouth between her legs, feasting on the hot, melting warmth. Her muffled groans only spurred him onward to hold her legs wider open, tracing his tongue up and down her lips, nibbling at them, suckling, before plunging two fingers deep inside at the same time that he kissed herclit.
The way Erica bucked and writhed made it almost impossible to stop, and her breathy little gasps pushed him right to the brink himself, but finally he managed to pull away before he undid them both completely. They’d only have one time before someone or other interrupted them, so he wanted them both to cometogether.
Kissing his way back up her lovely body, lingering at the soft rise of her stomach and moving into the full swells of her breasts, Brock devoured each breast in slow turn before turning Erica to face thedesk.
“I’ve fantasized about this constantly,” she whispered as he undid his pants, pulling out his rigidcock.
“Did you use just your fingers?” he whispered back, leaning into her ear as he slowly pushed himself deep inside, shuddering at how tight and wet she was. “Fuck, baby. Ahhh … fuck …yes.”
“No. Vibrator,” she gasped, as Brock reached around to stroke her clit in time with each thrust. “Brock … oh God … I’m already soclose…”
Imagining her in bed with her legs splayed, her toy working between her beautiful pale thighs, making her shudder and scream in ecstasy, drove Brock half insane. He thrust into her wildly, and when she started to get too loud, he reached for his tie and stuffed it into her mouth, which seemed to make her evencrazier.
