Page 15 of Mike's Assistant

“That’s good. I’d hate to find out you were tied down,” he said with a wink. “Maybe we can go out and grab a few drinks. I manage a club in town.”

A wave of unease swept over me. “I’m really busy with my brothers and getting settled in. I don’t really have time.”

"Everyone deserves a break," he countered, closing the distance between us. An unsettling thrill coursed through me. Dominic was handsome, but his assertiveness came off too strong and carried a hint of danger. Like I was the prey, and he was the predator. I needed to escape.

“Uh—” I stammered.

“Jake, Abel needs help,” Sam’s voice echoed into the hall, and Dominic stepped back.

My breathing eased at his retreat, and I sent a silent prayer of thanks to Sam for calling out. “I have to get in. I’ll see you around,” I said nervously before running into the safety of my apartment.

“I’ll see you around,” Dominic called as I shut the door.

I leaned my head against the closed door and took a steadying breath, hoping to ease my racing heart. I needed a moment. Today had been crazy, from all the rejections to getting a job, meeting sexy Mike, and now an intense neighbor—I needed a time out. The thought of Mike gave me pause. I didn’t know how I would work with someone clearly out of my league, involved with Vanessa, and sexy as hell.

“Jake!” Sam called again.

I inhaled deeply before turning to the task at hand. I had a busy night of playing Mr. Mom.

Peering back into the main bedroom, relief washed over me as I saw the boys still asleep. This parenting thing was hard, but I finally got the boys fed, bathed, and in bed. I was exhausted. I grabbed the door handle and gently closed the door, careful not to make a sound.

I released a breath and turned back to the living room before sinking into the softness of my couch-slash-bed. I glanced around the tiny space. The walls had chipped paint, and I could take two steps and be in the kitchen. I shook my head. This is what my life had become, I mused. I missed my old room and especially my bed, but if I wanted to be in the boys’ life, I’d have to suffer with my bed being the couch.

I released another sigh and laid down, pulling the blanket up to my chin. Closing my eyes, I let the weight of the day ebb away. This was precisely what I needed—a moment of peace from the whirlwind of responsibilities.

The coolness of the sheets soothed my worries, if only for a little while. The kids, my job, my wicked step-aunt, and CPS lingered on my mind. I shook my head; I needed to let these thoughts go. I took a deep breath, the faint scent of fresh linen calming my senses. Letting the comfort of my makeshift bed cradle me, I allowed my mind to calm and drift.

“That was the last appointment until this afternoon. You have the next few hours free. Here’s your coffee,” I said, placing the cup on the desk.

Mike lifted his gaze from his papers and smiled before rolling back from the desk.

“The entire afternoon free? Whatever will we do?” he rose from his seat and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me into a tight embrace.

His muscular arms encased me, his body heat seeping through our clothing, making my skin tingle. Slowly, he bent down, bridging the distance between us. For what seemed like forever, his lips hung over mine. Then, finally, the moment I’d yearned for came. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.

The sensation was electrifying, stronger than any physical contact I'd ever experienced. The world faded away, and I lost myself in the softness of his lips, the rough scrape of his stubble. The tantalizing taste of coffee still lingered on his tongue. I moaned. My body responded to his with a fervor I'd never felt before.

His fingers brushed over my hair, gently tugging to tilt my head for a more intimate encounter. My fingers traced the powerful muscles beneath his white dress shirt on his broad back. All thoughts of the office and the outer world were gone. Mike and I were alone in a sea of want and longing. The spark between us was palpable, like a raging fire threatening to destroy us. And I was more than willing to set fire to myself.

His hand shifted to cup my jaw, and his thumb brushed lightly over my cheek as he leaned back, ending the kiss. His breaths mixed with mine and his brown eyes were intense as they searched my face.

A smile ghosted his lips as he murmured, "That's one way to fill an afternoon."

"Most definitely," I replied, my voice low and husky.

Maintaining eye contact, I guided him backward toward his chair. The office melted away, replaced by this electric bubble that contained just the two of us. My hands slid from his biceps, down his forearms, and onto his hands, pulling him gently until the back of his legs met the chair. He took the hint and slowly sat down, his gaze never leaving mine.

Without missing a beat, I sank to my knees in one smooth movement. Looking up at him, his eyes darkened, a silent understanding passing between us. Filled with a newfound determination, I reached out and unbuckled his pants.

Drawing closer, the warmth of him radiated through the fabric. I could feel his hard arousal urgently straining against its confines, demanding my attention. His moan was a seductive note in the air, compelling me to explore further. I traced the outline of his shaft with my lips, hungering for more. I need more. I didn’t want a barrier between us, yearning to feel the velvety texture of his flesh.

Mike's moan deepened. A low rumble of desire as I pulled down the elastic band of his cotton briefs, freeing his large cock. It stood proudly, with a little curve to the right. Every inch was perfection—long, girthy, uncut, and veined. His dick pulsed, and pre-cum beaded at the tip.

I couldn’t resist any longer. Leaning forward, I tasted him, the salty-sweet pre-cum tantalizing my taste buds. Mike's deep groan vibrated through the room. I followed the pronounced vein along his shaft, down to his cum filled balls. Their proportions matched his cock, and they hung low. Taking one into my mouth, Mike's response was electric, his body arching in ecstasy.

“Oh, yeah. Just like that, baby. Suck my balls,” Mike's voice, husky and raw, urged me on.

I did as instructed, ensuring my hand worked his pulsing shaft simultaneously. Mike's hips began a rhythmic dance, hinting at a faster pace, but I resisted, savoring each moment. Glancing up, his face reflected pure bliss, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. I continued my journey upwards, my tongue tracing its path until I met the tip, pulling back his foreskin to place a delicate kiss on the exposed flesh.

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