Page 91 of Assistant to the Billionaire CEO

By the time he reached the delicate portion on construction costs, he’d reached the delicate area of my skin where my underwear would have been if I hadn’t stashed them inside my handbag. In between sentences, his fingers stroked overthatspot as his mouth brushed the nape of my neck until I was squirming around on top of him. He kept exploring the secrets my skirt hid while he used his other hand to undo a few of my blouse buttons, exposing just my collarbones—mindful not to reveal too much in case someone knocked,andI happened to have a heart attack.

But who would be knocking? Mrs. Mills was gone, and it was too early for the other execs to come bursting in. Still, just the thought of getting caught made everything that much more exciting. It was sort of good that I wasn’t wearing my thong, or it would have been drenched. Actually, flooded. Not that I cared. I felt perfectly content where I was with his thumb doing its magic. Did he just call me a good assistant? I could barely hear, let alone think.

He reached his presentation’s conclusion just as I was reaching a conclusion of my own.

At this point, things sounded promising, thrilling,peaking.

My breaths were fast, and I was physically incapable of stopping my gasps and moans. I was also unable to rhythmically move my hips, grinding over his very,veryimpressive erection.

“Nope, I’m not letting you finish just yet,” he rumbled darkly, glancing at his watch, and withdrawing his hand from beneath my skirt just before I could orgasm.

What?

No.

“No… That’s cruel,” I panted, resting my head on his shoulder and leaning back into his embrace. “No, that’s criminal.”

“Do you want to press charges?”

“Yes,” I panted, frustrated. “Don’t change the subject. Please let me come. Ace, seriously.”

“You’ve been a good girl, and I’m going to let you finish, I promise. Just hold on a little longer. Until after my meeting.”

“Until after your meeting?” Was that what he just said? I must have misheard. “No, I don’t want to hold on so long. Ican’thold on that long. I don’t want to. Please let me come now. Please,please.” I sounded desperate, and I was totally fine with that.

“Are you begging me, Miss Copeland?” he asked, amusement coloring his expression. “Are you begging your boss to make you come?” He kissed my shoulder and chuckled when he saw my you-better-believe-it eyes. It was a throaty sound that felt like it reverberated through my chest.

“No, of course not.” I shook my head and closed my legs, coming to my senses. I stood from his lap—all wobbly—and straightened my skirt, just like I had before I’d entered his office. Just like I had done on many other occasions in this building. “That would be improper. You are my boss, after all, Mr. Windsor.”

With my shirt all buttoned back up, I was ready to turn and make a beeline out of the office, when he said, “The reason for having todelayis because Mr. Hardy will be here any second now. He’s going to present with me, and he’s always punctual.”

Knock-Knock. Knock-Knock.

Oh.

“Come in,” Ace said, giving me a subtle wink, just as Mr. Hardy entered and greeted us, his fun mustache twirled up to perfection. “Sit down for a minute, Harvey.” Mr. Hardy lowered himself onto one of the chairs in front of Ace’s desk.

I straightened, returned the greeting, then shifted back to Ace, collecting myself. “Would you like me to sit in on you…sorry…sit in on the meeting with you? I know Mrs. Mills is out this morning.”

“No. That won’t be necessary,” he said, already busy scribbling something onto his notepad. “But I’m going to need you once it’s done.”

“I’ll be waiting with a fresh cup of coffee.” I slung my handbag over my shoulder and turned to leave in a way that Ihopedlooked innocent, or at the very least, not like I almost got caught begging my boss for an orgasm on his lap. “Good luck, gentlemen.”

“I’ve got one last favor to ask before you go,” I heard Ace say, and I spun around to face him. He held a note out to me. “Please take care of this later.”

I took the note and left his office.

Once I was at my desk, I unfolded the paper.

It read:

Stella,

When I get back, I want you to be waiting here for me—on your knees.

I’ll give you a special treat.

P.S. Although I wouldn’t mind a fresh cup of coffee too.

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