Page 68 of Assistant to the Billionaire CEO

“You’re too hot to be a Squirtle. You’re more like a Charmander,” I said before crashing my lips into his.

I slowly pulled his shirt from his pants and slid my hand under it. His washboard abs were rock-hard under my fingers, almost inhumanly hard. I wondered what he looked like with his shirt off. I’d seen photos of his college swim team, but I strongly suspected he was even more attractive now. Maybe he had even more tattoos? I ran my hand from his navel up to his back and down again before cheekily pulling at the waistband of his pants, feeling his erection press against me. That was no little Barry. If anything, it was the opposite of little Barry.

He paused, drew away from me, and looked into my eyes. “You’re playing with fire. Look what you’re doing to me,” he groaned.

“To you? Look what you’re doing tome.” I ran my free hand through my messy hair.

“Do you like it when I touch you?” he rumbled. He put one of his hands on my naked knee, not breaking eye contact for a second.

“I’m not supposed to, right? But I do.”

Painfully slowly, he started running his hand up my leg and slipped it under my skirt. His fingers left what felt like a trail of flames behind it, and then continued pulling my skirt up and up. My skin burned at his touch, and yet I wanted him to explore every inch of me.

His fingers reached my panties, and he pulled them to one side.

He paused again. “Tell me to touch you,” he demanded. “Ask me to.”

“Touch me, Ace,” I whimpered. “Please, touch me.”

A mischievous smile spread across his face as his fingers finally made contact with the fire between my legs. “Good girl.”

I moaned when his fingers brushed my clit, but he silenced me by pressing his lips against mine. His thumb ran teasingly over my clit, playing with it, causing me to jerk and moan. My groans were muffled by his writhing tongue in my mouth. He slipped his hand out of my panties and started unbuckling his belt.

“Ace,” I gasped.

“You open it,” he growled, casting his eyes toward his zipper, and sliding his hand back into my panties.

Without hesitation, I reached forward, unsure of what to expect, and felt something in his pocket. It was vibrating. What was that? Oh. Duh. “Oh, gosh,” I said, jerking my hand away. “I think your cell phone is ringing.”

“Fuck,” Ace grumbled, annoyed, removed his hand from me, and reached into his pocket. He stared at his cell screen and muted his ringtone. “Bad timing.”

“Aren’t you going to take that?”

“I’m not.” He tried to shove his cell back into his slacks’ pocket, but swiped right instead, accidentally answering the call. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Hello? Hello? Ace, are you there?” Damon’s voice crackled from its speaker.

I froze.

Ace held it up to his ear and frowned. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Hey, bro. Good to hear your voice. Do you want to come out for drinks? Miles, Oliver, and I are headed to Talia’s.”

My hands fumbled desperately at my skirt to pull it down.

“Umm,” Ace hummed, looking at me. I was still seated on the boardroom table with my legs spread wide enough to allow him to stand between them, with wet panties and a drenched clit, and his belt unbuckled. “I can’t right now, bro. Bad timing. Another time.”

“You sure? Just a quick drink,” Damon insisted. “You don’t have to stay out all night.” I could hear his voice booming from the other end of the line, despite Ace pressing his cell tightly against his ear.

“Another time,” Ace groused. “Tell the guys I said hi.” With that, he ended the call.

“What are we doing, Ace?” I asked as soon as he slid his cell back into his pocket.

I pushed him away, and he looked down at me. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “You initiated it.”

He shook his head. “No, baby,weinitiated it. And you know it. Don’t just put it on me.”

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