Divine Assistant

He looked strained, as if every muscle in his body was coiled with tension and ready to spring at any minute. And she was a mass of nerves, shivering with need and want and desire. Closing her eyes, she sat once again on the bed, reclining back on her elbows and planting her heels on the edge. She parted her legs and clearly heard his harsh intake of breath.

“Wider,” he said, not so gently this time.

When she couldn’t find the courage to part them wider, he placed his palms on her inner thighs and pushed them open. His touch scorched her, and suddenly she knew she’d die if she didn’t soon get those big, powerful hands all over her body.

“My God.”

The words tore from his lips. Her legs were spread wide, her sex completely exposed to him. His eyes were clouded with lust as he knelt between her thighs and gazed down at her pussy—pink, swollen and glistening wet for him.

She felt it tingle under his stare, felt her whole body shudder.

“All I could think of today was licking you, eating you.” He sank his face between her legs and she cried out in both shock and pleasure when his lips pressed against her sex.

His tongue slipped inside her.

It was glory. The feel of it, wet and commanding as it stroked the folds of her labia, then slowly thrust in and out of her slick, wet cunt. He knew just how to move it, with strength and precision, caressing her in a way that made her fall back on the bed and strive to keep from flat-out exploding.

Slowly, he dragged his tongue upward to flick the sensitive nub of her clit. He stroked her with the tip of his tongue, rapidly flicking her clit up and down, while he slid his longest finger inside her creamy sex. It entered her at a leisurely pace, spreading the walls apart for entry as it gently pushed inside then withdrew, only to thrust in again with more force.

A hot, scorching fever overwhelmed her and she felt powerless to do anything but beg—beg for more, beg for mercy—so not Supergirl. Behind her head, her hands fisted in the luxurious comforter as she moaned with need, aimlessly rolling her face from side to side. “Please, please,” she pleaded between her audible gasps for air. “Fuck me, fuck me now.”

He came up and kissed her, the plump skin of his lips scorching hers, his tongue thrusting past her parted lips. He tasted of her, smelled of her, and the powerful thrusts of his tongue against hers perfectly mimicked the same sure movements of his finger in her cunt.

“Please,” she breathed against his lips.

He braced himself on his arms and aligned their bodies, sinking his hips between her parted legs. Crossing her ankles behind his back, she pulled him closer just as he thrust his thick, pulsing penis inside her. Every muscle tightened in her body except the one slowly easing to receive him. Smooth as silk, hard as iron, his cock moved inside her. Their eyes locked and held as he rocked his hips against hers, the muscles of his arms rippling with effort as he set a thorough, if frustratingly slow pace.

She whimpered out her desperation, holding the muscles of his buttocks tightly in her grip and urging him faster, harder, closer.

He groaned deep in his throat and rammed into her full force, throwing his head back and growling a low sound of triumph. She stared up at him, her eyelids heavy with desire and want, her lips moist from his kisses. He looked like a savage, his face tight from his efforts, his forehead creased, his breathing uneven and hot on her face as he fucked and fucked and fucked her some more. Running her hands up the tensed muscles on his back and clutching his shoulders, she came in a fierce, body-jerking tremor that overtook her completely, while Holden gave one deep final thrust and with a terrifying sound, spilled his burning, thick semen inside her.

Precious seconds later, still panting, he fell on the bed beside her, the mattress bending slightly under the impact of his weight. Placing a hand over her heart in a futile attempt to steady it, Lucy closed her eyes and sighed.

This time, Lucy gathered her wits enough to remember she would not make the same mistake she had in the closet. She was the first to move, inching to the edge of the bed and rising with more speed than she thought she could manage.

He groaned in protest. “Don’t even think of leaving. I’m not through with you yet, Lucy.”

She didn’t even look at him. Instead she began to gather her clothes, lying in a heap on the floor. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Besides, isn’t this when you dismiss me with one of your charming phrases?”

His silence said he wasn’t too happy with that sassy comment, especially when he’d just apologized. “No. This is where you stay the night and sleep with me,” he said tersely, sitting up on the bed.

Her heart did a little dance but Lucy tried to still it as she thrust her legs into her pants. “I don’t think so, Holden.” She met his gaze bravely and figured she ought to speak the truth. “I don’t want any complications and this—whatever this is—seems very complicated. It doesn’t really fit into my plans.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her, mildly amused. “It’s not like I planned this either Lucy, but I sure don’t remember anyone giving me a choice.”

She pursed

her lips in thought while she buttoned her shirt. He was, in fact, correct, because nobody had asked her either. Whenever she looked at him, every shred of control and decency within her vanished into nothingness. And as if by magic, whenever he touched her—whenever he placed those big, strong hands on her skin—he became as essential to her as the air she breathed, somehow making everything else seem pointless and meaningless. She wanted him to no reason. “Well, if we’re even going to do this sort of thing,” she found herself saying, “we need to do it strictly off business hours. I don’t want this to affect my job…I hope you understand?”

He looked greatly annoyed, his eyebrows joining over his nose in a fierce scowl. “I’m sorry, but I am not sticking to a schedule. When I want to fuck you, I need to fuck you, and I’m not going to wait like a schoolboy for the bell to ring—I don’t think I even could. There are twenty-four fucking hours in a day, Miss Divine, and you’ve put me through hell long enough.”

Lucy gritted her teeth while she scanned the room for her shoes. What did she expect from a man who got everything he wanted, whenever he wanted? Certainly not meek compliance. “Then let’s just forget it. I’m not willing to jeopardize my job because of this.”

“Oh no?” His brows rose in amusement. “Usually people think it helps their position if they sleep with their bosses.”

“And I am not one of those people!” she cried, spotting her shoes under the skirt of the bed and bending down to retrieve them. “Now, will that be all Mr. Holden?” she asked haughtily when she straightened, thrusting her feet into her pumps.

“No. Come to bed.”