The Billionaire's Personal Secretary

She grinned at him and finished off her glass of champagne. “You’re one of the most amazing men I’ve ever known, so that makes us even then.”

There was a tangible silence between them for a heated moment, and he made himself draw in a deep breath. “I thought you said that you were going to get into the hot tub.” He knew he was pushing the edge of their flirting, but he didn’t care. He didn’t know if he didn’t care because he wanted to push the edge of it and go a little further, or if it was because he was drinking. He had stopped thinking about it and caring when he had pulled her close to him on Parker Bennett’s yacht, when Parker had begun flirting with her. He hadn’t liked it at all, and he’d wanted to make it clear that she was not available—at least, not available to anyone but him, if that was what she chose.

It felt to them both as if there was total freedom and no rules where they were in their little cottage on the island in the tropics. It was as if all of the bonds of propriety had slipped off of them when they had exited the airplane and stepped into paradise, and both of them were heady with the idea of possibility; of what could happen, and what they both wanted to happen became possible.

“I did say that…” she teased him in return, talking about the hot tub and meeting his new flirting boundary, which was slipping further from their business office relationship.

His breath grew short, and his voice grew slightly thicker. “Did you bring a bikini?” he asked, stepping toward her and letting his eyes move slowly over her body, taking in her curves before he looked back up into her face again.

She opened her eyes wide and barely covered her mouth with the tips of her fingers. “Oops!” she teased him with a wink. “I guess I forgot it…” Her hands went to the thin straps of her sundress, and she slid the dress from her body, revealing only her bra and panties as the little lemon yellow dress fell into a soft puddle of material at her feet. “I guess I’ll just have to use what I have.”

She turned from his shocked stare, and giggling, went to the hot tub and climbed into it, settling down slowly into the steaming water. “This feels so good,” she purred, smiling at him and narrowing her eyes seductively. She had made up her mind that if he was going to flirt and tease her, then she could give it right back, just as strong as he could.

He swallowed what was left of the champagne he was holding and set the glass down on the table near him. Without taking his eyes from her, he peeled his clothes off one piece at a time until he was down to his underwear, and taking another bottle of champagne with him, he went to the edge of the hot tub, his eyes locked on hers.

“May I join you?” he asked, waiting to hear her answer.

She nodded and grinned. “I would love it if you did,” she answered somewhat coyly.

He got into the steaming water, and she took the opportunity to gaze longingly at the sculpted muscles of his form. He was even more beautiful without his clothes on, and her imagination, while good, had done him no real justice in pretending to herself what he might look like without his clothes on.

He sat near her and closed his eyes a moment, breathing in deeply, before looking at her once more and smiling. “You’re right, this does feel good.”

Derrick moved close to her and, watching her, popped the cork on the newest bottle of champagne, letting it overflow into the hot tub. He held the bottle up to her and smiled. “Would you like a drink?”

She moved closer to him until their bodies were only a few inches apart. Smiling, she took the bottle from him and tipped it back, swallowing some of it before handing it back to him. “It’s perfect,” she whispered in a soft voice. Her head was buzzing, her body was growing hotter for him by the minute, and she no longer had any

concern about the fact that she was his employee. All she knew was that he was alone with her in paradise, they were having a good time, and if she was very, very lucky, he would be kissing her and touching her before the night was over.

He took a long swig from the bottle and locked his eyes on her. His lips were parted and he gave his head a little shake. “You… you’re so beautiful. You’re like an exotic flower.” He reached one hand up to touch her cheek and trace his fingertip down the side of her face. “You’re a rare blossom. I love seeing you every day. I love it. You’re entrancing.”

His words filled her mind and heart and wrapped themselves around her. She leaned a little closer to him, wanting more than anything for the moment they were in to last for an eternity or two.

He hesitated a moment and blinked, moving his fingertip to her full mouth, where he gently touched her lips. “I wonder…” he nearly whispered, “would it be wrong if I kissed you? I don’t want to push you too far, or ask anything that I shouldn’t, and it’s alright if you say no, but… would it be wrong if I kissed you? I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day I met you. You have the most delicious mouth…” he trailed off, gazing into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts and her reaction. His heart had begun to race, and he knew he was pushing a boundary he had no business pushing, but the ache for her had long before superseded their business limits.

She felt like her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. She reached her hands up to cup his face in her palms as she smiled at him. “I’ve been wanting the same thing,” she answered softly, and she leaned in toward him and closed her eyes, pressing her lips gently to his.

A soft moan escaped him, and for a minute, it was nothing more than a tender and sweet kiss, a first kiss. As their lips moved over and around each other, their kiss began to grow deep, and he parted her mouth and found the tip of her tongue with his. His arms went around her as they began to drink each other in, and he pulled her to him.

Eva spread her knees apart and slid her thighs over his lap, moving toward him until she was just over his groin, her chest against his as they kissed more passionately. Everything in her was swirling, and it felt as though she had never been touched by anyone with so much tenderness and passion.

Their arms grew tight around one another, as their kisses grew more fervent, and as his mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, she felt his fingers moving over the clasp at the back of her bra. A moment later, there was no material over her, and he groaned as his hands cupped her dark breasts, massaging them as he brought her hardened nipples to his mouth hungrily.

The heat that had begun to build within her started to spread through her body like wildfire, and with every passing moment, she felt that her only need was to feel him in her, holding her, loving her. She began to sway her hips over his groin, feeling the stiffness of his need for her rubbing hard on her body.

Breathless with need, he began to push himself up against her while his mouth moved over her breasts, until at last he could no longer resist what he wanted so badly. “Eva…” he moaned, her nipple filling his mouth. He reluctantly let it go and looked dazedly up into her dark eyes. “Eva…” he said again, his voice thick with desire. “I want something from you… something I shouldn’t ever ask for, especially because you’re working for me, but I need it… I need you… more than I have ever needed any woman. I have to ask this…” he hesitated as she leaned down and kissed him long and slow.

Lifting her mouth from his, still rocking her body against his, she smiled a little, touching his face with her fingertips. “You don’t have to ask, if you really want it…”

He shook his head. “I do want it… god I want it so bad. I want you so bad… more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I need you, now.”

“Then have me,” she answered, reaching down into the swirling hot water and pulling her panties off. She took his underwear off of him carefully and tossed both pieces of cloth out of the tub onto the patio. Moving gently, she centered herself above him and slowly slid her body down onto his, taking him into her inch by thickened inch, until he was fully inside of her and neither one of them could breathe for the overwhelming ecstasy they were both feeling.

He closed his hands around her hips and began to move her against him, taking her breasts into his mouth again as he filled her over and over again. She gasped and cried out in pleasure, closing her eyes and twisting her fingers in his long locks of dark hair as they moved together, their rhythms building up as their bodies rocked hard together.

They held each other tightly, moving faster and faster until they cried out together and shuddered with release, their arms and bodies locked together as he flooded her with his orgasm, and she gripped him with hers.

When they were able to breathe again, he took her face in his hands and kissed her softly, over and over again, until they were both smiling serenely.