The Billionaire's Personal Secretary

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The phone rang at Eva’s desk early one morning, and she picked it up, answering it the way that she always did. She smiled to herself when she heard Derrick’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Eva, good morning.” She could hear him smiling back through the phone at her, and she felt the ever familiar rush of delight that moved through her when he spoke to her. “I’m sorry to surprise you with this, but the three p.m. meeting we had scheduled for this afternoon rescheduled, and we’re going to have to go to New Jersey right away this morning. I’m having the driver stop by the office to pick you up. Would you please come down to the car?” he asked, though it wasn’t really optional.

“Of course!” I’ll be right down,” she replied pleasantly. She had promised herself that it didn’t matter that they were no longer going to have their affair, that she was not going to let any jealousy or sadness into her heart, nothing negative to take over all of the joy and happiness that had he had brought to her since she had met him.

Gathering her things, she went to the main floor and walked outside just as the limousine was pulling up to the curb. The driver opened the door, and she slid into the back seat, sitting beside Derrick on the wide leather seat. Her breath caught as she looked over at Derrick and saw him staring at her.

He looked as sexy as he always did in his crisp suit, with his silken tie and vest, his hair mostly in place, though slightly tousled around the front. His eyes locked on her, and she felt as if they were penetrating her to the core; he looked as if she had caught him off guard.

“What is it?” she asked, tipping her head as she reached down to smooth the navy blue silk of her skirt over the middle of her thigh.

He shook his head slowly as his eyes drifted over her figure. “You wore that dress when we had the meeting with Preston Holdings,” he said quietly.

Eva was surprised and glanced down at her dress as he spoke. It had a V-neck and a tapered waist, with a kind of loose sort of pencil skirt that came to the middle of her thighs. She loved the color of the silk, and more than that, she loved the feel of it on her and the way that it clung to her in all the right places without overtly revealing too much of her skin, though it still hinted heavily at the figure that was hidden just beneath it.

“I wore this to that meeting?” she asked, not remembering it at first. “Oh… that’s right. I guess I did. I hadn’t given it too much thought. How sweet of you to remember!” She laughed softly and reached over to pat his hand.

His eyes stayed on her. “I remembered because I could barely focus on the meeting. All that I could think about is that dress… the way it looks on you… the hints of your skin that show in some places…” His eyes dropped to her breasts, and she felt blood begin to rush through her as her nipples hardened, remembering his touch and beginning to ache for it.

“It was all I could do to focus on Preston at that meeting instead of you. All I wanted was to…” he drifted off and looked back up at her face again. “I’m sorry. I know that we said we weren’t going to be like that with each other anymore. I forget sometimes. I can’t stop my mind from thinking about you, from wishing that we could…” He shook his head and looked away from her, facing straight forward. “I’m sorry. It’s difficult. I didn’t realize just how difficult it would be.”

She nodded and closed her fingers in his. “I know how you feel. I thought it would be easy, too, but it’s like this for me as well when I see you. I still want you just as much as I did before. That hasn’t changed. I still wish that we could… be close,” she whispered, and he turned to look back at her. There was a smoldering fire in his eyes and firmness to his jaw where he was clenching it.

“I won’t hurt you like that,” he said adamantly.

She reached her hand to his cheek and cupped her palm around it. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, but if I’m being honest with us both, then I have to admit that it hurts because we can’t touch or kiss or love each other the way we have. Either way, it hurts. It’s just that this way, without being together, it hurts without the pleasure mixed in. It hurts because I can’t have you, and you can’t have me, and yet we both still want each other so very much. That is the most painful… because we can’t have one another, not because we have had one another.” She gave him a half-smile, and she saw that he was struggling internally with his emotions.

They were perfectly still for a moment, and he leaned close to her, his nose nearly touching hers, his mouth only a breath away from hers. “You have no idea just how much I miss having you with me, and how much I wish that I could have you all the time; everything about you makes me miss you, makes me with that you were mine. Your scent, the soft feel of your skin, your beautiful brown eyes, your sweet, kind heart… this gorgeous body of yours, your sharp mind… everything about you, makes me so hungry, makes me wish with everything in me that I could have what I need. I feel as if there’s a massive part of me missing, and it’s only missing when you’re gone, when you aren’t in my arms, when you’re so close, but so far from my reach. It’s torture,” he whispered.

She felt everything inside of her stirring with mounting fire. She knew she shouldn’t do it. She knew that she should turn away from him. She knew that she had no business even entertaining the idea of loving him right then, right there, but somehow the heat in her that had begun burning so dangerously hot had begun to flow through her veins, through her heart, and it seared away the reasoning in her mind until all that she could think about was everything that she was feeling. All that she could focus on was the nearness of his lips, the feel of his breath on her skin, and the knowledge of what he felt like against her body.

“If it’s torturing you, then take what you need…” she told him in a breathy voice. She leaned closer to him, and with a touch as soft as angel’s wings, she moved her lips over his. “If you want it… if you want me…” she barely spoke.

He only hesitated a moment. In the next second, his mouth was on hers and his hands were at the back of her neck, his fingers entwined in her long black hair. His mouth moved with hers as he tasted her and drank her in, and the blazes of desire that had been burning in her depths swept through her with tremendous force that overtook her.

She turned and slipped her leg over his lap, straddling him, sliding her hands to his cheeks and then moving her fingers deftly over his necktie and the buttons at the front of his shirt. He closed his hands over her hips and brought her down low on his groin until she felt the solid form of his desire pressed against her. His fingers moved to the front of her dress where he undid it and pushed it back from the swells of her breasts, exposing her demi bra beneath.

There was an audible gasp from him as he stared at her for a second, taking in the view of her in that intimate moment. She loved the way that it felt to

watch him as he looked at her with such unbridled hunger and desire. With a sultry smile, she reached up to the clasp of her bra which was nestled in between her breasts, and she undid it, letting the material break free from her as her breasts seemed to escape from the bond of the cloth.

She watched his eyes as they moved over the curved shape of her, and when his hands and his mouth closed over the soft curves, she closed her own eyes and let her head fall back, reveling in the feel of his tongue and teeth on her nipples and his hot and ravenous kisses all over her.

“This is all we’ll do…” he mumbled as he fondled her lustily. “Just this…” he continued as his mouth took over all that was before him as though it might be the last time he would ever see a woman in his life. “We won’t do anything more than this… and we won’t do anything after this…” he added, trying to sound as if he meant every word he was saying.

“No…” she agreed, “this will be it…” She opened her eyes again and looked down at him, sharing a momentary gaze of abandoned desire as she brought her lips to his and moved her body closer to his chest.

Their kisses deepened, and her body burned at the core as she felt his hardness against her through their clothes. She knew exactly what he felt like inside of her, and having him that close without being able to feel him where she most wanted him was worse than torture to her. Against her better judgment, she began to move ever so slightly, slowly and gently swaying her hips back and forth over him.

He groaned, his hands firm on her breasts, his tongue tangled with hers, and they both grew even hungrier for each other. His hands fell from her breasts to her thighs, and he pushed her skirt up gently until it wasn’t covering any part of her lower body. He slid his thumbs slowly up the inside of her thighs until he reached the thin, silky fabric of her panties. As they kissed hotly, he slipped his thumbs beneath the material and began to massage her skin, spreading the wetness he found there over her.

She moaned long and low as they kissed harder and she gripped his shoulders with her fingers. “Derrick….” she breathed his name, lifting her mouth from his and moving herself against his thumbs, which he began to rub harder and faster against her. “This is all we’re going to do… right? Just this…?” she asked, wanting everything from him and telling herself that she was going to have to be sated with only the touch of his fingers on her and inside her as he slipped them into her and manipulated her deftly.

Eva grew breathless as her heart began to race, and she felt her blood and the fire in her churning beneath his touch. He whispered her name, watching her as his fingers moved deeper and more quickly. “Come for me, baby… come for me…” He took her nipple in his mouth again, sucking and biting at it, and she cried out, holding herself to him tightly.

“Derrick…” she gasped as her body trembled, and then his fingers were gone from her, and a moment later she felt his erection, hot and hard against her flesh. “Wait!” she breathed shallowly, “we weren’t going to do everything… we weren’t going to… let me give you another way out of this.” She spoke gently and softly and pushed herself off of his lap, planting her palms on his upper thighs as she wrapped her full lips around the head of him, sucking and kissing firmly at it.