“I’m your sexcretary. I’m in charge of this part of the evening.” He shook his head and took the plates to the sink anyway.
“You’re undermining my position, Mr. Blaine,” I said in my sexy voice.
“Oh, I think you’ll get over it,” he said with a wink as he scraped the plates and then started filling the sink with water to rinse everything. I got up and stood behind him, running my hands up and down the front of his pants.
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” He may have told me he was doing the dishes, but his pants were telling me a different story.
“Traitor,” he said, and I think he was talking to his dick. Then he dropped the plate he was working on, spun around, grabbed my face and kissed the daylights out of me as his hands worked on the buttons on my shirt.
“Whoa, red light,” I said into his mouth as I pulled away, but hooked my fingers on the waistband of his pants and pulled him toward my bedroom.
“I have to show you something first.” We reached my door and I swung it open to reveal that my bed had been covered with pens, papers, sticky notes and lots of other office supplies.
It took him a second to get it, but then he smiled.
“I think I’m picking up what you’re putting down, Miss Clarke,” he said and walked over to stand next to the bed.
“Oh no!” I said, pretending to be shocked and doing a terrible acting job on purpose. “My bed has turned into a desk. I guess we can’t use it.” I pouted and then Lucah took his arms and swept everything off my bed and onto the floor.
“How did you know I’ve always wanted to do that?” He said as he grabbed me and threw me on the now-clear bed.
“It’s my job,” I said, grabbing him and pulling him onto the bed on top of me.
~*~*~
A little while later, I was lying in my bed-turned-desk-turned-back-into-bed and Lucah was having fun with the sticky notes. I had ones all over my breasts that said kiss me and ones on my shoulders that said bite me and then he was working his way down and putting quite a few lick me and suck me notes in other places.
“You’re still hijacking my job, Mr. Blaine,” I said as he slapped another note on my thigh.
“I don’t care, Miss Clarke. I’m the boss and this is what I want you to do, so stay still. This is a very important project I’m working on here.” He did look like he was concentrating. That cute little crease between his eyebrows was back and I wanted to kiss it, but I wasn’t allowed to move.
It took a while and two packs of notes, but he pretty much covered my entire body with the little yellow notes. Just FYI, those things don’t stick too well to skin—he kept trying to get them to stay and getting frustrated when they didn’t.
“Now that you’ve got me like this, whatever will you do with me?” I said as he admired his work.
“Well, I must follow what all these notes say. They’re very important.” He took one last one that said kiss me and stuck it on my mouth.
And then he proceeded to remove and follow the directions on every single note until I was screaming his name and thinking that this whole sexcretary thing had been my best idea ever.
~*~*~
“So, Mr. Blaine. Is there anything else I can do for you?” I was exhausted and my room was filled with discarded sticky notes.
“Not a thing, Miss Clarke. Just stay there.” He got up and found the dessert, a non heart-shaped German chocolate cake. He carried the entire thing in, along with some forks and we ate it on my bed and he smeared me with frosting and I smeared him and we kissed and licked it off each other.
He was looking at me strangely as we fed each other bites of the cake.
“What is it?” That was a serious face if I’d ever seen one.
“I don’t just want nights, Sunshine.” He put the fork down and continued to look at me with such intensity it was almost hard to look back.
“I don’t want just nights. I want mornings. And mid-mornings and late mornings and noons and afternoons and evenings and everything in between. Sunrises and sunsets and twilight. I want it all.” I put down my fork.
I knew what he was saying, but I didn’t know what he was saying.
“I want to be with you. Definitions and everything. I want to call you mine.”
Shit. That was not part of the plan. I knew I was falling for him, but I didn’t count on him falling for me, too.