The Billionaire and the Assistant (The Billionaires 3)

She pushed against me with all she had, fucking me back as hard as I was fucking her.

“Oh my God, Eli. Eli please.” I moved my other hand forward and began flicking her clit. “Jesus, I can’t take it. I can’t. Oh my God, I’m coming, I’m coming.” And she did. She came so hard around my fingers and my own cum filled her ass. The role play long forgotten as the pursuit of pleasure had taken over.

Then the unmistakable sounds of a door opening and footsteps, came through the intercom which we’d left on during our games. We were gonna have to be a lot more careful with that damn thing. A knock came from the door and Aidan’s voice boomed out. “You in there, Eli?”

“Yes, could you give us a moment please to finish up. We’re just near the end of some dictation.”

“You dirty bastard,” Aidan’s gruff voice was followed by a laugh. “Well, I was coming to see how the date went but I’m guessing the answer is extremely well. Just wanted to let you know that Lori and me will be at your New Year’s celebration. That’s if you two manage to make it there. Dictation, right? With focus on the dick I’ll bet. See you later guys. I’ll see myself out.”

With that the footsteps faded away, and the door banged closed.

Alex turned and rested her head on my chest. “Oh my God, I am so embarrassed. How am I going to face him at the party?”

“Alex,” I reminded her. “He owns his own adult movie company and runs a sex club. This is tame to him, like probably his idea of first base.”

She laughed. “Oh, of course. I don’t feel so bad now.” She replied. “And now, Mr. King. We really do have work to do.”

Alex

After our little dalliance in his office I returned to my desk and fired up my laptop. Eli made us both a coffee, and we spent a couple of hours getting caught up on things that had happened while we’d been away. Then I called my mom. Eli was right. I usually went home to California for the holidays. My parents lived in San Diego. But this year I’d told them I’d had chance of a vacation with a friend. They were always so encouraging of everything and told me to enjoy myself. I needed to explain myself.

“Hey, Mom.” I said when I heard her voice come down the line.

“Alexandra! Are you home? How was your vacation?”

“It was fantastic, Mom. Listen, are you seated? I have something to tell you.”

“Okay, sweetheart. You met a guy? I can hear a tone in your voice. You sound kinda loved up.”

“I am, Mom, I am.”

“Oh, honey, that’s fantastic. And when can me and your Pops meet this great guy?”

“I want you to come up on New Year’s Eve, Mom. He has lots of rooms in his house where you can stay, or if you prefer you can stay at my apartment.”

“Well, of course, we’ll stay at yours. Wouldn’t want to be a burden on your new boyfriend. Now what’s his name?”

“It’s Elias, Mom. Elias King.”

There was a pause.

“Elias King. Ah, sweetheart, I’d not realized he had a son, Elias jnr, right?”

“No, Mom. I’m with Elias.”

“But he’s older than your father.” My mom’s voice had gone higher in tone.

“We’re in love, Mom.”

“Well, okay, darling, if he makes you happy. Just let him know that your father will still be checking out he’s decent boyfriend material regardless of his age or bank balance.”

“Well, about that, Mom.”

“Yeah?” Her tone was now no-nonsense. “Now you got that confessional tone to your voice, girl. The one you got when I found out you’d been drinking underage with your cousin.”

“We got married. In Vegas.”

“Run that past me again.”