Russian Billionaire's Virgin Assistant

“That was … different.”

“How?”

Ruth’s throat bobbed, her eyes darting around. She didn’t have anywhere to escape, though, and she knew it. “It was dark in the auditorium.”

“Bullshit. All anyone had to do was look away from the stage to see exactly what was happening.” I raked my eyes up and down her body. I wanted to rip her skirt and blouse off — they were way too ordinary for what I was certain was underneath.

“You were the one who started it.”

“And you did nothing to stop me.” I unfastened my belt, undid my pants, and drew out my cock. “Do you want to stop me now?”

Ruth hesitated for just a moment before slowly shaking her head.

“Say the words,” I demanded. “Tell me what you want.”

She was actually trembling. “I want to give you what you gave me last night. I want to make you feel good.”

“Then get on your knees.”

This whole situation was too good. My cock twitched as she dropped to the floor right where she stood, crawling toward me on all fours until she reached my chair. Looking up at me with half-lidded eyes, she straightened, her hands on my knees, and looked at her prize.

“It’s big,” she whispered.

“You already know how to take it. Now your mouth gets to learn.” She wet her lips and gently mouthed over my tip, making me exhale carefully. Backing off, she laved my length with her tongue. When she took me in her mouth again, she moved farther down.

“I’d like to keep you under my desk full time,” I told her, stroking her hair back so I could watch her swallow me whole. “Is that a position you’d like to apply for once your internship is done?”

Ruth coughed as she took a little too much of me, and I grinned. “What a good girl.” This was just what I needed to banish the last of my hangover and start feeling like myself again.

But as good as it was, I wanted more. Needed more. Needed to feel her body around me, go as deep as I wanted to. Thrust and grab and hold her down. First, though, I wanted a taste of her.

I took her by the chin and rolled my chair back. “Enough.”

“But you didn’t—”

“I wanted to fuck you last night, and now I’m going to,” I said. “Take off your panties.”

She stood and did as I asked, kicking them off while keeping her heels on. My cock still out, angry and hard, I lifted her on to my desk, leaned forward, and kissed the delicate petals between her legs. Ruth bit off a moan as I nosed them apart to lick and sample, dialing the pressure and rhythm up and down until I had her going. She was so sensitive, so responsive that I almost took her all the way there.

Right on the edge, she warbled a warning. “I’m going to come, Max!”

“No.” I backed away, smiling and licking her wetness from my lips. “You’re not. You’re going to come on my cock or not at all.”

I flipped her over and bent her across the surface of my desk, pens and papers scattering to the floor. The computer rocked back and forth, unsteady, as I nudged her legs apart, grinding my erection into her hip. She panted, a high whine in the back of her throat, and I grinned. She wanted this just as badly as I did.

“Talk to me,” I growled at her. “Tell me what’s going to happen.”

“I’m going to come,” she said.

“On what?”

“You. Your cock.”

I groaned at her filthy fucking mouth before reaching into my desk drawer for a condom. Nothing. What the fuck was this? I scowled as I rifled through the items in there, but still came up short. “Goddammit,” I muttered.

“What?”

“No condoms.”