The Executive's Secretary, page 4
“This is not how I imagined my night going.”
“Neither did I,” he said.
I pulled his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. His broad shoulders rose and fell with each breath he took. His shirt stretched tightly over his torso. I bit my lip as I took in every bit of him.
He was delicious.
“I want you, Piper.”
“I want you so bad too.”
He reached for my panties and yanked them off. I gasped as he thrust a finger in my pussy as we stood in the center of my living room. He pulled it out and thrust back in, continuing this motion, harder and faster.
“You’re so wet.”
“Uh huh.”
I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it before unzipping his pants. His cock throbbed as I reached in and grasped it. I could feel my inner most muscles clench and tighten at the sight and size of the glorious member before me. I wanted it inside me so bad.
“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” He suggested.
“Okay,” I agreed.
I removed his finger from my dripping wet pussy and lead him to my bedroom. He removed his pants and unbuttoned his shirt as I sat on my bed. He stood over me staring down as his lips quirked up at the corners a bit before he eased himself down on the bed, gently pushing me back. He held himself up above me coaxing my mouth open with his. His kiss demanding, his tongue playing with my own. I moaned as my tongue took over. He placed a hand in my hair, the other traveled down my spine to my waist and finally to my ass. His hand squeeze hard.
He held onto me rubbing his hard cock against my pussy. Even with his boxers on it felt amazing. The teasing and tormenting was almost unbearable. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. I didn’t know how much longer could contain myself. He drove me insane. I wanted to ravage his body. Holding onto him, I clawed at his biceps and back. He felt so muscular and strong. I moved my hands from his body to his hair. It was so unbelievably soft and messy. I tugged at it breaking our kiss. A soft groan escaped his lips as I kissed and nipped at his Adam’s apple.
He let go of me and pulled down his boxer briefs. His cock sprung free as he maneuvered between my thighs. I could feel the tip brush against my wet slit. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I couldn’t wait. I need his cock inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, coaxing him to fuck me.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“More sure than anything,” I said.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Why?” he paused and stared down at me.
“Why do most women go on birth control?”
“You’re fucking someone?”
“Was. Why are we talking about this right now?”
He shrugged and thrust his dick in my pussy. A glorious feeling that made my inner most muscles clench in pure ecstasy.
He felt amazing.
He grasped my hips and continued to pound my pussy as hard and as fast as he could. I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm. A shudder of pleasure took over my body. I held onto Bryce as he threw his head back and slowed his thrusting.
“Don’t slow down,” I begged.
“I’m making this last,” he said with a smile.
“My pussy. Oh God,” I said.
“Oh yeah.” He smiled as he slowly pulled his cock out, watching the joy and pleasure on my face as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “How’s that?”
“Mmmm. Oh, Bryce.”
He slammed his cock back in as hard and fast as he could and continued going faster and faster. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to orgasm. I wanted to feel him orgasm. I wanted to hear him moan and scream.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Please!” I begged again.
“Come for me!” he ordered.
“Oh yeah.”
I could feel the explosion getting ready. I could feel Bryce’s cock throbbing in my pussy. He moaned, he groaned. I clawed at his sweaty back as we orgasmed. I fell back as he collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting. I was starving and exhausted.
My pasta is probably cold by now.
“So about those reports?”
“You’re more than welcome to finish them,” I said. I rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
“What are your plans for the rest of the night?” he asked.
“Food, TV, and sleep.”
“Feel like company?” he asked.
“All night?”
“Sure.”
“Um, I guess,” I said.
“Good.”
Chapter Six
We spent the entire night in bed. I didn’t understand what had happened. Or what I was feeling. I was determined all this time to hate the man, I didn’t think about any what if’s. There were never supposed to be what if’s.
My alarm blared to life before the sun was even up, as it did every weekday morning. I kept my eyes closed for a bit. Could last night have just been a dream? With baited breath, I waited to see if I felt movement next to me. After what seemed like an eternity, I moved. He wasn’t there. My heart sunk a bit at the sting of the fact he didn’t bother to stay all night.
“You have a terrible coffee selection,” a voice called from beyond my bedroom door.
He didn’t leave!
“Uh, well it’s usually just me drinking it.”
“So, you drink this wretched stuff?”
“It’s not that bad. I like it.”
“You tolerate it,” Bryce said, walking into the bedroom with two mugs.
I shrugged. “It’s what I’m used to.”
“Right.” He sipped slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. “We need to get a move on it. Those reports must be finished before 10 am.”
“Who is this merger with?” I asked.
“Thompson and Sons.”
I stared wide eyed. Surely not the Thompson and Sons. The single largest importer of fine art on the East coast. “How did you manage that one?”
He arched his brows at me.
“Right, right. You’re the business genius.”
“I must go. It wouldn’t be appropriate for the owner to show up to work in his wrinkled suit from yesterday.”
“No, people might talk.”
“Troy…”
“Piper,” I said.
“Piper, we can’t let people in the office know what happened.”
“Understandable. It wouldn’t be good for everyone to know that the boss fucked his secretary,” I agreed.
“Is fucking,” he corrected.
“Huh?”
“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I rather enjoyed last night.”
“Oh, well I did as well. But I didn’t think you’d want to keep doing this.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he questioned.
“I don’t know. I guess I just assumed…”
“Assumed I was one of those guys who fucks someone then leaves?”
“No. I mean I dunno. Maybe.”
“Don’t assume things, Miss Troy.”
Putting the mug down, Bryce stood and put his shirt on before striding toward my front door. “I’ll see you in the office, Miss Troy.”
“Of course, Mr. O’Connell.”
Good job, Piper. You’re a fucking idiot.
I flopped back onto my pillow, letting the coffee slosh out of my mug and onto myself.
“Ow, ow, ow. That’s hot. That is hot coffee!” I yelled at myself, putting the mug on the nightstand, and jumping up.
The day should have been amazing. Everything started off like shit.
“How? How can a day that followed such a crazy night of fucking start like this?”
The only thing that could help me feel better was the shower. The hot water always helped me clear my head when shit was hitting the fan and it seemed to be going that way. Rushing through my typical morning routine, I grabbed the files and ran out the door. It was already 7:30 and like Bryce said, those reports had to get done.
Normally I was the first one in; however, there were already lights on when I walked off the elevator.
“Hello?”
No answer. I trudged to my desk and sat down with the massive stack of papers, ready to get started on the daunting task.
“Miss Troy, it’s about time?”
I jumped up, knocking over the papers, and almost fell over my chair, “Holy fuck.”
He arched his eyebrows at me.
“What are you doing here already?”
“The merger, Piper.”
“You’re never here early for that sort of thing. I always set everything up.”
He sighed heavily and walked back to his office.
“Hey! Wait.”
“What?” he questioned.
I reached out to grab his arm but stopped. “Why are you being like this?”
“Like what?”
“This. So aloof.”
“I’m not being aloof. You told me what you think of me and I guess that’s all I need to know.”
“I never told you what I think of you.”
He turned on me, his nostrils flared, “You assumed I was only after a quick, one-night stand. That says enough.”
“That’s the only thing I know about you.”
He shook his head at me again. “Then that shows you don’t know shit about me.”
“No, Bryce. I don’t know anything about you besides what I’ve read in the papers and what’s on our company website.”
“The papers don’t always tell the truth.”
“Maybe not, but you don’t refute them.”
“I don’t need to.”
“No, but I don’t know what you’re really like,” I argued.
“If that’s what you think I’m like, what does that say about you?”
I gasped. “It says nothing about me.”
“You slept with me thinking that I was never going to start a relationship with you.”
“Yeah, well, I…” my voice trailed off.
He had me there.
“It doesn’t matter. We need to get these reports done.”
I watched as Bryce turned from me and started to walk away. I couldn’t let him just walk away without doing something. Grabbing his shoulder, I spun him around to look at me. My heart thudded in my chest and my mouth was dry. He stared down at me. Gathering whatever courage I had in my body and stood on tiptoe to reach his lips. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled his head to mine.
“I don’t care about what those papers say.”
“This can be bad, Piper.”
My answer was to press my lips to his, letting them linger for as long as possible.
We pulled apart at the sound of the elevator ding.
“Too work,” he whispered, his hands lingering on my waist. “We have to keep things as normal.”
“Right.”
Bryce treated me like he always did. Every time he called me into his office I could feel my face flush. He called me in to the office a lot more than any other day.
“Mr. O’Connell My heart seemed to be stuck in my throat the entire day and I was counting down the minutes to six o’clock.
“We’re going to the bar,” Alyssa said, not looking up from her computer.
“What?”
“The bar. Me and you. You have been a total spaz today.
I nodded and went back to the process cost reporting sheets that needed to be in for end of quarter reporting.
The clock slowed down the closer end of day got. I couldn’t wait to get out of the place and hit the bar with Alyssa. There was nothing that was needed more at the moment than that. Time away and time to think.
“Time to go!” Alyssa stopped tapping on her computer and stood up.
“I have a few more things to do…”
She shook her head. “Nope. We’re done. Now.”
“We’re going to Olive or Twist.”
“Oh, okay.” I grabbed my jacket and followed my friend to the bar.
“What happened to you the other day?” Alyssa asked, waving down the bartender.
“The same thing that always happens to me. I had to take care of my child boss.”
“What?”
“He got drunk after the board meeting.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I got him home and ended up staying to make sure he didn’t die,” I said.
“Two angry orchards,” Alyssa shouted over the music that started. “You do care about him!”
“No I don’t. He’s the guy that signs my paycheck. If he dies I’m out of my job.”
“Sure, Piper, it was all about work.” She winked as she walked away from me.
“Oh, come on, Alyssa. Don’t even start thinking like that. I don’t think of Bry-Mr. Thomson like that.”
“What were you going to call him? Bryce? On a first name basis? Did you do more than drunk-man sit him?” she asked, arching her eyebrows at me.
“No! Absolutely not.”
“Sure.”
“Alyssa, I did not have sex with my boss.”
“Let’s go find a good spot to hear the band.”
“Did you hear me? I didn’t sleep with Mr. O’Connell. Are you listening to me? I didn’t sleep with him.”
She winked as she pushed through the crowd.
There goes the office gossip.
“Those guys are checking us out,” she yelled, pointing to two guys standing near a table at the edge of the dance floor.
“No, Alyssa. We’re here for the band.”
“We can have fun.”
“I’d rather drink and listen to the band. How often do The Brandfords play in town?”
“Oh, come on, Piper.”
“After the first set, if they’re still there you can go flirt all you want.”
“You’re boring.”
The next song started as a waitress brought over two more drinks, setting them on the small table next to us.
“We didn’t order these,” I said.
“There from a gentleman in VIP.”
“VIP?” Alyssa asked.
“Yes,” the girl answered.
“Who the hell do we know in VIP?”
“Don’t look at me. I don’t know anyone rich enough for VIP.” I laughed.
While Alyssa argued with the waitress trying to figure out who the mystery man was my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Bryce O’Connell, CEO of Bitching: I had no idea you liked the Brandfords.
Me: You never bothered to ask what kind of music I asked. You are always too busy bitching at me and barking out orders.
Bryce O’Connell, CEO of Bitchin: That is my job. I am your boss.
Me: Are you the mystery man in VIP?
Bryce O’Connell, CEO of Bitching: Of course not. I have better things to do then send my secretary a beer.
Me: There will be gossip tomorrow.
Bryce O’Connell, CEO of Bitching: When isn’t there gossip?
Me: This time it will include me? I don’t like being included in workplace gossip.
Bryce O’Connell, Ceo of Bitching: Please, feel free to send back the beer.
Me: I’m not one to refuse a free drink.
Bryce O’Connell, CEO of Bitching: Be ready at eight o’clock sharp on Saturday.
Me: Is that an order?
Bryce O’Connell, CEO of Bitching: Yes.
“She wouldn’t tell me.” Alyssa pouted as the waitress walked away.
I knew the girl wouldn’t. I figured there was a big tip in it for her if not. I watched as she walked past the security guards and up the stairs to the railing overlooking where us mere peasants watched the talent play. There he was, leaning against the railing with a few of his other billionaire friends. We locked eyes for a brief moment. A smile played at his lips as he raised his beer bottle to me. I felt a craving down below. A yearning. I wanted him. Bad. His jeans hugged at his hips and his button-down shirt stretched across his torso nicely. His hair was such a tousled mess.
“I know.”
“You know, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Who?” she followed my gaze up and her jaw dropped. “Oh my god! Bryce O’Connell! You two do have a thing going on.”
“No, Alyssa we don’t. I swear this was purely coincidental.”
“So, he sends you drinks now?”
“I don’t know why he did.”
“Sure you do.”
“Go up there with him,” she urged.
“No way.”
“Come on. How awesome would it be to party with Bryce O’Connell?” she squealed.
“Yeah then work with him tomorrow? It’s bad enough he bought us a drink,” I muttered.
I turned my back to him so I wouldn’t have to see his face as I quickly finished off my first beer. Things at work were already going to be awkward.
“Fine. If you won’t go to him then I’m going to that table of guys over there.”
“Have fun. I’m listening to the band.”
I wanted to go have fun. I wanted to flirt. It was weird now. He was upstairs, and I had no idea if he was watching me. My heart thudding hard against my chest as I casually turned around only to see he had left his spot. He was nowhere to be seen.
Seriously? Wow.
I looked at Alyssa who had taken up with the guys and was more than happy flirting and dancing.
What the fuck am I doing?
I picked my heart and stomach up off the ground and made my way toward my friend.
“You decided to join me.” She giggled.
“Yeah. It was getting lonely over there.” I smiled.
“Well I’d like you to meet Carlos and Mathew. Carlos and Mathew, this is my friend Piper.”
“Hi, Piper,” they said in unison.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
“Do you need another?” the tall, skinny guy named Mathew asked.
“Um, yeah, it’s just about empty.”
He raised his arm and in a flash a waitress appeared out of nowhere. As she took our orders my phone began vibrating once more.
Bryce Thomson, CEO of Bitching: Replace me already?
Me: What?
Bryce O’Connell, CEO of Bitching: Make new friends?
