PLAYBOY'S PERSONAL ASSISTANT

chapter 9

ALEX

Alex shut the door behind him and fell into the leather chair. He had a woman I the room right next to his but all he could think about was the woman he saw today after four years, his ex Jean. He stared at his drawing board and curled his hands into tight fists to stop the itch. He wanted to create. He envisioned materials such as limestone and brick, with flowing images of glass and sleek curves. The pictures danced behind his closed lids at night, and here he was, and stuck most of the day in board meetings. He cursed under his breath. Okay, so the board members aggravated him, with the pencil-pushing tactics and money-grubbing ideas. Most of them opposed the waterfront contract, believing the company would go bankrupt if he took the job and couldn’t deliver. But now he had just signed the biggest contract of his life with the woman who broke his heart. Jean. Her name alone was a punch in the gut. He remembered the way she shrieked and shook her head and bounced around the living room in a victory dance after winning chess the years ago when they were dating. A grown woman acting like a child. And once again, he had laughed his ass off. Somehow, as beautiful as his companions were, their slick wit only rippled the surface. Jean made him connect with a deep belly laugh, like he was young. Earlier today when he saw her in he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. He was about to get up when his phone buzzed. “Yes?” “you up for a drink?” twenty minutes later Alex was sitted across from the woman he loved Jean. Alex stared at the woman before him and tried to swallow. Her smoky voice set off even smokier images of her naked and demanding and… rollicking. He bit off a curse and reached for more liqour trying to buy some time. Her whole demeanor screamed s*x. The innocence of youth had burned off and left behind a pure-blooded woman with pure-blooded needs. He wondered what kind of man satisfied those needs. He wondered how ripe her breasts would feel in his hands, or how her lips would taste under his. He wondered what she wore under the clinging red dress. He then started wondering if her husband knew she was here with him right now.

“Alex?”

“Hmmm?”

“Did you hear me?”

“Yeah. What did you say?”

“Do you want to go back to an hotel or something?” Tension snapped the air around them. He took a few steps away, desperate for some distance. “Is your husband okay with that?”

“Hmmm,”

“interesting. So, you’re saying you can screw around and your husband is okay with it?”

“I am saying my husband and I have an arrangement. now do you want to f**k me or not?“ If ice cubes were available he would have sucked them down one by one. Her statement made a strange heat rise to his skin. Her tone was mild. Her smile seemed easy and genuine. Alex felt poised on the edge of some female power trip, and he recognized he was on losing ground. He rallied for the upper hand. “yeah of course am down. Let’s get out of here.” She smiled then. A delicious, feminine smile that promised delights beyond imagination and promised it all to him. His heart stopped, paused, then went on beating. Fascinated, he waited for her next words but all she did was carry her purse and lead the way out.

Jean squirmed in her seat as the silence in the black BMW stretched between them. Her ex-boyfriend and now business partner seemed just uncomfortable as her, and chose to focus his energy into his MP3 player. She tried not to wince when he finally settled on Mozart. He actually enjoyed music without words. She almost shuddered again when she thought of sharing the same bed after so long. It has been almost four years since she left Alex and he still looked the same only more handsome and well polished now. His social status had also changed since he was a billionaire now and not the poor boy she knew form back then.

“Do you have any Black Eyed Peas?” He looked puzzled by the question. “To eat?” She held back a groan. “I’ll even settle for some of the old classics. Sinatra, Bennett, Martin.” He remained silent. “Eagles? Beatles? Just yell if any of these names sound familiar.” His shoulders stiffened. “I know who they are. Would you prefer Beethoven?” “Forget it.” They veered back to silence with a piano background. Jean knew they were both nervous as the miles to the hotel shortened. She decided to try again. “I saw you were named one of the most eligible bachelor under thirty to watch out for.” That remark rewarded her with a chilling look. “Yes.” He said with just one word and concentrated back on the road.

“well congrats Alex.” She blinked. “Did I commit a crime?”

They all went back to sitting in total silence as before.

As soon as they were in the hotel room, She uncorked an expensive chardonnay and watched him sip it. The citrusy scents of wood and fruit rose to her nostrils. She battled for one minute, then surrendered. One glass. After all, she deserved it. She poured herself a glass and took a sip. The liquid slid down the back of her throat, the taste both tingly and dry. She uttered a low moan of pleasure. Her tongue licked the edges of her lips and her eyes closed as the flavor pulsed through her body. … Alex started to say something, then stopped cold. The sight of her sipping and enjoying her wine put every muscle in his body in a lock. The blood pounded through his veins and his groin shot to full alert. Her tongue licked her lips with such delicate strokes, he wished she tasted something other than the wine. He wondered if she made those throaty sounds when a man was buried deep inside her wet, clinging heat. He wondered if she’d be as tight and hot as her mouth, closing around him like a silky fist, milking every last drop of his reserve and still demanding more. That tight stretchy dress revealed every curve of her body, from her sweet butt to the luscious length of her legs.

“can I please have some water?” she asked in the most soft voice Alex had ever heard. He immediately got up to go fetch the water for her.

Alex came back with a bottle of water and two glasses and then he realized Jean was naked. Her red had slid down over her shoulders and now gaped open. Her sash slipped unnoticed to the floor. He expected to catch a glimpse of some lacy negligee made to incite a man’s lust. He got much more. Jesus, she was perfect. No fabric marred the endless curves of warm, gilded flesh. Her breasts were lush and made for a man’s hands, her n*****s the color of a ripe strawberry that begged for a man’s tongue. Her hips formed the ancient hourglass figure artists based fantasies on instead of sharp bones that dictated the current fashion. Miles of long legs. A tiny scrap of fire engine red panties was the only thing that blocked his view. The words died in his throat. His breath stopped, then rushed out like he’d been punched in the gut.. Alex used his two-second time span to make a decision. Her fingers started to yank up the material when he blocked her motion, lowered his head, and stamped his mouth over hers. Shock held her immobile and he used the time to his advantage. One quick thrust parted her plump lips and allowed him entry—entry to every slick, feminine heated corner of her mouth. Drugged on the taste of her, he circled her tongue with quick, urgent strokes, begging her to give it all back to him. And she did. Full power. As if a tightly closed door opened under a sharp kick, Alex almost heard the shatter as their control broke. She opened her mouth and drank, then made her own demands as a low growl of hunger escaped her lips. He pushed her hard against the wall and challenged each thrust of her tongue, as her arms wrapped around his neck and her back arched. Her breasts tilted upward for full offering. His head spun as her flavor swamped his senses. His hands came around to cup her heavy breasts, his thumbs rubbed her tight n*****s. He became mad for the feel and taste and sight of her. A mass of dogs swarmed around their ankles, their crazed barking just a secondary noise to the roar in his blood. He tore his mouth from hers to sink his teeth into the delicate line of her neck. A shudder wracked her body, and he made a low murmur of satisfaction as he moved lower to feast on her breasts, his tongue delicately licking the tip, nibbling, while she squirmed against the wall and urged him on. His mouth opened over her and he fed, sucking hard on her strawberry n****e as his hands slid around her back to grasp the curve of her buttocks, forcing her hips up to cradle the length of throbbing, hard flesh begging for entry. “Alex, I” “Don’t tell me to stop.” He looked up. Her breasts were slick from his mouth, her n*****s tight and aroused by his attentions. Her belly quivered. Swollen lips parted, allowing panted, ragged breaths to escape. Her eyes darkened to a deep, drowning blue as her gaze locked on his. A second passed as he waited. A moment. A century. “Don’t stop.” She pulled his head down and kissed him. He ravaged the flesh of her lips as if he was imprisoned and she was his last taste of freedom, felt himself sink into the depths of her body until…