Page 42 of The Assistant
I unbuckle my seatbelt and approach her, settling myself on my knees in front of her. She looks away from the window with wide eyes, immediately shaking her head. She presses her kneesfirmly together while I rest my hands on them and pry them apart.
“Dawson! What the hell are you doing?” She nervously looks around for any crew members and sees that none of them are nearby. I don’t pay that much attention. Private jet crews see all kinds of things, and this is barely even scandalous in their eyes.
I reach a hand up to press it against her already damp center.
“Harper... You act like you don’t want this, but you’re already so turned on,” I whisper as I reach for the waist of her skirt and pull it down. She still looks nervous as she scans the cabin to make sure we’re alone.
“Someone could walk in,” Harper says as she pushes my hands away from her. Whenever she moves them, I bring them right back to her thighs and let them feel every part of her body. She can’t keep me away from her. “Do you know how wrong this is? You’re my boss. You’re my stepbrother. People are going to talk.”
“Let them,” I say as I bring my mouth to her panties and flick my tongue over her sensitive clit. She gasps, and all the fight she had in her seems to disappear at once. I watch with satisfaction as she sinks back in the seat, and her legs instinctively part for me. “If they’re going to walk in, I want to give them a show. I want them to know that you’re mine.”
Harper just shakes her head and bites her lip, squeezing her eyes shut, so she doesn’t have to contend with the fact that this is so public. This is just one of the many benefits of flying private.
I tease her a little outside her panties, watching as she starts breathing heavily and letting the pleasure take a hold. Her logical thinking seems to disappear, as expected, and I know that soon enough she’s going to melt like butter in my hands.
“How about you tell me what’s going on now?” I say as I pull my mouth from her pussy and kiss her thighs gently. She looks down at me and shakes her head.
She has no idea what she’s about to get herself into. I reach up, and I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them off, dropping them casually on the cabin floor.
My tongue slides through her folds before landing on her clit and swirling around it. She tries to stay quiet as she moans, clasping a hand over her mouth to stifle any sound. I reach up and grab both of her hands, holding them against the armrest of the chair so she can’t. She tries to pull them away, but she’s not strong enough and eventually she gives in.
“Oh my god,” she moans out, trying to keep herself quiet but failing. I move one of her hands so I’m holding both of hers down with my left and slowly inch my finger toward her entrance.
Her legs open wider, and I slide it inside, feeling how she grips me tight as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. I keep going, letting her think I’m going to bring her this pleasure she so desperately wants right now.
As I feel her on the verge, I pull my hand away and move my mouth back, sitting up to look at her.
“No!” Harper says, lifting her hips to try to encourage me to get back to work.
“Not until I have an answer from you,” I say, waiting for her to elaborate on whatever has her in a sour mood. “You’re hiding something.”
She just shakes her head and wrinkles her eyebrows, determined not to open her mouth. It only makes my curiosity grow. It’sfrustrating that she won’t tell me, too. Everything in her life right now is up in the air, and if I can’t trust her, how am I supposed to fight for her? I need her to tell me what’s going on.
I bring my mouth back to her, and she lets out a sigh of relief as my tongue starts pleasuring her again. This time, I slide two fingers inside her, and she can’t control the desperate moans as she gets closer and closer. When I pull away, she lets out a whimper that excites me more than all of this.
“I can end this for you right now if you just tell me,” I say, staring up at her with an unmoving expression while she writhes from the discomfort of being left on the edge.
“I can’t,” she says.
“Suit yourself. We’ve got an hour before we land, so I hope you’re ready,” I say before letting my mouth crash into her again.
This time, I can feel the desperation in her body as she tries to grind her hips against my face, forcing an orgasm that I’m not going to let her have. I let go of her hands and hold her against the seat, not letting her move. She’s completely at my mercy, and this loss of control is driving her wild.
My cock is aching and desperate to fill her up again, and I’m prepared to take this to another level if she doesn’t speak up.
When I pull away from her for the fourth time, I see the resignation in her eyes. I don’t even have to open my mouth before she’s ready to give in.
“Malik called me!” she shouts, looking at me with a mixture of emotions I struggle to read through the lust. “He told me that I missed some kind of an appointment, but I didn’t know what he meant. Then he invited me to dinner, and I turned him down.”
Malik called her, and she didn’t tell me. This feels like a betrayal, and my blood is boiling.
Who the hell does Malik think he is calling her? He knows that she doesn’t know about this deal, so why would he get involved like this?
Harper is mine, and there’s nothing he can do about it. She’s mine, and I’m going to claim her right now. Malik is never going to be able to have her the way that he wants her. I’ve made damn sure of that.
“Dawson,” Harper whispers, sitting up and watching me closely. She doesn’t know what I’m thinking, but she can see the darkness in my eyes.
I stand up and unbuckle my pants, dropping them to my ankles. “He asked you to dinner?”
