Page 21 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

She could feel herself getting breathless. Is he even listening? “Dean?”

He turned her round and she caught the blazing heat in his eyes. Then, he slowly slid his hands from her waist to squeeze on her ass, making her gasp, “Dean.”

All he gave her was an evil grin before he steered her toward his desk. Backed up against it, Sheri’s token protestations tapered off as he laid hot kisses along her neck. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gave in to the sensual sensations of those tempting lips on her skin. But then she suddenly felt the blast of air on her exposed lower half as he yanked her dress up around her waist.

He hissed in a breath as he discovered that indeed Sheri had no panties on. “Christ,” he swore gruffly, then grabbed her shoulders and then spun her to bend over at the waist. She gasped in shock, already quivering in her high-heeled pumps. She normally loved being told what to do by Dean, but even better was when he made her, like now. He kept her bent forward with his hand on the back of her neck, while his other hand groped obscenely up the back of her naked thighs and ass.

“My sexy little exhibitionist,” he growled, while his middle finger began to tease her sex. “This time you’ve pushed me a bit too far.”

“Oh!” she moaned as that roving digit pushed past her labia and into her walls. Her head was already spinning and not only due to her bent-over position. Unable to speak or even think, she panted in lust as Dean pumped his finger in and out of her slick entrance.

He pressed up against her and she could feel his hardness against her ass, which brought a shiver racking through her. Whether in fear or anticipation she couldn’t tell, but he seemed able to read her concerns, saying, “Much as I want to bury myself deep inside you, instead I’ll settle for this quick primer to get you keyed up for tonight.”

“Tonight?” Sheri barely let out in confusion, but that was as far as she got before Dean slid another finger inside her to join the first, hooking them in perfect aim for her G-spot. He pounded inside her hot wet center, the hand on the back of her neck keeping her from straightening or fighting him off from sending her on a speedster to ecstasy. Her body, mind, and senses were under his command and they both knew it. He fingered her faster and harder, everything becoming a blur as he went deeper and deeper. She squeezed her eyes shut, her back vision crisscrossing in blacks and whites.

Already drenched from within, it was only a matter of seconds before she came. Just one last deep jerk of his fingers and he’d…

Noooooo…she mentally screamed as Dean suddenly stopped. Her knees were almost buckling, so it was a good thing he grabbed her up into his arms as he turned her around and kissed her mouth ravenously.

“I can play tormentor, too,” he growled against her lips.

“Dean, please,” she heard herself whine, her hand searching blindly down between their bodies as she began to stroke his thick, rock-hard member through his pants.

“I’ve made it through way too many ice-cold showers in the past week, to let you sway me so easily,” he admonished, then proceeded to gently straighten her clothes and hair, which thankfully was mostly still in place. But she’d definitely need to use Dean’s bathroom to take care of the drizzle coating her inner thighs, and maybe even…

“Don’t even think of finishing yourself off without me,” he warned, his hand cupping her jaws. She blinked at him innocently, but he wasn’t fooled. “I’ll know if you disobey me. Which wouldn’t please me at all. And you don’t want that do you, princess?”

No, I definitely don’t, thought Sheri, realizing she very much liked pleasing him. Once Dean was sure he had her compliance, he nodded in approval. “Now, as to later tonight, ensure you have yourself ready by 7 p.m. I’ll be picking you up as my plus one for the Quentin Jasper masked charity ball.”

Her eyes rounded in surprise. “But…I thought you planned on going with Elle Granger. I set it all up myself.”

“Well, I’ve changed my mind. As your boss, I think I have the right to, don’t you?”

“Not sure if standing Elle Granger up is a good idea,” she said doubtfully, biting on her bottom lip.

“That’s not for you to worry about. Besides, I really do need a plus one, since Elle does seem to have cooled off on me – or is it the other way round?”

Sheri narrowed her gaze on him in suspicion. “Is this just your underhand way to have me go out on a date with you? Because if so, I’ll just have to graciously decline.”

“Do me a favor and stop over-thinking things.” Dean gave her an arched glance. “You’ve accompanied me to such events before and even hosted a couple with me.”

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