Page 5 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

Sheri’s breath quickened at the wicked, extra-curricular notions. I have them much too often, she admitted with her lips tilted in a slightly libertine smile. After all, she wasn’t made of stone and Dean Cooper was a hot specimen of masculine goodness. It wouldn’t be natural if she didn’t have those little flutters both in the stomach and then down below, in between her fleshy thighs. There was that raven hair of his that curled temptingly, deliciously over the back of his collar and his striking six foot four height and utterly fit, toned frame that made anything look good.

It was a wonder how successfully she’d concealed her feminine reaction to his masculinity.

Every once in a while when she let down her guard just a tad, Sheri couldn’t help the fanciful notion that his eyes looked deep and silky enough to dive in and get lost within their smoky gray depths.

She sighed and basked a few moments more in her forbidden reverie, feeling her clit swell sympathetically at the prospect of being in Dean’s compelling presence again soon. She squeezed on her delicate vaginal muscles in self-gratification, knowing it wouldn’t do much good. She needed the real thing, but of course, that wasn’t forthcoming any time soon. She didn’t have a boyfriend and didn’t do flings or one-night stands. She’d been single for almost a year, and though she’d gone out a few times with some promising prospects, it had never amounted to much, certainly nothing able to soothe the ache within her core.

Stepping out of the elevator, her swiftly paced steps took her past the hallway and into Dean’s office. He was on the phone and she waited unobtrusively for him to conclude his call.

Her eyes flicked helplessly to his impressively broad, well-built frame, and she blushed slightly recalling her earlier fantasies of being “disciplined” by her boss. The sound of his sexy voice sent quivers down her spine and as their eyes met a brief moment as he glanced her way, she let out an imperceptible gasp.

Damn, she knew she’d come to care for this man beyond and above the call of duty. There was that exquisitely balanced blend of respect and desire, making Sheri wish it was nothing more than physical but that wasn’t the case. Dean Cooper was a man equal to no other and this only enflamed her already heated infatuation. An infatuation she’d hoped was short-lived, but after this many months of her nightly dreaming of his big, white hands on her curvy, chocolate-skinned body, she knew it wouldn’t be so simple.

Trying to stifle an involuntary moan from escaping, Sheri cleared her throat lightly and shifted her weight from foot to foot. Even that slight distraction seemed to rouse Dean’s attention as once again he looked over at her, but this time, he smiled.

Feeling like a love-sick idiot, she smiled back, while inwardly wondering what he would do if she knew what she was thinking right then – of him slamming her face down over his desk, lifting up her skirt, and thrusting his hardness into her sopping wet entrance then and there.

Unconsciously, she bit on her soft, full bottom lip and wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not, but did those piercing gray eyes darken? He was still talking calmly into the phone to someone from their ad agency, but now his gaze never shifted from her. She was alone in the same room with him all the time, yet something was different.

Finally, the call ended and Sheri almost sagged with hidden relief. Shooting forward, she handed Dean the shirt, making sure he got a good look as she awaited his verdict. He merely nodded, seemingly satisfied with it, even when she pointed out it wasn’t exactly what he’d wanted.

“It will do just fine, Sheri,” he said, using her first name, which they were wont to do when no one else was around.

“Well then, I’ll get back to my desk and finish reviewing those pending contracts and send some emails,” she babbled. Why did it suddenly seem so stifling? She couldn’t understand the rising tension in the atmosphere.

“In a moment,” he said, lifting a hand to give her pause. “There’s something I’d like us to discuss.”

“Sure,” she said, fighting down the butterflies doing cartwheels in her stomach. What the hell was going on? Ever since a week ago when they’d met unexpectedly at that restaurant, she’d made extra effort to put up a professional front. She had never even flirted with her boss, not once. She’d been on her best behavior from day one, yet now, she felt a strange sensation of guilt, almost as if somehow, she was afraid that he had suspected her secret fantasies about him.

But that was impossible, right?

He gave that charming white smile again, which both instantly relieved and confused her further. “Please sit down, Sheri.” He gestured toward a chair, which she took with a nod of thanks, which belied her inner turmoil. They had unscheduled meetings like this once in a while, but from the way Dean’s gray silvery eyes never left her shape as she seated herself, she started to have molten flames licking at her center.

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