Page 24 of The Billionaire's Assistant

“Come here, Benjamin.”

Instead of standing up, he crawled across the floor to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Knowing that watching me get myself off had him hard again, seeing the hunger in his eyes, and hearing him ask if he could lick the cum off me had nearly driven me mad. He was fucking perfect.

I prayed he had no ulterior motive for applying to be my assistant. I knew he probably did, but I couldn’t accept that, not right now.

Ben put his hands on my thighs and slid them back and forth, clearly enjoying the smooth fabric of my tux. It was probably ruined, but if that was all I lost tonight, I’d come out ahead. It was easy enough to have another tux made.

He started with my balls, licking carefully, sucking and moaning as he cleaned up my cum. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I’d been with plenty of men, some of them had even been professionals, but no one had ever made me feel as out of control as Ben did. He worshipped my cock, licking me carefully, so intent, wanting every drop. I had no doubt he could come again if I jerked him off, but we’d done enough for tonight. I wanted him anticipating, on edge, thinking about me nonstop.

How the hell I was going to get any work done with him in the office? The company needed my focus, but something told me this time with Ben was too special to give up. What I felt for him went beyond lust, and exploring that mattered too, even if it scared the hell out of me.

He lapped up the last of my cum from my stomach, and I pulled him up so I could kiss him, growling into his mouth as I tasted myself on his tongue. I loved that I would send him home smelling like me, with the taste of me in his mouth. I wanted him covered in my scent. I wanted everyone to know he was mine, but it was too soon.

If there was pressure from his family to betray me, I wasn’t about to let anyone else know there was more between us. The fuckers would try even harder to get him to use that against me, or they would hurt him for letting things go this far. Neither was in any way acceptable. I’d considered simply doing away with his family. It wouldn’t be that hard for me. I knew people who could take care of it, but I also knew family was complicated. If I did that without talking to him, he might never look at me again the way he was looking at me right now.

Would he ever tell me the truth? If he was here to sabotage me, I wondered if there was any chance he was ready to confess. I doubted he trusted me enough after one rescue and a hot blow job. That wasn’t enough to convince a man who’d seen the sort of the shit he had with his family that I would back him up no matter what. Yet, I couldn’t resist giving it a try.

I cupped his face in my hands and looked into his eyes. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

His eyes widened, and the color in his face drained away. “I…I’m not sure what you want to hear.”

He was terrified, but I needed him to know he could talk to me. “Aren’t you?”

“I’m negative for everything if that’s your concern and…um…you can’t get me pregnant.”

I smiled and pulled him to me for a quick kiss. “I could sure as hell try, but like I told you before we’re going wait before I fuck you.”

“Jesus.” He pressed his hands to his face. “How do you make everything sound hot?”

“You’re pretty damn good at that yourself.”

I could practically hear his mind racing, trying to figure out what else he could say.

“I believe there’s more to your story about why you applied for this job. You can tell me whatever it is.”

Ben shook his head. “I should go home. We have a big day tomorrow.”

“And you will need some good sleep after tonight.”

“I…yeah. Um…is this…we probably shouldn’t have….”

“I told you I am going to be your first, Benjamin.”

“And you are always serious.”

I smiled. “That’s right.”

“But isn’t this….”

“Wrong? Risky?”

He nodded.

“Yes. And that makes it even hotter, doesn’t it?”

He sank his teeth into his bottom lip and color rushed back to his face.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” After a brief pause I tried again. “Are you sure there isn’t something you should tell me?”

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