Page 121 of Assistant to the Billionaire CEO

I pushed my chair back from my desk and got to my feet. “You shouldn’t be walking around too much in your current state.”

“Dr. Maxwell said a little exercise here and there won’t hurt, and he recommended at least thirty minutes of moderate-intensity exercise on most days. Besides, walking a few blocks hardly counts as exercise. It’ll be fun.” The smile on her face widened. “Or are you in the mood for something else?”

“Something else entirely.” I chuckled, stalking toward her like a creature slinking toward its prey.

“I hope whatever you have in mind has comfortable seating.” She slipped past me, pretending not to notice the way I approached her. I knew she was teasing me. She sat down on one of the chairs next to my desk and took off one of her brown stilettos. “Don’t get me wrong, I love walking, and I’d still love to walk to that Italian place, but these shoes arekillingme. I swear my feet are swelling up already.” She rubbed her heel and shook her head. “Will you still love me when I have Hobbit feet?”

“I’d love you even if you were a Hobbit.”

I crouched down in front of her.

Her eyes widened.

“What are you up to?” she asked, raising one of her eyebrows and quickly slipping her swollen foot back into her shoe. “You’ll give me a heart attack, getting down like that, almost like getting on one knee.”

“I just want to look at you.”

“Are…you sure?”

“I’m sure, baby.” I smiled at her, took her hands in mine, and kissed each in turn. “Besides, would it be that bad if I really was getting down on one knee? I mean, you’re looking at a man who is substantially richer than he was yesterday. This man could get you a pretty big diamond.”

“Do I look like the kind of woman who is worried about the size of a diamond?” She playfully scoffed, leaning forward and brushing the tip of her nose against mine. “Don’t answer that.”

I kissed her forehead.

“Wait, let me help you.” She laughed. “Maybe you could—”

I didn’t let her finish her sentence before I pressed my lips against hers. Hooking up in my office during late office hours had become somewhat of a habit, and I didn’t see why such a proud tradition should be interrupted. Apparently, she felt the same way, because she kissed me back like she’d never kissed me before. There was always something urgent and burning about the way her tongue met mine, and it drove me to absolute insanity.

“Oh, Mr. Windsor. What are you doing?” she jokingly cooed, pulling away from our kiss just long enough to say it.

“I’m about to give my assistant a pretty hard task.”

She grinned. “Are you now?”

I stood and scooped her up in my arms. Her long mahogany hair hung over one arm and her shapely legs hung from the other.

“Are we going to erect another project somewhere, Mr. Windsor?”

With a chuckle, I carried her over to my desk, swiped some papers off it, and set her down. I positioned myself between her legs. Her dress’s zipper slid down with a satisfyingwhirr. “The project has already been raised,Mrs. Windsor. We just need to see it through to its pinnacle,” I added as I wriggled her dress off her.

“You called me Mrs. Windsor again.” She blushed as she undid my belt buckle.

“I’m just practicing,” I growled.

I nudged her legs farther apart. Our hips met like a supernova imploding on itself. We kissed each other to muffle our moans. I nestled one hand in her curly hair while my other hand ran down from her neck, over her chest, to the small of her back. With one jerk, I pulled her closer to me, pushing myself in fully.Fuck. She threw her head back and loudly groaned, “Ohhhh! Ace…it feels amazing…”

“Yeah, baby…yeah.” I thrust into her and pulled her face toward me, pressing her lips against mine.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

We both froze. Someone cleared their throat behind my office door.

“Hm-hm. Are you okay in there, Mr. Windsor?” Mrs. Mills asked from the other side.

“Yes, I’m okay. Don’t come in. I’m just…exercising.”

“Exercising?”

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