The Assistant (2 page)

So now he lay in bed, his eyes fixed on his bedside clock as he counted down to her arrival. As soon as it hit 7AM, he heard the familiar jingle of keys and his front door opening soon after. Right on time, he thought, flipping over to his stomach and closing his eyes to feign sleep.

Abigail entered the apartment, shaking her head at the lack of noise. A quiet place only meant that Blake was still asleep. Trust that the one day he needed to be up early is the day he goes back to his antics, she thought begrudgingly.

Marching straight to his bedroom, she was already prepared to give him a piece of her mind, even planning on throwing a bucket of cold water on him if he even tried to ignore her. She harshly pushed the door open, not giving a care at the loud bang it made when it collided against the wall.

Blake snapped his head up at the sound, turning his gaze towards the door. Through half-lidded eyes, he found her with her hands on her waist, a heel-clad foot tapping against his carpeted floor impatiently. He groaned before dropping his head back on his pillow, smothering his smile in the soft down.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she grumbled. “Blake!”

“Go away,” he said, his voice muffled by his pillow.

“Did you forget what today is?” she asked, her voice cracking in disbelief.

“Tuesday?”

“Very funny,” she deadpanned. “For the sake of your career, get up.”

“Give me a break, alright?” he said, rolling over with his back to her. “I had a long night.”

“That’s not my problem,” she pointed out. “You knew how important today is. You should have known better than to go gallivanting all over the city.”

The only response she received was silence. She dropped her arms from her waist and clenched her fists at her sides, trying to hold back a scream of frustration at the idea that he had fallen back to sleep.

Abigail kicked off her shoes so she could have better footing when she tried to pull him out of bed. Blake’s smile widened when he heard the soft thuds against the floor, knowing that she had gotten rid of her shoes and was probably getting rid of her jacket as he lay there waiting.

He felt the cold of the air conditioning hit his feet, finding her at the foot of the bed through the slits of his eyes with his blanket clutched in her fists. She pulled at the soft material only for him to tighten his grip on it, almost making her fall over when it didn’t budge.

“You are unbelievable,” she complained, marching to the side of the bed and looking down on him. She leaned down and reached for one of his pillows. “Get up,” she demanded, hitting his face with it.

“Ow.”

“Don’t make me pour a bucket of cold water on you,” she warned.

“Five more minutes, please?” he whined, making a move to turn over to the other side. Gotcha, he thought, smirking when she leaned down to wrap a hand around his arm.

In one swift move, Blake pulled Abigail down, her slender frame crashing against his. He laughed at her squeal of surprise, giving away that he had been faking it.

“You jerk!” she said, punching him in the shoulder. “Stop fooling around and get up!”

“See,” he started, a thoughtful look crossing his features. “In my head, I’m not fooling around and I’m actually very up.”

Abigail’s cheeks flamed crimson when the meaning of his words sank in. Add the fact that she was lying on top of him while he was practically naked with his arms wrapped around her, and she had no chance at trying to hide it. Blake’s grin widened at her deep blush, even chuckling when she averted his gaze.

“Will you please get serious?” she said, squirming in his embrace. “You’re gonna be late.”

“To what?” he asked, acting clueless.

“You have an important meeting in an hour,” she hurriedly reminded him. “And it’s across town! We’ll be lucky if we get there with a minute to spare but that’s only if you get a move on and get ready.”

“The meeting with the reps from the Thompson Group, right?” he mused.

She opened her mouth to speak but stopped short, noticing the gleam in his eyes. He was amused from what she could tell. “What are you hiding from me?” she asked suspiciously.

Blake threw his head back in laughter before explaining what had happened the previous night, adding how not only did they cancel the meeting this morning but also how all they needed was for the papers to be drawn and signed for the deal to be a hundred percent in the bag.

“I hate you so much right now,” Abigail grumbled, narrowing her eyes at him as he continued to laugh. She tried to push up off his chest, only to crash back down when he tightened his grip around her. “Can you let go?”

“Nah, I kinda like you right where you are,” he replied. “Nice view, by the way.”

She slapped his chest when she noticed him looking down her shirt. They had grown comfortable enough to be able to call each other friends but it was another thing to get teased from across the room as compared to being teased while his morning wood was pressed against her leg.

She tried to break free from his grasp once again but he proved to be too strong and too stubborn to let go. “Come on,” she whined. “If you’re not doing anything today, that means I’m not needed and we can both have a day off.”

“Who says you’re not needed?”

Abigail tensed when she heard the low seductive tone, swallowing thickly when she felt one of his hands graze her thigh, slowly pushing her skirt higher. She raised her blue eyes to meet his green ones, left mesmerized at the lust she saw shining in them.

“What are you doing, Blake?”

“I think you know exactly what I’m doing.”

“We can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

Her mouth opened and closed, no words coming out. She had no idea what to say and whatever reason she could think of, she knew he’d shoot down. And with how his hand was now massaging her inner thigh, she wasn’t really sure if she wanted him to stop.

Her eyes fluttered shut when his hand moved to the apex of her thighs, one finger lazily tracing at her lace-covered mound.

His eyes stayed focused on her face, waiting to see if she was going to snap out of her daze and slap him silly for overstepping his bounds. But nothing of the sort came; only a breathy sigh as his finger grazed her clit through her panties.

Blake nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her sweet floral scent as he peppered kisses along the column of her throat, slowly making a path to her mouth. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, softly nibbling on the plump flesh, still waiting for her to react violently to his ministrations. To his surprise, Abigail made the move to deepen the kiss, cupping his head between both hands, her tongue darting out to trace at the seam of his lips. He parted his lips and allowed her to take control, her tongue delving into his mouth to battle with his own.

She gasped when he pushed her panties to the side and sank a finger into her honeyed depths, what little control she did have easily being taken away.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.

“I don’t see you trying to move away,” he pointed out. “And by the feel of you, I don’t think you want to.”

She cursed mentally at how her body had betrayed her, her wetness making it apparent how turned on she actually was.

“Just relax.”

Abigail tried to protest again only for him to lean up and press his lips against hers.  She gave in to the kiss and pushed her tongue past his parted lips. The hand between her legs started pumping faster, while the other ran up her neck and gripped at her hair. Pulling back gently, he broke the kiss only for his lips to find their way to her exposed neck. She moaned when he softly bit into the juncture between her neck and shoulder.

Taking advantage of her distracted state, Blake rolled them over, pinning her down to the bed. She lay back on the soft mattress and let him do as he pleased, finding no energy to fight him off any longer.

He started trailing a path of kisses down her body with one destination in mind. Her skirt rode up even higher as he pulled one leg over his shoulders. He settled between her thighs, his breath fanning against her center as he slipped a second finger into her. His eyes rose to meet hers as she leaned up on her elbows, teeth biting into her bottom lip as she waited in anticipation of what he was going to do next. He lowered his head, his tongue making one languid swipe at her wet folds to finally taste her, making her throw her head back in a moan.

His expert ministrations had her close to coming undone with every lick, one hand entangling in his sleep-tousled hair when he started suckling on her clit, pressing herself further against his mouth. He moaned, the vibrations forcing her to fall back onto the bed as he continued his assault. He could feel her start to tighten around his fingers, prompting him to pump faster and suck harder. She thrashed her head from side to side at his unwavering pace, squealing when her orgasm ripped through.

He lapped at her essence, taking in every drop she had to offer before moving away from her. “Take your clothes off,” he said evenly as he made his way to his bedside drawer.

Abigail didn’t think twice about shedding her clothes. Already having crossed the line of professionalism, they might as well take it all the way.

Blake watched intently as more and more of her skin was revealed. His mouth watered at the sight of her full breasts, the dusky pink nipples hardened into peaks. He licked his lips when she slowly pushed her skirt down her long legs, thinking back to just moments ago when his head was between them. His cock twitched, aching to bury himself within her and have those long legs wrapped around his waist.

With that thought, he fished around in his dresser, producing a foil packet. He quickly took off his boxers and tore at the wrapper with his teeth. He was a bit startled when she suddenly appeared at his side, her dainty fingers plucking the condom from his hand. Abigail sank to her knees and reached for his cock, her thumb swiping at the drop of pre-cum. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and a teasing smile on her lips before taking him in. He moaned at the feeling of her hot mouth around his manhood.

But before he could lean back and enjoy what she was doing, she pulled away and slowly sheathed his cock with the condom in her hand.

“Fucking tease,” he grumbled.

She chuckled from low in her throat. “You can look at it like that,” she said, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Or you can look at it as me not being able to wait any longer for you to fuck me.”

Blake lifted her off the ground in one swift move and dumped her on the bed. He crawled his way up her body, using his knees to force her legs apart as his lips lay kisses on every bit of skin they could reach. Without much warning, he thrust into her, a loud groan escaping her lips at the intrusion. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head, pinning them against the mattress, showing her just who was in control.

Abigail lifted her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, forcing him to go deeper with each stroke. “So fucking good,” she moaned. “Harder.”