The Billionaire's Assistant (Contemporary BWWM Interracial Romance) (The Billionaire's Proposition Book 1) (15 page)

Whatever he’s saying is pretty much Greek to me anyway, although I do recognize a name or two.

We walk through the foyer to the kitchen, and then instead of taking me upstairs, he takes me to the back and we exit to an outside area with a sprawling pool and a bar setup, umbrellas, and soft-looking chairs, and more immaculately sculpted foliage surrounding the area.

“This is all…so much. Of everything. And only you live here?” I ask, looking at him.

“Well, you met James, my butler—he lives in the servants’ quarters, and he’s always around when I need him. Plus, I have a cook, a few maids…”

“No, I mean…” I shouldn’t feel bad for him, but for some reason, I do. “All this space, and essentially you live alone?”

“I can have company when I need it,” he says, looking at me pointedly.

I know what he means, but still, it’s not quite what I was getting at.

“But don’t you ever get lonely?” I can’t help asking.

“You must be exhausted,” he says with a smile, completely ignoring my question. “I’m so sorry I’ve kept you on your feet. How about we discuss the job at the pool?”

The thought horrifies me for several reasons.

“I don’t have a swimsuit,” I say.

“Don’t worry about it—I have several for you to choose from.”

“I don’t wear other people’s swimsuits.”

He laughs. “These are brand new, specially picked out for you.”

He stares, waiting for my next response.

I don’t like the way I look in a swimsuit
, I want to say, but I know he’ll brush it off, or worse, say something like “I love the way you look in anything.”

“It’s cold,” I say.

His smile doesn’t falter. “The pool is heated. Also, I have a Jacuzzi—take your pick. And if you don’t want to get wet, I’ll just have someone come down and massage you.”

It’s like he’s throwing glitter in my eyes, so I close my eyes to think, hoping it would help me stay logical and focused—especially since I’m blocking out his irresistible face.

I don’t know many people who would give this up, but I have to put my foot down. I can’t let him distract me with luxuries.

But that massage sure sounds nice. So does the Jacuzzi.

I don’t know the last time I had a massage. Almost two years ago, I think—my ex got it for my birthday or something.

I’m embarrassed when I mumble, “A massage sounds pretty great,” and the smile he gives somehow sends a zap right to my center.

“You’ll still have to strip down,” he says.

I finally relent.

Once I change into a swimsuit, I emerge with a towel wrapped around me, and I join him poolside, settling onto my stomach onto the massage table, as directed, to wait for the masseuse.

Richard is swimming the length of the pool, and I briefly wonder if he specially ordered this massage table for me too—it is wide and soft, and I could easily fall asleep on it if it wasn’t for the sight of him in the pool, his torso finally bare, his strength on display as he powers through the water.

I watch him freestyle his way toward me, then, when he grabs on to the edge of the pool and gazes at me, I smile at him.

My eyes get stuck on his abs as he pulls himself out of the pool, dries off a bit, then grabs one of the bottles of massage oils.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Preparing to give you a massage.”

“I thought you had someone for that?”

“I said I’ll have someone come down to do it, and here I am. Why would I hand a task like this off to someone else? Besides, I have sent everyone away for now.”

He pulls my cover off and oils his hands.

I feel self-conscious as his hands begin to knead my soft flesh.

My body still responds to his touch, my pussy starting to buzz, but I worry what he’s thinking as his hands work my back, my shoulders. I wonder what he thinks of my nearly-bare ass.

As if he senses my worry, he says, “You are so beautiful, Cherise.”

Something in his voice makes me turn to look at him, and the look in his eye freezes me.

He looks like an animal about to pounce, and the next thing I know, his head is descending toward me, and his mouth is on mine.

He explores my mouth greedily, his tongue acquainting itself with mine.

He nudges me to turn over and his hands continue to roam my body, passing over my breasts, his thumb grazing my nipples and sending sharp tingles through me.

Then he begins to work my swimsuit down and off, not breaking the contact of our lips until he has to.

In no time, it seems, I am naked before him, and while he is kissing me again, he works his trunks down.

When he pulls away, I finally see his cock in its huge, engorged upright glory, right before he moves to position himself between my legs, pulling me down a bit on the table before clamping down on my pussy with his soft lips, his tongue making me squirm and moan loudly.

He slithers his tongue all over me, his hands continuing to make their way across my hips, my thighs.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he raises himself to climb over me, his strong arms now on each side of me, and I feel the head of his cock at my dripping, hungry center.

“Cherise,” he says softly, kissing me once more before moving his mouth to nibble on my neck and driving me crazier as electricity jolts through me with every brush of his lips, every graze of his teeth, his tongue.

“I’m sorry—I can’t wait any longer,” he says, then his cock starts pushing its way inside me.

I’m relieved he didn’t ram it in because it’s been so long that it feels like the first time, and I wince a little from the friction of his rod parting my walls.

“God, you’re so tight,” he says, pushing all the way in so that our pelvises are touching each other.

With him balls-deep in me, my desire and need overrides everything, and all I want is for him to start pounding me in earnest.

To my utmost relief and joy, he does just that, pulling his cock out and then ramming it back in with dizzying rhythm.

I forget everything, surrendering to his hard body over mine, the sight of his broad shoulders, his hard chest, his rippling abs.

His cock plunges my hungry core while his mouth finds my breasts and suck them hard.

At some point, he puts his hands underneath my ass cheeks and starts thrusting in me harder, deeper.

Soon, there is nothing I can do but surrender to the orgasm slowly taking over me.

It builds and builds as I moan and cry out his name, and when he groans my name in return, his masculine tones travel through my body, making me grip him tighter.

I try to burn the sight of his handsome face above me as he takes pleasure from my body into my mind to save for later, and I find myself turned on even more by the intensity in his eyes as he takes me in while fucking me silly, his sculpted ass rising and falling hypnotically.

“I’m going to come,” he says, just as I am thinking the same.

His movements intensify, and I realize too late there’s nothing between us—no rubber, no pill.

“Richard…” I begin, but I can tell it’s too late.

His grunting climax, as he squeezes hard against my pussy hastens my own climax, and soon, we are pulsing against each other, his cum pumping into me.

My god.

He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him.

Our hearts pound against each other.

It’s all amazing, but I can’t believe I was so careless; I have to take a morning-after pill as soon as possible.

My grave error only underscores how much I need to keep my eyes open when it comes to this man.

I look at the sky above us, the stars winking at me while I hold him close.

Maybe I’ll do the trial period after all, and get in a few more rounds with this hot specimen. Then, for real this time, it’ll be over—I’ll just go back to the restaurant and clarify that nothing happened between…

Shit, I’ll have to lie now, and I’m not the best liar.

Richard suddenly squeezes me to him and warmth runs through me.

A girl could get used to this.

I am horrified when I realize I spoke those words aloud.

“Your wish is my command,” he says quietly.

My cheeks flush.

“Okay, I guess it’s pretty obvious by now I’ll do the trial period,” I say.

He raises his head from my shoulder to smile a dazzling smile at me.

“Great,” he says. “We’ll begin first thing in the morning—around nine a.m. That will give us enough time to get ready, shower, and any other activities. Plus have time for breakfast.”

It seems he has misspoken, so I try to clarify.

“What time would you like me to be here?”

He looks at me like I missed something.

“Sweet Cherise, you will already be here. It’s Friday and your trial begins tomorrow, so you are staying with me tonight.”

Wait a minute—I didn’t sign up for that!

It sure as hell sounds delicious, though—sleep with him on a nice, huge soft bed, his hard body within reach the whole night? Sign me up!

“But I don’t have any of my things here,” I say in a final lame protest. I pretty much know what he’s going to say next.

“You will have all you need, and what I haven’t already supplied, I will get for you—just name it. Now let’s start by getting clothed again. But first, let’s take a shower,” he says.

He moves to get off of me, and I lament the fact that his warm body is leaving mine, his cock departing me.

“While we’re cleaning up, I’ll have a chef whip up some snacks for us and serve them to us at the Jacuzzi. We’ll have drinks as well—what’s your favorite?”

I mumble “lemon drop,” still sort of dazed.

It all sounds way too good to be true, but I know it is, and I accept the fact that I’ve been blessed temporarily.

I prepare to surrender myself to a few days of luxury and pleasure.

I just to have to remember to take the morning-after pill at some point.

P
hase Two complete.

Sweet Cherise is staying with me tonight, and if all goes well, she won’t ever want to leave, and I’ll be right here, making all the necessary arrangements to keep her.

I must admit, I chuckled a bit when I let her know my intention of having her stay overnight—she looked like she didn’t know what hit her.

She is still stunned, but I have made progress with her beyond the obvious—she is already a bit more pliable to my will.

She is softening more toward me, but I am a bit alarmed to find that something similar is happening to me.

I like Cherise very much, and as a whole, she makes sense for all my needs—sexual and otherwise.

I picked her for logical reasons—she is a beautiful, humble, capable girl with delicious curves. Her inexperience is endearing, and she is generally kindhearted—a novelty in my day-to-day existence.

She is to be my companion—a smile waiting for me upon my return home, a warm, wet cavern to get lost in.

In my ever-changing world, she is meant to be my constant, and at some point, provide me with an heir.

I have been taken with her for a while—purely based on the physical and what I learned about her from my research—but finally getting to plunge my cock into her warmth turned out to be even sweeter than I thought, and I felt an unexpected crack inside.

The sounds she made while I made love to her, the look on her face—her warm, delightful presence is seeping into other parts of me.

I must not let whatever else is happening lead me to impatience—a calculated approach has always worked best.

Perhaps I should wait when it comes to moving her stuff in.

I have been confident she will happily fall into my arms and into my life, but some of the looks she has given me give me pause. If I go forward with my plan to empty her apartment and bring all of her things here, it could scare her away. She is fairly delicate and sensitive, and she might take my actions as an insult to her independence and her agency, delaying my plans.

I don’t care for further delays so I will wait until Sunday.

If all goes well, she will approve of my ultimate plan and be living with me by Monday.

As we head to the shower near the changing room in silence, I expect we will both take the moment to quietly process the wonderful moment we just had as one, but Cherise won’t have it.

“How much do you actually use this thing?” she asks as we arrive.

“Well, it’s quite convenient as you can imagine—if I want to hop in the pool but quickly wash the day off first, for example. And now, a quick rinse before the Jacuzzi means we don’t have to go inside first.”

Cherise certainly doesn’t stop there.

As she asks about various aspects of my property—how often someone comes to ‘shave’ the foliage, how many people work to maintain the grounds—I feel only warmth as she yaps on, and sometimes, I miss what she is saying because I am watching her mouth.

I can’t wait to have those luscious lips wrapped around my dick.

A
s we sit
in the Jacuzzi, steam dancing around us and bubbles gurgling, I watch Cherise slowly break down more.

We are talking about nothing—she is still asking me questions about my life and how I operate—how I go about picking domestics and tradesmen and chefs, how long I have been living like this and was it really my whole life?

Yes, my darling.

She is surprised to find out that most of the workers are offspring of folks who have always worked for my family, and I don’t like where the conversation is going, so I offer her another drink and start listing some snack options I think she’d like.

My plan works, and she is momentarily distracted, and I keep the chatter light and frivolous.

She is clearly delighted each time our server shows up with a tray—whether he is offering food or collecting our glasses.

Luxury is seductive, but I know she needs more from me to really dive in, so I shove aside our petty chatter and begin to delve into my plans for the project.

I give her enough seductive details that she is, no doubt, burning with curiosity and is eager to learn more and get hands-on.

I was pretty sure I had her interest before—that she had silently already committed to me in this way—but by now, as I watch her eyes continue to light up with the possibilities, there is certainly no question:
Hook.