The Personal Assistant (3 page)

Caleb is a no-show tonight, and I can't help but imagine him with another woman while I lie restlessly in bed at two in the morning.

A woman probably lured him back to her place and is now enjoying how he feels inside her, the touch of his hands on her body, his mouth on hers.

Damn her.

Just the thought of him looking at her with those deep blue eyes, and touching her with his large, manicured hands leaves my chest aching.

Still, there's the Gala Ball tomorrow night to look forward to, so at least he'll be with me for the duration of that.

Hope the dress he gets fits me and doesn't make me appear too dowdy…or slutty come to think of it.

Well, perhaps a little slutty for him.

I smile at the idea of idea of him seeing me dressed up like his usual dates, and seeing me as a woman.

Not Rosa's little girl, but as a sensual woman, and most certainly not as his domestic servant.

Just for one night.

Wonder where the dress will come from and who'll choose it?

Could be the most expensive dress I ever wear, even more than my wedding dress, although that's another lifetime away.

What a surprise he is, asking me to a ball out of the blue.

Will I be there as his date, though?

Unlikely, but he mustn't mind people seeing us out together.

Oh no, will they think he's only being altruistic, offering a poor pathetic domestic girl to a ball?

If I get even a smidgen of pity, I'm outta there.

Stop thinking, Emma; time to sleep.

You need to be perfect tomorrow.

It's six in the evening and Caleb finally arrives with the dress.

I'm waiting in the hall by the front door, sitting on my hands, trying not to show how anxious I am.

"Ah," I stare at the huge dress bag he's carrying, but can't work out any details.

Glimpsing up at him, I say, "You didn't change your mind about the invite?"

He seems distracted by my state of undress, but after taking the time to wax, bathe in coconut milk, and moisturize my body, I didn't see the point in wearing anything other than my bathrobe robe.

I want the dress now—the invite on the mantle said seven after all.

I stare back at the dress bag, desperate to see its contents. "May I?"

"Sure," he grins, a twinkle in his eyes and gripping the bag. "Come get ready upstairs. It's a bit pokey in your room, and besides, there's champagne to toast our first Gala together in mine."

Our first?

Meaning there will be more?

And he wants me to dress in his room?

"Oh, okay." I wave to let him go first, as is my habit, but he frowns and waves for me to go first instead. "Um, but I… K."

I start walking to the stairs and feel weird turning to go upstairs to his living quarters instead of down to mine, especially as I'm wearing only my robe.

But it also seems right.

Housekeeper hat still on however, I tell him, "Your Hugo Boss tux is freshly dry cleaned and hanging in your wardrobe, by the way. I presumed you'd be wearing it tonight."

From close behind me, he whispers, "Always pre-empting me, always one step ahead. Your mother taught you well, Little Em."

His breath on the back of my neck sends finger-like shivers down my spine. "I know you well, you mean."

"More than any man should be comfortable with being known by a beautiful woman."

I laugh a little, but I'm slightly on edge with the compliments and unfamiliar husky tone I hear in his voice.

There's an undercurrent of intent, but to do what?

"Oh, no. I reckon there could be a few surprises left in you yet." When we reach his bedroom, I turn to him instead of walking straight in.

"There you go again," he breathes, not speaks, "always one step ahead."

Don't get me wrong, I've visited his room millions of times over the years, to work and yes, even to nose about—I'll be honest—but never with him and never in a state of undress.

"This is so freaking weird," I say under my breath.

He ignores my hesitancy, pushing me inside with a delicate hand on the small of my back. "Go in, there's not much time left."

So, I do as I'm told.

The master suite is immense, with everything you need in a bedroom, like a bed and closets.

It has two large leather couches, a games console and entertainment system which can be hidden with the press of a button, and a huge en-suite bathroom.

Decorated in black silk, gold, and earthy shades, it offers a general feeling of luxury and sensuality.

It's always been my favorite room in the house.

I turn to take the dress from his arms, "Right, I'll go get dressed. Won't take me long after that."

He steps right up close, "Are you…excited, Emma?"

"I'm nervous about meeting your friends, but excited to be going to a ball. It's a new challenge, but one I'm hoping you'll support me through."

"Don't be nervous. I want us both to enjoy every aspect of tonight." He takes a strand of my hair and curls it around his finger, watching as it falls to my breast. "It's my thank you, remember?"

"Already told you, there's no need for thanks. But I appreciate the gesture, and I wouldn't want to show you up in front of your friends." He's staring down at my face now, his deep blue eyes like sapphires in white stone are hard to fathom, but the vibe I'm getting is still so unfamiliar. "I'd hate to let you down, Caleb."

"You never could. If only everyone were so reliable." Inhaling deeply he says, "You smell incredible."

"I do?" Finding it difficult to inhale enough air, my heart races and I fight the urge to lean up on tip toes to kiss his plump pink lips, "Err, ahem. That'll be the coconut milk. Good for the skin."

His gaze deepens along with his breath and the sexual tension between us is now unmistakable.

No, it's not just me this time.

He licks his lips, stepping so close to me my knees touch him.

"You smell good enough to eat."

He throws the dress bag over the nearest couch without taking his eyes off me, and begins unbuttoning his shirt with a determined expression glaring down at me.

Either my imagination slipped into my reality and I'm hallucinating this, or Caleb has finally seen me as a woman.

One hand cradles the back of my neck and the other slips between the two folds of my robe to investigate my nakedness.

His palm is warm, smooth, and exploratory, travelling over my back, my bottom and, intrigued by my reaction, finally between my legs.

I gasp, struggling to comprehend what is happening.

My legs open a little wider to help him, and I grip on to his shirt for stability as tingles shoot around my tummy and down my legs.

"I want you, Emma. Unless you tell me to stop now, I won't be able to. Do you understand? Do you want this?"

Stupid man, of course I'm not going to say stop.

"Yes, yes." I untie my robe and let it fall to the floor, blushing uncontrollably but brimming with unsated lust. "I want this."

My hands reach up to cup his glorious face and pull his mouth to mine.

Before his mouth meets mine for our first explosive kiss, he flashes a grin—damn sexy.

His tongue rolls over mine, releasing a groan into my mouth which seems to reach deep inside me to stroke my g-spot.

Insatiable need arises, and our first kiss surpasses all those in my many fantasies. Nakedness and virginity matter nothing when his fingers slip inside me and he hoists one leg up around his waist.

"Yes, I need this so much," I breathe into his mouth, grinding on his fingers. "I need you."

He picks me up and throws me back on his bed, shedding his clothes to the floor like a snake shedding skin.

Only this is no snake, this is Caleb.

My Caleb.

And there, when not a stitch separates us, his taut tan body and long, thick cock stands to attention.

He stares at my throbbing sex and falls to his knees with moistened lips and a hungry glint in his eyes.

His face disappears between my legs and his mouth explores my clit, the subtle hum of his enjoyment passes through me—vibrations of need.

I cry out, "Ah…" as his fingers continue to work my insides, and I grab handfuls of his thick blonde mane in my fists, spreading my legs as wide as they will go.

Can this really be happening?

When I think my body can take no more, he stops and smiles up at me with a shiny wet mouth, "You taste incredible. I knew you'd be sweet down here."

Crawling up, pushing me further up the bed as he does so, as if I weigh no more than a cuddly toy, he says, "Here, put this under your butt, beautiful."

I raise my sex and he slips a pillow beneath it and holds my legs wider apart before grinning at me. I feel exposed, a tiny bit porn-girl, but too horny to care.

Inspecting me he says, "You are the perfect shade of pink."

Never thought about what my sex looked like before, but he's clearly happy with it.

I feel beautiful.

Slowly, he lowers his cock to my entrance, "I'll go slow. Tell me if it hurts."

"I want all of you, don't hold back."

He grins, leans in to kiss me, and slides in inch by inch. "Like that?"

Stretching me, he fills me up, and I’ve never experienced such pleasure before. "Yes, yes, ah."

He frowns and laughs before thrusting himself inside, "For a petite lady you can take a lot of cock."

My eyes are watering as I hold my legs around his back to keep him in place while I kiss him.

Slowly, he withdraws and re-enters, screwing me as he has done in my imagination for years.

Only now, it's real but seems every bit fantastical.

"Ah, more, Caleb."

I can't get enough of him.

The gentle rocking builds my arousal to an almost uncomfortable plateau.

My body screams to be fucked harder, faster, toward some blessed release.

Caleb seems to be exactly of the same mind when his movements quicken, deepen, and I hear and feel his weighty balls slapping against my ass. I yell, "Yes, yes, I'm coming."

"Yes, ah," he groans. "Yes…Come with me, baby."

He pounds into me, my body maneuvered into place by his firm grip on either hip. He pulls me up and down, thrusting against me to ram himself deep inside.

Harder.

Deeper.

Faster.

“Yes!” I scream.

I have never moaned before in bed, but with Caleb, I can’t stop.

The deep moans build from somewhere deep with my belly, roll through my torso and escape through my mouth.

The fullness of him, and the friction against my g-spot quickly bring me to climax, "Now!"

I cry out and the vibration of my climax ripples through me as I clench on to his pulsating cock.

“Yes!”

My world is spinning.

This is my moment.

The moment I have spent years dreaming about.

Lusting after.

Finally it has arrived.

“Yes!!!” I scream as my fingers grip tight.

His cock rams into my pussy and my heart rate goes through the roof. My head throws back and my hands move along his strong chest.

Oh yes.

It is everything I imagined it would be.

Magical.

Lustful.

“Yes, girl. Yes,” Caleb moans as he rams me.

Then…

He withdraws.

No.

I feel empty… hollow.

“Come back…” I plead. “I need you back.”

His strong hands flip my body over and I hover on hands and knees.

His hands drift over my behind, up my back, adoring my body, but he doesn’t enter me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he whispers. “Everything is perfect…”

Then…

Slam!

Oh.

Yes!

His hard cock drives aggressively into my wet pussy and my eyes almost pop out of my head.

Fuck.

Yes.

Gripping my hips tight, he rams into me with primal aggression. My hands push into the bed, struggling to stay upright. He drives hard.

Fast.

The lust in the room is incredible.

I try to push back against his cock, trying to hold my ground, but he is too strong.

Too powerful.

With one particularly strong drive, my body falls forward. I fall onto the bed and my belly touches the bed, but Caleb doesn’t stop.

He can’t.

Instead, he rams me harder.

Oh. My.

Fuck!

Yes!

I am being dominated by a real man. He owns me. He controls me.

He is pounding into me.

“Fuck!!!” I scream. “Yes!!!”

And then…

Oh.

He pushes hard one last time.

Deep.

Full.

Wow…

He falls to the bed beside me, and we come together and hold each other tight until the last ripple of pleasure leaves us panting, spent, and insanely smiling.

My guess—in the sweaty, blissful aftermath—is that Caleb's been imagining us together for as long as I have.