Undercover (Hot Off The Press) Book 1 (3 page)

I look over to the right and see a door.
I wonder where that goes.
I walk over the door and slowly open it. Oh, it’s Mr. Rex’s personal bathroom suite complete with a shower and jacuzzi. Of course, an office like this has to have all the bells and whistles. I look around and see a full bar. I walk over to the bar and notice a mini-fridge. I open the fridge and find a couple of bottles of beers as well as some orange juice.

“Vanessa!” Mr. Rex barks. I jump to attention, leaving the damn mini-fridge door dangling open.

“Yes, Mr. Rex!”

“Let’s go,” he says as he puts on his jacket. The T. Rex stops for a moment and notices the fridge door is open. My face turns white. “Did you want something to drink?”

“Um, yeah sure,” I say as I nervously grab a bottle of orange juice.

Mr. Rex walks out of the office. I quickly follow him. As he leaves, Mr. Rex’s assistants wish him a good night. We go inside the elevator. Mr. Rex places his fingerprint on a scanner, and the elevator begins to rise. I nervously stand next to the massive beast of a man whose chest rises with every breath like a bull. The elevator doors open. I hear the massive whipping sound of a helicopter blade along with the hard breeze of the Dallas night air. Ahead of us is an enormous passenger helicopter resting on the rooftop helipad. About a hundred feet above us are the two escort choppers.

As we walk towards the helicopter, I see the word “REX” written in red bold letters. The sonic assault of the helicopter blades causes me to pin my index fingers into my ears. I climb up the metal stairs and make my way into the helicopter. I’m a little nervous. I’ve never even been in a helicopter before and now I am being whisked away by the most powerful billionaire in Texas.

I step inside the copter and quickly find myself inside a cabin that resembles interior of a Gulfstream jet. The overstuffed cream seats as well as the polished oak finish is warm and inviting. I strap myself in and look out of the window as the large copter begins to rise off of the helipad. The flashing red, blue and white lights on the Rex Building rooftop attack my eyes. I am experiencing one heck of a sensory overload. I look over at Mr. Rex, who sits back and kicks up his feet as though this trip is nothing special. For me, this is the ride of a lifetime.

I look down at the lights of Dallas. The entire city is below us. A girl can certainly get used to a commute like this.

“Where did you go to school?” Mr. Rex asks me. The question catches me completely off guard. I stumble and stutter for a good ten as I mentally try to recall my cover story.

“University of Boulder. I mean, University of Colorado at Boulder.”

Mr. Rex seems to be a little amused by my answer. He looks down my legs and asks, “So what are you? 22 years old?

“I’m 21.”

“You’re doing good for a girl your age. There are lots of 21 year old college grads who are waiting tables,” Mr. Rex says.

Yeah, tell me about it. I was one of those 21-year olds just a few weeks ago!

The copter swiftly takes us to the north Dallas area. The city lights give way to the darkness of the suburbs and the many trees that line the landscape of the metro area’s most affluent enclave. We quickly pass over a massive castle like estate. It is, by far, the most magnificent residence I have ever seen in my life. Now I was expecting Mr. Rex to own a big house. And big homes are the norm in Texas. But this home is much like the T. Rex himself - massive, majestic and imposing.

We begin to descend onto an illuminated landing area. The escort copters remain in a holding pattern until Mr. Rex’s copter touches down. As the escort copters leave the area, Mr. Rex opens the door and steps out of the copter. I quickly follow. We walk along an illuminated pathway of steps leading to a grand arched entryway. Mr. Rex opens the door and looks back for me. Much to my surprise, the most powerful man in Texas holds the door open for his lowly assistant.

“Thank you, Mr. Rex.”

“You’re welcome.”

I walk inside and find myself in the middle of a grand foyer dominated by massive columns and the biggest chandelier I have ever seen in my life. The echo of Mr. Rex’s footsteps reverberates as he walks across the foyer and heads down a hallway. I follow the big boss to a large living room area. Mr. Rex removes his jacket and relaxes on a large white sofa. I kinda stand there for a moment.

“Have a seat,” my boss says. I nervously sit down on another sofa across from him.

Mr. Rex walks over to a bar and takes a bottle of red wine from a mini-fridge. He grabs two glasses and pops the cork. I nervously jolt in my seat. As Mr. Rex pours the wine, it occurs to me that he is going to invite me for a drink. I begin to wonder, is this a social drink or is my boss hitting on me?! All right, I try to keep myself calm. This guy most probably dates some six-foot blonde model. He is not going to be interested in little ole’ me.

“It would be rude of me to drink without asking you,” Mr. Rex says.

“I would love to have a glass of wine.”

“Excellent,” my boss says as he walks over with a glass. I nervously hold the glass in my hand. Mr. Rex looks at me and says, “To your new position as my personal assistant. Hopefully, you will last longer than the person you replaced.”

Well, that is the world’s most uncomfortable toast! I clink glasses and take a nice long sip. Then I ask, “What happened to your last personal assistant, if I may ask.”

“She angered me,” he said.

Oh fuck. How did I ask a follow-up question. Dammit. The journalist in me can’t help but probe. “How did she anger you, Mr. Rex?”

“She talked about me outside of the office. A strict violation of company policy.”

“I would never do that, Mr. Rex.”

“I value loyalty above all else.”

“I would always be loyal to you.”

My hulking billionaire walks right up to me. “People will soon find out that you are one of my personal assistants. They will offer you bribes. They will offer you a year’s salary to discuss my business and personal life.”

“Mr. Rex. You can trust me.”

The billionaire looks me up and down. “So I don’t have to worry about you going to the media. I don’t have to worry about you wearing a wire to my meetings.”

“Why would I wear a wire?” I ask with a tinge of fear in my stomach.

“Are you wearing a wire?”

“No, sir.”

“Prove it to me.”

I look at this big handsome mass of a man. My chest heaves as I stare up at his massive arms and chest. I need to convince him that I would be loyal. I want to prove that I am not wearing a wire. I begin to unbutton my blouse and remove it. I stand there in my bra. Then I reach over and slowly unzip my skirt. I pull it down. I stare before my billionaire boss in my bra and underwear. I am cold. I am shaking. I am aroused.

Mr. Rex grits his teeth. He begins to breathe heavily. He suddenly spins me around. I feel him pull down my underwear. He lifts me up into the air and sinks his teeth right into one of my ass cheeks. I moan. Oh fuck. I’ve never done anything like this before. The strong billionaire carries me across the living room and tosses me down on the sofa. He begins to unbutton his shirt. He pulls that shirt off, revealing the strongest arms I have ever seen on a man. Then he pulls off his T-shirt and shows-off his sculpted chest and stomach. Mr. Rex stands there, with his massive chest and lustful eyes. He removes his belt and slowly runs that leather accessory across my body.

I reach around and unhook my bra. Before I can get completely naked, Mr. Rex pulls that bra off of my body. My nipples are hard. Mr. Rex likes that. He instantly drops on his knees and runs his lips all over my tits. Dammit. This man has a gifted tongue. I feel his right hand slide down between my legs. The hulking tycoon rubs me out better than any man has ever touched me before. I lie back and feel all the blood rush to my head. My body temperature rises as Mr. Rex. licks my nipples, sucks on my tits and plays with my pussy.

My boss runs his tongue down to my stomach. I quiver in anticipation of what’s going to happen next. I look down and see Mr. Rex position himself between my legs. He runs his tongue up my inner thighs. Before I know if, I am getting eaten out by this behemoth of a man. He is devouring me. I slam the back of my head against the sofa cushions. Mr. Rex goes after me without mercy. This feels so good that I begin to cry. My boss reaches up and plays with my tits while he drives me closer and closer to ecstasy. Just before I feel like I am about to cum, my boss stops himself and removes his pants.

I look at Mr. Rex as he stands there in his underwear. The bulge under his final article of clothing is scaring the hell out of me. I already know that this man is packing some serious size. Even though my young and little body is fearful, I can’t help but reach up and touch that big bulge. I run my fingers over Mr. Rex’s underwear. Then I slowly reach up and pull it down. Mr. Rex’s big, hard cock stares me right in the face. It is bigger, longer and thicker than I could imagine. I wrap both of my hands around his sizable piece of manhood. I begin to stroke it. After a few seconds, my fear begins to give way to excitement. I kiss the tip of that dick. Then I reach around to get a nice feel of Mr. Rex’s strong, round rump. Before I know it, I’m running my tongue up and down that big, hard dick.

I begin to suck off my master. I open my mouth as wide as I can so I give Mr. Rex the best blowjob of his life. My boss sits down on the sofa and pushes my face all the way down on his dick. I can feel my mouth get stuffed with my boss’s thick dick. My first inclination is to gag and pull away. However, I want to show this T. Rex of a stud that I am girl enough for him. I go all the way down on that dick and up the ante by playing with his balls. He grunts and moans his approval. I couldn’t get a better compliment from Mr. Rex.

My boss pulls me up and forces me to sit on his dick. I slowly lower myself onto my boss’s thick member. My eyes open wide. I’ve never felt so much dick inside of me. It hurts. But in a nice way. Mr. Rex places his strong hands all over my body as I begin to ride him. My boss pulls me in and begins to suck on my tits. Oh fuck. I just love the way his mouth feels on me. I know we are only fucking but when my boss’s mouth is on my body, it just feels intimate. I place my arms around his head and place him close to me.

Mr. Rex fucks me nice and hard. He places me down on a coffee table and continues to rail me with full fury. I look up at his sweaty and strong chest. His stomach muscles contract with every pump. I feel like I am being split apart in two and I love it. Mr. Rex turns me over and begins to fuck me from behind. He begins to pull on my hair. He spanks my ass.

“This is what you get for teasing me like that!” Mr. Rex roars as he pulls on my hair some more. I am getting closer and closer to climax. I begin to moan and scream. My boss begins to choke me from behind. That just ups the intensity. Mr. Rex pushes that big dick all the way inside of me. He blocks all the oxygen from my head. I cum. He cums. He let’s go of me and I just drop onto the ground.

My vision is blurry. I just got fucked by a six-foot, five-inch muscle-bound billionaire with a monster cock. I look up and see Mr. Rex standing over me with that hard dick. I reach up and stroke off my master.

“That’s a good little girl,” my boss says. He lifts me up and carries me over his shoulder. Damn, the big man lifted me up like a small sack of potatoes. He carries me out of the house and over to the pool area. Mr. Rex continues to walk until I hear the distinct bubbling sound of a jacuzzi. My boss pulls me off his shoulder and places my naked body into the nice warm jacuzzi water. Mr. Rex then gets inside, sits down and places me on his lap. I rest my head on my boss’s massive chest. He fondles my nipples, pulling and playing with them with his thumb and index finger.

The next few minutes are the most comforting and satisfying moments of my life. To be in the arms of this big man, in this jacuzzi at Midnight felt so fucking perfect. Of course, my stupid tendency to worry causes me to ruin the moment.

“Mr. Rex. Are we missing the conference call with Asia?”

“They can wait. I can’t get enough of your little body,” my boss says as he continues to run his hands all over my body. Mr. Rex leans in and starts to lick my nipples again. I can’t tell you how good it feels to have this powerful stud all over my body. And the fact that he is putting his business aside to play with me is the most wonderful ego trip of all.