Chapter 16: Chapter 16

ARIA

I practically run back to my office, ignoring Vivian’s concerned look as I fly past her desk. I close the door and pace around the tiny room, attempting to calm my breathing.

Jett Abrams just admitted he wants me…right? Or did he say he knows I want him? My emotions break open inside me and cascade down the inside of my chest.

I sit down at my desk, suddenly aware of how turned on I am.

I attempt to run through the scenarios in my head: Jett purchasing DYAD, me working for him, sexual tension mounting, Jett’s hands on me…

I shake my head.

This will never work, right? Or, if something does happen between us, he’ll just get bored and move on. Maybe that’s what needs to happen?

Except then I’ll be the one thing I don’t want to be: the PA who sleeps with her boss.

Jett asked me to exercise discretion. Can he do the same and keep what happens between us to himself?

I attempt to distract myself with emails, but my mind is too jumbled. Jett eventually leaves to have lunch with his mother again. That’s when I sneak out to eat and then come back, holing myself up in my office.

I never explain to Jett that I won’t be attending any meetings the rest of the day, and he doesn’t ask.

By the end of the day, I’ve decided I need to confront him. I plan to say that nothing can happen between us, and if he can’t handle that, then he should let me go.

I wait for Vivian to leave so the floor is empty except for Jett and me. Then I slowly make my way to his office.

I knock and wait for him to say, “Come in.”

I approach him as he is standing by the window, looking out. His sleeves are rolled up, and I can’t help but imagine those hands touching me like they were earlier today.

He turns to look at me; I see something like relief on his face.

“Aria…”

“Jett, if you can’t handle working with me—”

“Do you know,” he says as he approaches me, “how much I love to hear you say my name?”

I heave a frustrated sigh. “What do you want from me?”

“I think you know what I want.” His gold eyes sweep over my body.

“I can’t,” I say. “It’ll jeopardize everything if I do, so if you can’t handle working with me, then let me go.”

I fold my arms and look away from him. He moves closer to me, into my space. I can smell his aftershave and cologne. He grabs the back of my neck gently, and I immediately melt into his touch. My senses go haywire as desire pools in the bottom of my stomach.

“See, I think you want me to push you over the edge so you get what you really want and none of the responsibility. I think you’re tired of having control, of having to take care of everyone else,” he says, then he leans close to me so his lips graze my neck. “But I won’t ~take~ control. You have to ~give~ it to me.”

“Argh,” a frustrated moan leaves my throat. His gravelly chuckle in my ear instantly makes my panties wetter. ~Fuck.~

“So? What’ll it be?” he asks as he pulls back and holds steady just inches away from me, still holding my neck.

I bite my lower lip and think through the fastest pros and cons list ever.

“Oh, fuck it,” I say, and our lips crash together.

I throw my arms around his neck and into his hair. His arms slide around my back and squeeze my ass—hard. Fuck, being in his arms feels better than I could have imagined.

He pushes me back against the wall, breaking our kiss. We’re both breathing hard. I look down and see his pants are already tight. ~Good God, he looks like he’s packing.~

He hooks his thumbs into a slit in my blouse, and before I can stop him, he rips it open. I hear at least three buttons hit the floor and walls.

“Hey, what the fuck?!”

His mouth claims mine again as he rips my shirt the rest of the way off. I run my nails down his chest, feeling his hard muscles through his shirt. He groans in pain and pleasure.

His hands slide down my back, unzipping my skirt and yanking it down my thighs. I reach down to take my black stilettos off, but his hand stops me.

“Leave them,” he commands. I instantly obey.

He steps back and looks at me: breathless, leaning against a wall in only my black lace bra and panties and black stilettos. He clicks his tongue as his eyes rake up and down my body.

“Fucking stunning,” he says, and my insides squirm.

I cross my arms, attempting to appear confident and annoyed by his semantics, but I can tell he isn’t buying it. He steps toward me again and grabs the back of my neck; I feel his breath slide over my shoulders and chest.

He leans in closer. “I can feel your pulse,” he says. “I can sense your nerves, your reservations, and your wants and needs.”

I’d normally chalk it up to arrogance, but I believe him. He is literally reading me like a book. I both love and hate it.

“My only question is…” He reaches down and slides my panties to the side with his hand. “What do you taste like?”

He runs a finger down my slit and then slides it into me easily. I arch my back as my mouth falls open, a moan escaping my throat. His finger curls up inside me, hitting a spot I didn’t know existed as his thumb begins to circle my clit.

He kisses me again. His tongue glides across mine as I moan into his mouth. His fingers move together like he’s playing an instrument, his thumb sliding up and down, then around before pressing on my bundle of nerves.

~Jesus, how does he do that?~

My mind is scrambled, only able to react instead of think and analyze. I just ~feel.~ I feel his hands on and in my body. I feel his broad chest inches from mine. I feel his soft lips claim my own.

Is this what it feels like to completely let go? To be at someone else’s mercy? Jolts of terror interrupt my hypnosis, his touch and commands always somehow bringing me back.

Jett slides his finger out of me as my pulse starts to quicken. He pulls back, and I blink my eyes open just in time to see him suck on his fingers.

“Mmm,” he says, which immediately makes me blush.

Suddenly, he dips down and throws me over his shoulder.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I ask.

He slams a hand down on my ass cheek, then grabs it firmly, deepening the sting.

“No questions,” he says.

I hear him toss some items aside before he pulls me back over and lays me down. It takes me a moment to realize I’m lying face up on his large, walnut desk.

He stands over me possessively, and my brain begins to frazzle again. He smirks down at me as he unbuttons his shirt and untucks it from his pants.

His shirt slides off his shoulders, revealing rippling shoulders, biceps, and a broad, hard chest.

“Like what you see?” he asks. I just smile and bite my lip.

He clicks his tongue, which makes my heart leap. He unbuckles his belt and rips it off in one smooth motion. “Are you ready, Aria? Are you ready to give up control?”

I can tell he’s genuinely asking, confirming my full participation.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He gives me a wide, mischievous smile. “Good.”

He climbs on top of me, caging me in with his arms as he lowers himself onto me. He kisses me deeply. It’s slower but still hungry as his tongue sweeps across mine.

Then he bites my lip—hard—making me squeak in surprise and pain and pleasure. He kisses my jaw, my neck; he nibbles my earlobe as my hands go to his hair and my nails run down his back.

~Fuck if this doesn’t feel right, even if it is wrong on so many levels.~

“Don’t.” His lips on the shell of my ear make me shiver. “Don’t think, just feel.”

Weird that he can tell right when my brain attempts to rationalize again.

He pulls me up, unclasps my bra, and slides it off my arms, then gently lays me back down. He looks down at my now-free breasts; a wide smile spreads across his face.

“Do you know how many times I pictured you topless?”

I blush.

He fantasized about me. My mind reels.

He dips down and cups my breasts; his warm, wet tongue connects with my taut, almost painful nipple. Pleasure explodes from the tiny bud, and I arch my back and moan.

He closes his mouth around it, his tongue circling. My panties are soaked with my arousal as Jett moves to my other nipple, trailing kisses along the way.

Jett slides down the desk, kissing my stomach, my hips, then licking and kissing my inner thighs. My core is practically pulsing now, desperate for his touch again.

He hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them down, careful not to snag them on my stilettos. I put my knees together, embarrassed that he’s so close to me, but he peels them apart with a mischievous grin.

I feel his hot breath on my mound. He pulls my lips apart, putting my whole pussy on display for him.

“Mmm, so wet… Did I do this to you?”

He licks me, his tongue runs up to my clit, sending little electric jolts up through my body.

“Yes! Oh fuck, yes!” I whisper. He chuckles.

His tongue enters me, then slides everywhere in between my hole and my clit. He closes his lips around my clit and sucks. He moans into me, the vibrations intensifying his actions. His tongue swirls around my bud.

I’m moaning now. I cover my mouth with my hand. He pulls his face off me; my core immediately begs for it back.

“Aria, there’s no one else here—you can scream as loud as you want. Just make sure to say my name,” he says as he slides a finger into my dripping-wet pussy.

“Oh fuck, Jett! Yes!” I scream. He chuckles again.

“Good girl.”

His mouth connects with my clit again, while his fingers slide in and out of me. I’m moaning in time with his finger thrusts, feeling my pleasure build. Just as I think I’m going to cum, he pulls away.

I open my eyes and look down at him. He’s hovering inches above my pussy, looking at it like it’s the most important thing in the world.

“Your pussy is ~aching~ to cum. Should I let it?” he asks.

At first, I think, ~Fucking, of course you should. I’m dying here.~ But I think he wants me to play along. Something tells me I’ll be glad if I do.

“If you want it to, ~sir,”~ I say. “You’re the boss.”

His eyes flick up to me; a shadow of desire settles over them.

“That’s right. This is my office, and my desk, and ~my pussy~,” he says, and he lowers his mouth back onto my sensitive, swollen clit.

“Ah, Jett!” I scream.

He adds pressure, licking and sucking and swirling my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me. Just as the pressure is about to crest, he stops again.

I moan, my pussy aching for a release. He keeps finger-fucking me, but it’s not enough to make me cum.

“Do you want to cum, Aria?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

“Yes, please, what?”

“Yes, please, sir,” I beg.

He lets out a gravelly chuckle, then dives in a third time.

This time, he pulls his fingers out of me, my juices dripping from them, and laps at my pussy. Then he pulls my lips back and sucks on my clit with intense pressure.

I arch my back and scream his name as my orgasm slams into me. He doesn’t let up even though my moans slow, and I’m pushing his head away. His mouth is still on my clit, but his tongue stops connecting at the spot.

I lay back, breathing hard. After a few seconds, his tongue starts again.

“Fuck! Ah!”

Jett’s tongue swirls around my clit again, which is still pulsing from the first time, and seconds later, I’m cumming again—or cumming still? I don’t even fucking know, but it’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

Finally, he pulls his face off me. He looks down at me and licks his lips.

I stare at him, breathing hard. What kind of pussy wizard is this guy?

“I said,” he says just above a whisper, “that I’d eat your pussy like it’s ~never~ been eaten before.”

He lowers himself over me again and kisses me deeply. I reach down and grab his hard dick over his pants. ~Good god, it’s so big; he literally has big dick energy.~

He moans into my mouth, then pulls back and puts his forehead on mine.

“Aria…”

“I want you…now,” I say, trying to sound confident.

He smirks. “As you wish.”

He drops his pants, and I take in the rest of his body as he searches for a condom and puts it on. His abs are defined and on full display; a sharp V pulls down to his lower stomach. His dick is at attention and big.

I’m suddenly wet again, thinking about him inside me.

He walks up to the edge of the desk and grabs my legs, pulling me to the edge.

“I bet,” he says as he rubs the tip of his dick up and down my folds, “that you feel as good as you taste.”

Suddenly, Jett pulls one of my legs up and rests it on his muscular shoulder. Then he slowly starts to slide into me. I arch my back, feeling every inch of him as he fills me up, the taut pain melting into pleasure.

I hear Jett groan as he slowly slides out and back in.

“Aria, look at me.”

I open my eyes and find his; he’s looking down at me with concern.

“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

I shake my head. “No, no, please, don’t stop,” I say and mean it.

A smile spreads onto his face, and it makes my heart jump.

He starts to move a little faster in and out of me. He moans and kisses the calf of my leg resting on his shoulder, then he hooks his arm around it and starts playing with my clit again as he thrusts.

“Your pussy…feels…so fucking good,” he says. I blush as I grab my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers.

He sucks in a breath as his eyes bore into me, watching my every move. He licks his fingers, then brings them back down to my clit. He still thrusts at the beat of a slow song. I’m craving more.

“Jett,” I say. He stops and looks me in the eyes. “Fuck me. ~Hard.~

That devious smile appears again as he lifts me up, leaving me slightly dizzy from suddenly being upright. His arms slide around me; one hand tangles in my hair, and one squeezes my ass.

He kisses me deeply, and I feel a connection to him that I didn’t know was there, like his desire for me runs far deeper than the surface.

He spins me around, his arms slide around me again, and one hand cups my breast. He kisses my shoulder up to my neck, just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I put one leg up on the desk and tilt my pelvis back to give him easier access. He slides into me again, this time more forcefully.

~Yes, claim me.~

Jett groans in my ear as he starts to thrust harder and harder into me. I let out a yelp every time he goes all the way in, feeling him touch every corner of me. His hands slide down my body and grab my hips. I push back against him when he enters.

He moans and smacks my ass, then goes back to grabbing my hip like it’s a handle.

“Yes, you’re going to make me come undone,” he says gruffly.

He pushes me down so my face and chest are pressed onto his desk as he slams into me. After several more thrusts, he moans, and I feel his dick pulse as he slows his tempo.

“Aria, you are ~perfect,”~ he says, still breathing hard as he dips down and kisses my shoulder.

My insides start to squirm as my mind restarts at one hundred miles per minute.

~What have I done?~