His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) (6 page)

I nodded fast.  I kept nodding, over and over, too many times to count.  On my second nod, Asher took action.  He kissed me again, but he also let loose my panties.  The dull, aching pain digging into my core vanished as quickly as that.  I felt bereft in a way, alone and missing something, but I didn't stay that way for long.  Asher moved aside my stretched panties and plunged two fingers into me.

Fuck!  I gasped, but kept nodding.  Or I tried to keep nodding, and my thoughts were intent on doing so, but I didn't think I was doing it anymore.  Little tilts of my head, maybe, up, down, barely more than a slight shift.  He drove his fingers deep into me, going directly for the roughness of my g-spot.  Asher knew me well; he knew every part of me, inside and out.

I spasmed on the table, orgasmic.  I didn't know if most people felt like this, nor if this happened to most people.  I almost felt badly about it sometimes, because of how quick it could happen.  Was there a form of premature ejaculation for women?  I didn't know and didn't care right now.  I just wanted Asher to keep his fingers inside of me, keep touching me there—right there—keep going, more and more.

He did, and then some.  His thumb curled up, brushing lightly against the hood of my clit, spreading my folds to reveal my sensitive nub.  I wanted to watch him do this sometime, because in hindsight his dexterity always amazed me.  Rough, hard, pulling and plying at my inner walls with his fingers as if beckoning me to come and to cum, but then outside, his thumb, gentle waves of motion, soft, but not too soft, firm and careful, deliberate commands.

I wanted to watch it because it amazed me in multiple ways.  Right now I had no chance of doing any of that, though.  My body bucked and rocked on the table, grinding against his hand.  He kissed me.  My head tipped up and down in some vague rendition of a nod.  I doubted I could open my eyes if I tried; they felt so tight and shut, like I might never see anything again, blinded forever.

My other senses took over.  I smelled his cologne, sharp and sweet, close on his neck, rushing into my nose; orange and leather.  I felt his fingers in me and on me, yes, but his other hand held me, gripping my skirt and pulling, keeping me rooted on the edge of the table like a lifeline.  And his suit jacket close to me, the sound and feel of it, soft wrinkles.

I heard more, too.  Between my legs, a slick, steady sound.  It made me excited, but embarrassed in a way; and, though I wouldn't admit it to anyone except maybe Asher if he pried, the embarrassment excited me somewhat, too.  The table was heavy and stood strong, but if I listened hard enough I could almost hear the creaking and groaning of wooden legs struggling to shift on the carpet.

Taste, too.  His mouth on mine, yes, but more than that, also.  The smells in the air wafted through my nose and settled on the back of my tongue like some delightful treat.  Asher's cologne mixed with his kiss, leaving me with a heady taste of him and dark citrus.  I... this was almost too much, but I could smell the barest hints of sex and my arousal, too, and the taste, it was...

I wanted him to thrust his cock inside of me.  Thrust hard, coat his shaft in my arousal, and then pull out.  I wanted to hurry to my knees and wrap my lips around his manhood, savoring the full feeling of his cockhead, then his shaft, filling my mouth, and I wanted to taste his heat and warmth and my sweet arousal, combined as one.

I didn't know if that's what whores and sluts and homewreckers wanted to do, too.  Maybe later I'd think about it more.  Right now, I was too busy with other things.

My orgasm sliced through me.  Sizzling, warm, spreading outwards, my climax pressed and settled into my core, then outwards, onwards, rushing into the rest of my body.  My legs tensed, stomach clenched, body tightened, taut and hard.  My inner depths grabbed at Asher's fingers, but he slipped them in and out, evading my grasp, moving faster and faster.  He pressed harder into me, pulling, beckoning and coaxing my orgasm further. 

It came and I came and I spasmed and writhed on the table.  My arms abandoned me and I fell, but Asher kept me safe.  He lowered me to the table, kissing me, touching me, fingers inside me and on me.  His other hand cradled my back, holding me carefully.  I was lost now, like before, but this time in a good way.  I didn't feel helpless or useless or alone; I felt strength and pleasure and love.

My orgasm peaked, higher, finding its apex, and then it slowly calmed, lowering and settling.  Asher could have kept it heightened, I knew, but he slowed his pace and let me relax atop the table.  My entire body felt soft and sleepy, but vibrant and alive, too.  I felt like springtime, a flower waking up after winter and blossoming into beauty.

Asher gently removed his fingers from inside of me, but he didn't let me go.  His hand cupped my sex, keeping me warm and safe, holding me tight.  He leaned forward and lifted himself onto the table, bringing his lips close to my ear.

"When we first met," he said.  "When we did this, I knew I shouldn't have.  I'm sorry for that, Jessika.  I let things get out of hand.  I went too far, but I did stop before things went further."

Somewhat dazed, but interested, I cocked my head to the side.  "Hm?"

"You were so erotic and wet.  You moved and wiggled on the table.  It was so sexual and arousing to me.  It literally took every part of me to stop myself from ripping open my pants, pulling out my cock and fucking you right then and there.  I wanted you so badly."

"Did you really?" I asked, smiling at the thought.  I remembered thinking I wanted him to do that, too.  Would we both have regretted it if he did?  Nothing was easy after that, and later things became even harder.  I'm not sure what would have happened.

"I did," he said, returning my smile.  "Can I, now?"

I laughed, some titter of a giggle.  Was this real?  "You're asking me if we can have sex after what you've just done?"

"I want it to be special," he said, genuine.  "I want it to be special, but I want it to be enjoyable, too.  And I want more.  This isn't just for us anymore.  We can start a family together.  We will.

I wasn't on birth control.  We'd been trying to have children for awhile now, but it never worked.  It hadn't worked yet, at least.  It was good, it was fun.  I loved Asher.  I enjoyed spending time with him, whether sexually or not.

Maybe this was it.  Here and now.  Together, us, in his office.  Not a mistake this time, nothing to worry about, no regrets.

"Is it too early?" he asked.  "I can wait if I have to.  I know I said I couldn't wait before, and honestly it's difficult to think of waiting right now, but if I need to, I can.  Tonight, or tomorrow, or however long.  There's no reason for you to wait, though."

"So I can have as many orgasms as I like, and you're just going to sit there, pants tight and uncomfortable, until I say so?" I asked, teasing.

He grinned.  "I'll do what I must.  I might get a little more rough as my frustration builds up, though.  Too much pent up energy, right?  I may just be unable to stop giving you orgasms if I have to wait too long.  I'm unsure how safe I'll be."

I shook my head and smiled at him.  "Asher, I don't want you to wait.  I love how you make me feel, but I love how you feel inside of me, too.  When we're together, really together.  I love it so much."  I kissed him.  "It should be fine now, too.  You can.  It should be a good time."  I was excited.  This was exciting.  We were going to try and have children, but it was more than that, too.

Asher's grin turned into a wide smile.  He nuzzled his cheek against me and lowered his lips to nip at my neck.  I laughed and pressed my nose against him.

"If we do it now, we're more likely to have a girl," I said.  "Sort of.  I'm guessing this won't be the only time we have sex in the next couple of days..."

"I really hope not," Asher said, playful.  "I'm hoping this isn't the only time we have sex today, if we're being open about it."

We kept talking.  Small, inconsequential things.  We laughed.  We kissed.  I nearly forgot where we were, just laying atop the table in Asher's private meeting room within Landseer Tower.  This wasn't proper business etiquette, but I didn't care and I doubted Asher did, either.

I almost forgot about what had happened before with my office, too.  The memory came back, though, some little nagging thought sneaking into my mind.  Just as soon as it reappeared, Asher distracted me and it vanished.  Rolling behind me, both of us laying on our sides, he whispered into my ear, then nibbled at my earlobe.  I laughed and squirmed at his words and his playful nip.  Then he entered me.  Smooth and simple, slipping between my legs and filling me with his hardened cock.  His erection spread my folds, leaving them kissing around his shaft, and he pushed in slowly yet steadily.

I inhaled deeply and caught my breath.  I wanted to fall; to fall against him, into him, onto him.  We were teasing and playing with one another, but I hadn't expected him to do what he did so suddenly.  Emotion and sensation cascaded into me, interrupting my thoughts and replacing them with something else entirely.

I wanted this.  I wanted more.  I wanted everything.  Not for me, but for us.  Together.  Asher and I as one, like this and like now, but for always, too.

It sounded so simple in my head, so easy and right, but then why hadn't it happened yet?  Why couldn't we have a family, why couldn't we join our lives in this new and exciting way.

None of that worried me right now, though.  It didn't matter, not yet, and I gave in to the rhythmic rocking of Asher's hips as he pushed into me and eased himself out of me over and over.  My head rested on the side of one of his arms and his other hand lay against my stomach, holding me there and rubbing lightly against my belly button.

I let him take me and I gave all of myself to him.

H
enry and the rest of the security team finished their sweep of my office.  There wasn't much more they could do, but they assured me it was safe.  They assured Asher, too.  Multiple times.  He wouldn't let them say it just once and needed two or three people to guarantee it.

His caution and resolve made me smile.  It was a little over the top, perhaps, but heartwarming, too.

"I need to attend to some business," he said to me after the security team left.  "Are you alright?  You can use my office if you want, or if you need to, you can go home.  I can have Jeremy come pick you up."

"I'll be fine," I said.  "I might go home, though.  I can call Jeremy on my own, so don't worry about it.  Please?"

He nodded, but seemed reluctant to agree with me.

What had really happened, though?  Yes, someone broke into my office when I wasn't there, but I hadn't left the door locked, so it wasn't too difficult for them.  And they'd messed up my things and written a hateful message, leaving it up on my laptop screen.  These weren't nice things, but they weren't harmful, either.  Not physically, at least.

I tried to rationalize it more.  I wanted to treat it similarly to how Asher seemed to treat everything.  If it didn't hurt him, if it was just someone being rude and mean for their own sake, then what did it matter?

Thinking that way helped somewhat, but it was still hard for me.

Asher gave me a quick kiss, lingering until it almost turned into something more, then he stepped back.  "If you need me, I'll be in the Miranda Conference Room.  Just have them buzz you through, alright?  I want to make sure you're safe."

I nodded.  "I will.  If I need anything, but I don't think I will.  I know you're worried, but I'm fine, Asher.  Really.  I promise."

He smiled.  "I
am
worried, but I'm sure you're right.  I'll see you soon, alright?  Don't forget we need to discuss important business matters a few hours before the celebration tonight, too?"

"Oh?" I asked, coy.  "We do?"

He stared at me with predatory interest, practically growling my name.  "Jessika, don't make me go find you once I get home.  I expect you'll be in our bedroom."

"Or else what?" I asked, grinning.

"Or else a lot of things," he said.  He snuck in for one final kiss, no lingering this time, and then left to attend his meeting.

I sighed, watching him go.  He seemed so confident and sure of himself in so many ways.  Not too long ago we'd been half naked on his private meeting room table, finding comfort and pleasure in each other's bodies.  Now he was dressed and I was dressed and he looked like the epitome of a powerful businessman once again.  Crisp and clean, suit perfect, almost like some dashing spy in a movie about espionage and intrigue. 

That's how I always thought of Asher, too; he lived double lives in a way.  One was with me, more passionate and intense and daring, while the other was here and in public, charismatic and smiling, but guarded and perceptive.  He shifted from one to the other so easily that sometimes it caught me by surprise.  I didn't know which was the real Asher, though in a lot of ways I thought they both were.

I had my laptop now and most of my USB thumb drives, delivered to me by Henry, the head of security, so I could do more work again.  I set everything up on Asher's desk, then sat in his chair and stared at the blank screen.  My finger hovered over the button to turn my laptop on, but I couldn't quite bring myself to push it.

Maybe I should go visit with Elise?  Was she busy?  I didn't know.  She'd graduated from college recently and kept saying she wanted to get out there and begin her career or something.  Except getting out there involved staying in her office or Lucent's office.  And, yes, this involved work, I supposed, but our stories thus far weren't quite the highlight of anyone's year or anything.

Hm... maybe we should plan a trip?  For research?  We could co-author something together, write something sweeping and on a grand scale.  Something really exciting and interesting, with action and romance and mystery and suspense.

It sounded like a good idea, but I knew writing wasn't that easy.  It wasn't as if I could just tell myself that I wanted to write something with romance and action and then write it without thinking any more about it.  It did help to just start instead of procrastinating, but if I wanted to write something really good, I needed to do at least some sort of planning first.