The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (13 page)

She had to shake out her hand multiple times to get rid of the cramp. When was Ethan going to give her a small laptop or even tablet to use when she was taking notes? This archaic, analog method of doing things was not setting well with her. What would he do if she suddenly got carpal tunnel?
I wouldn’t be able to do a lot of fun things then.
Fun things like… Jasmine missed a whole minute of conversation because she was too busy imagining all sorts of naughty things with Ethan. When she finally came back to her senses, both men were looking at her as if they knew she was in trouble for not working. Thankfully, neither of them said anything about it before going back to their conversation.

Jackson said goodbye in due time, making sure to shake both Ethan and Jasmine’s hands. If he had a hat, Jasmine did not doubt that he would tip it at her before he left. The others followed him out, saying their final goodbyes in front of the reception desk while a demure woman looked from the direction of Jasmine’s.

“Come, sweet.” Jackson held out his arm for Monica to take before they departed. She clasped her hand weakly around his forearm before letting him guide her out of the office.

Ethan continued to stand in front of the desk for a few more seconds. Jasmine was about to return to hers so she could start typing up the notes for him, when he turned to her and said, “Come with me back into my office. There’s something I want to discuss with you.”

Jasmine thought nothing of it as she turned and went in with him. The door shut behind her, and Ethan went to sit in his chair.

“Yes? If it’s about the notes I missed earlier, I’m sorry.” Jasmine didn’t know what else to say. She hoped she wasn’t in trouble, and had a feeling that she wasn’t, but…

Ethan waved her concerns away with his hand. “I don’t care about that.”

“Then what is it?”

He stood up and faced the window at the rear of his office. With his hands in his pocket, the afternoon sunlight shone through and blinded his face. “Take off your underwear.”

11

Jasmine stared at him for a good few seconds. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I don’t have much time before I have to go to another meeting.”

“You… wanna do it right now?”

His eyes pierced through the sunlight, reproaching her insolence.
Yes, sir.
That probably should have been the only thing she needed to learn the error of her ways. After all, it had been three whole weeks since she signed that contract, and nothing had come of it besides her actual job so far. But when Jasmine thought it was a bit odd before, she now thought of it as a nuisance. She knew that she had signed on to be available whenever, but until it actually happened, she didn’t think much of it.

“Okay then.” Jasmine put the pen and paper on the big desk before stepping back and making sure her balance was sound. With Ethan Cole half watching, half ignoring her, she worked her lingerie down her thighs, aware of how odd this was. This wasn’t like back in his penthouse, where they were in the throes of passion and in the mood for whatever they gave each other. Jasmine was sober when it came to her arousal, although she did have to admit that the way Ethan glared at her was sort of a turn on.

“Leave them there,” he said the moment Jasmine stepped out of her clothes. When she first started working there, she made a point of wearing only her nicest pairs. But after so many days of nothing, she got lazy and started putting on the cotton ones. There they were now, plain, ordinary, and wholly unsexy. Nonetheless, Jasmine kicked them behind her.
Should make him take off his next.

Ethan didn’t take off any of his clothes. Instead he stepped away from the window, his heavy shoes stepping lightly on the carpet. One hand extended, the back of his knuckles caressing her cheek. Jasmine shivered. Ethan stepped out of the light just enough for her to see the intention in his eyes. Finally. It was time.

“I must apologize for my neglect. It seems that we started this contract when I was quite busy. I assure you that ever since that one night I have thought about you many times.” Those fingers splayed out and cupped Jasmine’s cheek within their palm. “Even when you wear the same outfits over and over, I can’t help but think how beautiful you are every time you walk through those doors.” He placed a careful, gentle kiss on her forehead. It almost placated Jasmine, but she knew that this would not stay gentle for long.

And yet he let his hand roam down her shoulder and to the buttons on the top of her dress, which he unbuttoned one by one until her cleavage spilled out. Surely it must be taunting him. Jasmine glanced down at his midsection but didn’t see anything different. He said that he didn’t have much time. Where was this going?

Ethan brought her closer to him. Jasmine thought that he would kiss her, but his hands diverted to her chest, pulling down her bust until her bra was halfway to hanging out. Shivers ran through her skin, and she continued to glance at the door for a while. No, no one would disturb them. The rule was that nobody disturbed Ethan Cole like that unless it was…
Me.
His personal assistant was the only one allowed to even knock on the door. Everyone else had to be permitted through the intercom if the door wasn’t open.
This is so he can do things like this.
Jasmine gasped as he yanked her bra down, popping her out of her dress and sending her off balance.

“Your breasts are beguiling.” Ethan leaned against his desk, one hand still in his pocket. He seemed pleased with himself as he smiled at her in that self-assured way.
That’s how he charms money out of people’s pockets.
How he charmed her panties off. “And to think, you’re jealous of poor Nadia, whom I’ve never even touched. She has a boyfriend, you know. Or had. I’m not sure anymore.”

Had.
Jasmine knew, from her talks at lunch. “I’m not jealous.” Even though Nadia’s rack was easily twice the size of Jasmine’s. Natural too, not that Jasmine was paying attention while the receptionist hobbled around on her crutch. “And I believe you. Why would you lie to me?”

“You’re right.” Ethan pinched her nipple, making her hiss. “Why would I lie about that? I admit, I like the idea of you being jealous. A little, anyway. Must be a power thing.”

“You would know.” Jasmine clamped her lips shut.
Too far!
Especially when he was about to turn her into a willful submissive right there in his office.

“Indeed. I know.” The sunlight gleamed on his dark hair as he leaned down and kissed her breast, his tongue wasting no time licking around her nipple. Jasmine lost her balance again but did not fall. Not even with a thousand sparks of pleasure and nurtured arousal zipping through her at the speed of light. When she walked into that office a few minutes ago, sex was one of the last things on her mind.
It should always be on my mind.
Especially if this was how it was going to be: Ethan summoning her into his office so he could have his way with her at any moment’s notice. Jasmine could say no if she really wanted to, but would she?
Why wouldn’t it always be on my mind?
This man – this gorgeous,
beguiling
man, to steal his words – had a way with the tongue that would make any woman awake in a great desire to… to…

Ethan sat up, leaving Jasmine’s nipple much more erect than it was before. She wiped strands of hair out of her face and took a deep breath to collect her bearings. Not wearing any underwear alerted her to how needy she had become.
Grateful I’m not wearing them now.
Her legs shifted open, slightly enough to stimulate her between the thighs.

Take me,
she almost whispered. She imagined Ethan sitting in his chair, zipper undone while he wore that charismatic smirk. The one that said he knew damn well what he was doing and that she was in good hands. Jasmine would straddle his lap and ride him right there, no work on his part, if he would rile her up just a little more.
I’m young! I can do a quickie!
The sooner they finished this, the sooner she could go transcribe those notes anyway – this time with an orgasm under her belt.

But that wasn’t Ethan’s plan. Sure, he lured her hand to his zipper and gave her that
look.
The one saying she knew what to do. Jasmine pulled it down, the black silk of Ethan’s shorts right beneath her fingertips.

He nudged the chair away with his foot. A strong hand clasped behind Jasmine’s head and pushed it down.

Are you serious?
Jasmine stumbled to her knees, thankful that the chair was out of the way. Ethan nudged her again, not forcefully, but enough to let her know that certain things were expected per her contract.

Most men would just go to the bathroom to take care of the afternoon hard-on. Not Ethan Cole. Young billionaires hired women like Jasmine to wait on them in the office and then go down on them whenever there was a lull in their schedule.

Jasmine did her job. She opened his trousers, found him half-erect inside his boxers, and pretended that giving him head was the greatest honor she could give anyone that day.

Ethan was usually a quiet man. Not shy, not even somber, but quiet. He could tell someone off with one look, invite them into his office with a simple gesture, and inform someone that they were not to come back to the building ever again with a grunt. To hear him suddenly groan in excitement when Jasmine took him into her mouth was a rare treat.

His hands wrapped around her head, pulling her toward him as he enticed her to take as much as she could.
I ain’t no Deep Throat, buddy.
Nor did she think she could do this for more than a few minutes without her jaw wanting to die. Especially since the man was big enough to not only open her mouth wide but also force her to be mindful of her teeth.
Last man I even grazed was a bit pissed off.
Three million dollar signs danced in Jasmine’s head. One bite to Ethan Cole’s dick and she could probably kiss a third of that away.

For a man who had convinced her to get on her knees and suck him in his office without one damn gesture, Ethan was surprisingly tender in the way he gathered Jasmine’s hair into his hands and rubbed her scalp with his large, strong fingers. Jasmine wrapped her hand around his base and teased him with her tongue, tasting his arousal as it made its way from his body.

“I can assure you that Nadia has never done this to me,” Ethan said with that growl in his throat.
Good. He’s enjoying this.
They may have had only one previous encounter, but Jasmine already knew that tell. Mostly because it turned her on. “Let alone as good as you do.”

She slowly eased her lips off him, kissing the tip of his erection before letting her tongue twirl in circles around it. Jasmine looked up at him, eyes wide in defiance.
“I don’t believe you,”
she teased him with her demeanor.

“Fine. Want me to tell you how I’ve thought about fucking her?” Ethan gave a slight thrust forward, pushing his erection into her lips. Jasmine closed her eyes and concentrated on taking it back into her mouth as she listened to him go on about some fantasy he may or may not have about his receptionist. “I wouldn’t take her in here. I’d take her out there, right against her desk. Though I guess I should let her sit right now, huh?” Even with his cock in a woman’s mouth, Ethan found it in him to laugh at absurd imagery.

He was stiffening. Jasmine wondered if this was going to ride through to completion, with him coming in her throat and expecting her to not gag.
Oh God I’m awful at that.
Visions of boyfriends past swam in her mind, and suddenly she was back in a dorm room choking on some guy because there was no warning.
I can’t do that in here!
Not on only the second time. That kind of nightmare was best reserved for later on when he wouldn’t give a shit!

Then there was the matter of her own arousal. By now Jasmine tingled all over, her body reacting to what was foreplay for her.
Why isn’t this thing in me, anyway?
Blowjobs in the afternoon? Was this going to be every other day for the next six months? Cleaner for Jasmine, though she would have to invest in some travel-sized mouthwash if she were to face her coworkers without cowering in the corner. But a woman had some needs, damnit. She felt at her breasts with her free hand, whimpering at them still being out – and hard. She also wasn’t wearing underwear. Why would he make her take them off? Because seeing her lingerie on the carpet aroused him? Men were strange.

Her hand went from her chest to her thighs, startled to find how hot she was there.
Bastard.
Ethan must have thought the same thing, for he said, “Touch yourself.”

Jasmine was about two seconds ahead of him. But with his prodding, she went for it, humming against his flesh as she discovered how wet he had made her.