The Assistant by Ramona Gray

Jones!”
    As if my very thoughts had summoned him, Aiden’s
deep voice spoke almost in my ear.  I pulled away from Jamie and gave Aiden a
guilty look as Jamie scowled.
    “Can we help you, Aiden?”
    “I require Ms. Jones’ help with a work-related
issue.”
    “It’s after work,” Jamie said.  “Is it
really necessary to drag her away from the party?”
    Aiden sighed loudly.  “She’s my assistant,
Mr. Parker.”
    “That’s right – your assistant.  She’s not
your personal slave.  You can’t just – “
    I took one look at Aiden’s rapidly-reddening
face and pressed my hand into Jamie’s arm.  “It’s fine.  I don’t mind at all,”
I said quickly.
    “Lina, you don’t have – “
    I squeezed Jamie’s arm as he continued to
protest.
    “It’s not a problem.”  I smiled at him.  “I
won’t be long, okay?”
    He nodded and I followed Aiden to the
elevator.
    We rode the elevator in complete silence. 
I was still holding my glass of wine and I drained it quickly as Aiden stared
straight ahead.  The doors opened and I followed him down the hall and into his
office.  I set my empty wine glass on his desk as he slammed the door shut and
stalked toward me.
    “What do you need help with, Mr. Wright?” 
I asked quietly.
    “Are you fucking Parker?”  He barked at me.
    I blinked in surprise and took a step
back.  “What?”
    He moved closer.  “Are you fucking Parker?” 
He gritted out.
    “That’s none of your business!”  I snapped
at him.
    He yanked me into his embrace.  My long
hair was in a ponytail and he wrapped his hand in it and pulled my head back
until my face was pointed toward him.
    “You will tell me what I want to know,
princess,” he growled.
    “I will not!”  I glared at him.  “My
personal life is none of your goddamn business, Mr. Wright, and I – “
    He kissed me hard on the mouth, thrusting
his tongue between my lips and overpowering me with his scent and his touch.  I
moaned, melting against him, as he took my mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. 
This was what I wanted, what I had been craving for weeks, and I returned his
kiss almost angrily.
    We broke apart, both of us breathing
raggedly, and I moaned again when I felt his erection pressing against my
stomach.  He was resting his forehead against mine and I took a deep breath
before pulling away and turning around.  I stared down at his desk, my thoughts
in turmoil and my lust raging out of control. 
    “This is a mistake,” I said hoarsely.  “You
know it is.”
    He grunted harshly in frustration before
pressing his body against mine.  He ground his cock against my ass and reached
around to cup my large breasts through my top.  He kneaded them roughly before
raking my top down my arm and biting me firmly in the spot where my neck became
my shoulder.  I cried out, my back arching, and he bit me again before his
fingers reached for the buttons on my shirt.
    “Mr. Wright – “
    “Has he done this to you, Lina?  Has he touched
what belongs to me?”
    He yanked my shirt down my arms and clawed
open the front clasp of my bra, freeing my breasts from its tight grip.  He dropped
my bra to the floor before cupping my breasts.  He pinched my nipples, pulling
roughly on them as I pressed my ass against his cock.
    “Has he fucked what is mine and only mine
to fuck?”  He snarled into my ear.
    “No,” I moaned breathlessly.  I couldn’t
think past my overwhelming need and my skin felt like it was on fire as Aiden
reached for the hem of my skirt.  He pulled it up around my waist and I cried
out when he pushed his hand into my tights and panties and cupped my throbbing
pussy.
    “This is mine.  Understand?”  He growled.
    I nodded and didn’t protest when he pushed
me face down on to his desk.  He shoved my tights down to my ankles and pushed
my legs apart with his foot.  I squeaked in alarm when he tore off my panties
and stuffed them into his jacket pocket.
    “Wider,” he snarled