“What other things do you want to do to me?” I feel so dirty asking the question, but it also turns me on. The way his eyes go heavy-lidded tell me it does the same for him.
“Feast on your pussy.” He licks his lips. My fingers grip his shirt as my knees go weak. He easily grabs me around the waist and lifts me to sit on the kitchen counter. He spreads my thighs to step between them. “Are you wet for me?”
I don’t know if I’m going to die of embarrassment or simply combust from his touch. “Yes.”
“Show me.”
“Show you?” My eyebrows probably hit my hairline.
“Pull the shirt up.” Tentatively, I drop my hands from his chest to grip the bottom of the shirt and pull it up. I don’t have to go far since my thighs are spread, causing the hem to already raise past the middle of them.
Devlin’s eyes stay locked between my thighs as my light purple panties come into view. “Oh.” I gasp when I see the wet spot that’s formed on them. I try to jerk the shirt back down, my face rushing with heat.
“Don’t.” Devlin pushes it right back up. “Did I do this to you?” He brushes his fingers back and forth across the wet spot.
“Devlin.” I whimper.
“Let me get a better look, doll face.” His fingers hook into the side of my panties, and he pulls them over to the side. His knuckle brushes against my clit. My hips buck. “That feel good?” he asks as he moves his knuckle back and forth.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Can I kiss you here too?”
“Please.”
Devlin drops to his knees in front of me, burying his face between my thighs. I grip the side of the counter as his tongue strokes my clit. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
He licks and sucks up every drop of me. His mouth is relentless and consuming. It’s all too much. “Devlin!” I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me. It explodes through my body, making my legs shake.
My head drops back. I blink away the rush of emotions that try to consume me. “You with me?” Devlin stands, his hands cupping my cheeks.
“That was amazing.”
“Best breakfast I’ve ever had.” He gives me that dimple again.
“You haven't had my French toast yet.”
“I can’t wait to have your French toast, doll face. I promise it’s going to be second to your pussy.”
“Devlin!” I gasp.
“It’s the truth.” He kisses me on the tip of my nose. “Can I help you make breakfast?”
I shake my head no, wanting to do something for him. “Can I at least watch?”
I nod. He grips my hips, helping me off the counter before he goes to sit down in one of the high-top chairs. All of his attention remains focused on me. It’s different than I’m used to. Normally no one pays me any mind.
Devlin is a little bit too good to be true.
9
Devlin
“When we get to my office, you’ll stay with me at all times. Got it?” I nuzzle her neck as my driver pulls into the parking deck beneath my building.
“Okay, but what should I do? Take notes?”
“What do you like to do?” I ask.
She gives me a confused look. “I mean, I’m supposed to be working for you, right?”
“Yes.” I toy with a lock of her hair, twirling it around my finger.
“So what do you need me to do?” Then she taps her finger to her chin. “And what’s my pay? I guess I should’ve negotiated that.”
“Were you intending to drive a hard bargain before or after I ate your pussy?”
“Devlin!” She smacks my arm and glances at the driver.
“Don’t worry about him.” I grip her chin and pull her face back to mine. “Give me your salary figure, and I’ll see what I can do.”
She pinches her lips together, a thoughtful look on her angelic face. “So I’m full time?”
“Definitely.” I can’t tell if she realizes I’m teasing her, but I rather enjoy the way she’s doing math in her head. “And you’ll have medical, dental, a clothing allowance, and whatever benefits I can offer you.” I move closer and kiss her throat, then suck her skin between my teeth.
“I mean. I know I’m not exactly familiar with the professional world, but do most assistants do things like this?” She gasps when I cup her breast.
“You aren’t most assistants.” I release her as the car pulls to a stop in front of my private elevator. “Now tell me your number.”
“Okay, so full time. That’s um…” She closes her eyes. “That should be. I’m not sure. How about 50 grand a year?”
“Perfect. Make it 100, and you have a deal.”
Her eyes pop open. “What?”
“You heard me.” I open the car door and help her out. “I do so love a bargain.”