chapter TWENTY-FIVE
Lesson of the Day:
Sometimes you should be selfless. Other times you need to be selfish.
Mikka
Bob called while Jay was lying next to me, running his hand up and down my arm. Completely naked.
I’d turned into the worst PA.
And, for once, I didn’t care.
“Hello?” I shoved his hand away to try to maintain some semblance of professionalism. Jay rolled over to get out of bed.
Bob bellowed into the phone, “Director’s requesting another test. Seems he’s actually feeling pretty good about things, though. The paparazzi didn’t follow you there and there’s been no news, which is good news.”
I heard Jay rummaging and sat up to see him in my suitcase, looking for something I was sure I didn’t want him to find. “Yes, um, it’s great. Everything’s great here. I’ll get the test for you right away.” I wriggled over and tried to shove Jay away from my things without losing the sheet wrapped around my body.
“He seem like he’s recovering, okay?” Bob sounded concerned as Jay whipped out my purple mini wand like he’d found a freaking treasure.
“Uh, yes. He’s doing well. He runs every morning and has been very healthy.”
Jay pulled the sheet back and slid onto the mattress.
“I’m just concerned. That boy is like a son to me.” I heard the vibrator turn on, and Jay licked his lips as his eyes roamed up and down my body. I shoved him, but he didn’t falter at all. He pulled back the sheet and kissed his way down my stomach.
I hissed at the contact, my body so sensitive already to his touch. I pulled at his hair, but he didn’t come up for air. Instead, he inched down farther and rubbed the wand up my thigh.
“You okay, Mikka?” Bob’s voice sounded far away. I’d almost forgotten about him.
“Yes. I… I’m so good.” I dragged out the word, arching when Jay slid the wand up so that it shook right at my entrance. “I should go if you want this test completed.”
“Oh, no rush. Director wants it by end of day. I’m also thinking we should schedule some interviews with TV shows and see if Lela’s PA can work with you to put some couple events on the calendar for them. You have your planner on you?”
The answer should have been yes. I used to have that leather book bag stuck to my side. I was the best at what I did, but Jay was the best at what he was doing.
The mini wand slid in and out of me, and he sucked on my clit like it was his favorite piece of candy.
“Bob, I can’t…” I gasped. “I’m going to have to call you back.”
I hung up.
On my boss.
Then, I wrapped my legs around Jay’s neck and rode his mouth and that wand like I was an equestrian. I screamed his name and wondered if I’d ever had this much fun with a toy before.
I hadn’t.
When I finally came down from the ride, he slid the wand out of me and waved it around with newfound love. “Well, this little device is useful.”
“I can’t believe you did that,” I huffed. “So unprofessional.”
“Would it be unprofessional of me to tell my PA I want to fuck her after I piss in a cup, too?”
I groaned. “You’re hopeless, Jay.”
“Nah, just honest.”