“Yes, I know how to drive, silly.” I smiled.
“Then what’s the problem?” he asked in confusion.
“It’s too fancy. I don’t belong in a car like this.”
Ian took my arms and put them around his neck as he put his hands on my hips. “Stop putting yourself down. You do belong in a car like this, and you’ll look sexy as hell driving it. The company car is just one of many perks.”
“Thank you, Ian,” I said as I kissed him.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled.
We walked back to my apartment and Ian shut the door. He had that look in his eye. The same look he had in the limo. As he slowly made his way to me, I kept backing up until my back was against the wall. His smile grew wider.
“Just the way I like it; right up against the wall,” he said as he grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head with one hand.
He was strong and so sexy. He tilted my head to the side as he began kissing my neck. “Did you get on the pill?” he asked in between kisses.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly.
“When can I fuck you?” he whispered.
“Three days, safely.”
“Fuck. I still have to wait?”
His tongue traveled from my neck to my earlobe and down my jawline. He pushed his knee in between my legs and spread them as his hand moved up my skirt and to the edge of my panties.
“Oh, baby, you’re so wet again,” he said as his mouth crashed into mine.
He didn’t waste any time ripping the side of my panties and plunging two fingers inside me as I was lifted slightly off the ground. He was like an animal; a beast out of control.
“You’re so tight. I can’t wait until my cock feels how tight you are. God, Rory, I can’t stop wanting you. There’s a part of me right now that just wants to put on a condom and fuck you senseless.”
I was so turned on by him that I didn’t care. I wanted him inside me. “Ian, just put the damn condom on and fuck me, please.”
He let go of my wrists and instantly, his hand went up my shirt, pulling down my bra as he fingered my hard nipple. I reached for his pants and unzipped them as his erection was dying to be released. He grabbed my hand and stopped me.
“Let me make you come first and then I want you to suck me off.”
My body went from hot to flames when he said that.
“I want you to look at me as you come. Don’t take your eyes off of me. Do you understand me?”
I nodded my head because I understood perfectly. His scent engulfed me as he stood in front of me, with his fingers inside, alternating between circles and a steady in and out movement. The pressure was building and he could tell.
“Good girl, you’re almost there,” he said as he took his thumb and slowly rubbed my clit with it.
The moaning sounds that came from my body surprised me. I stared into Ian’s eyes as my legs started to tighten and the pressure built up to the point of no return.
“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” he commanded.
I bit down on my bottom lip as I clasped his shoulders and my body shook. I released myself all over him.
“Christ, Rory. That was so fucking hot. I need to be inside you. Shit. I’ll wait, baby. It’ll be worth it. But make no mistake that in three days, no matter what’s going on, I’m fucking you all night long. So you better be prepared to spend the night, because I’m not letting you leave.”
I took in a sharp breath because, I swore, I just had another orgasm. I nodded my head because the word yes wouldn’t come out of my mouth. He had me hypnotized. I was so lost in him at that moment that I couldn’t see or think straight. Ian took his finger and ran it lightly across my lips. I took his finger in my mouth, tasting what he desired. He closed his eyes and let out a low hiss as he took down his pants and pushed me on my knees. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and wrapped my lips around his sensitive tip.
“Fuck, Rory. A few sucks and I’ll be coming,” he moaned.
He placed his hands on each side of my head and, with a bobbing motion, I ran my tongue around his cock as I took his entire length in my mouth. I reached under and gently stroked his balls as his stomach contracted and he moved his hips back and forth.
“Sweet Jesus, Rory. Oh God, don’t stop,” he said as his breathing became rapid.
One last thrust into my mouth and he immediately pulled out, taking his throbbing cock in his hand and spilling his pleasure all over. It was just about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. The look on his face, the sounds from within. I had a feeling that once he was inside me, I’d never be the same again.
I stood up and ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I handed it to him and he smiled at me. He cleaned himself up, tucked himself back in his pants, and walked over to the sink and washed his hands. I sat down on the couch and watched him as he dried his hands. He walked over and sat down next to me.
“You.” He smiled as he shook his finger in front of me.
I grabbed it with my hand and held it still. “What?” I giggled.
“For someone who only had sex twice in her life, you sure as hell know how to give a blow job. You were amazing.”
Knowing that I’d satisfied him and he enjoyed it gave me the confidence I needed. Thank you, Google and porn. I didn’t want to tell him I’d researched it, so I just smiled and said thank you.
“You never told me where you learned to punch the punching bag like that,” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“There was one in the barn behind my aunt’s house. My aunt had this guy friend who came over the house quite often. Okay, he was her drug dealer. Anyway, for a drug dealer, he was a nice guy. He saw me in the barn one day, punching like crazy and all wrong, and he taught me the proper way to punch and kick. I needed to be physically strong in case Stephen came after me. I just didn’t expect him to knife me from behind. I practiced every day, and whenever the drug dealer came over and brought my aunt her drugs, he would make me show him my progress and then he’d teach me some new moves.”
“He sounds like a very nice drug dealer.” Ian smiled.
“He actually was a nice guy.”
“Well, we should get going.”
I looked at Ian in confusion. “Where are we going?”
“Back to my house. So, pack a light bag because you’re staying the night.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are, Rory, and it’s not up for discussion.”
“Ian, no.”
“Rory, yes. How do you expect me to get home?”
“Call a cab!” I exclaimed.
“I don’t do cabs. Come on. You have to be at my house early anyway. I promise you we can go running in the morning. Unless you’d rather go down to the gym and use that punching bag again. I was totally turned on watching you do that.”
I sighed as I stared at him. He pouted and made me laugh. “Damn you, Braxton,” I said as I playfully hit his chest.
He grabbed my hand and, with a wide grin, he said, “So you like it rough, eh? I’ll have to remember that. Now let’s go,” he said as he kissed my lips.
“One question. What does one wear as the business assistant to Mr. Ian Braxton?”
“You’ll find out when we get back to the house.”
“Huh?” I said.
He grabbed my hand and helped me from the couch.
Chapter 14
I rolled over and smiled as I looked out the window at the sunrise over the ocean waters. As I lay there for a few moments, I heard a soft knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Ian stood in the doorway and smiled at me. He looked incredibly sexy in his black sweat pants and black t-shirt, which clung to every definition his upper body had.
“You’re not out of bed yet?” he asked as he walked over and sat down on the edge. I sat up and stared at him as he took a hold of my hand.
“I sort of fell back asleep. That nightmare last night drained me again.”
/> “Your first duty as my assistant today is to call Dr. Neil. I thought maybe once Stephen was found and you knew he was safe, the nightmares would’ve stopped.”
“They’ve always been there. I can’t remember a night when I didn’t have them, except when I was drugged up for two days after you found me.”
Ian smiled as he brought his hand up to my face. “We’ll figure this out and get rid of those nightmares for good. Now, get dressed. We have a run to go for before we start our day.”
I stepped out of bed and threw on my yoga pants and tank top. When I went outside to meet Ian, he was standing by the water with his hands on his hips. Even the back of him was sexy, and I could sit and stare at him and his body all day.
“Hey, I think you’re falling behind, buddy!” I yelled as I ran past him.
“No fair.” He smiled as he ran and caught up to me.
I slowed down my pace and we ran together. I was curious to know more about Andrew, so I asked Ian about him.
“Tell me about Andrew,” I said.
“Why do you want to know about him?” he asked as he looked at me.
“He’s your best friend, and I want to know about your friends. Is something wrong with that?”
“No, I guess not. Andrew and I have been friends since we were thirteen years old. We’re like brothers. His dad died a few years back and left him his entire estate and business.”
“What about his mom?” I asked.
“He doesn’t see her very often. His parents divorced when he was sixteen and his mom started dating some guy that was twenty years younger than she was. As soon as his dad found out, he took her out of his will and left her with nothing.”
“Have you ever thought about looking for your mom?”
Ian suddenly stopped, and when he looked at me, anger consumed his eyes. “Why the fuck would you bring her up?” he asked in an angry tone.
“I’m sorry, Ian. I just wondered.”
“Well, stop wondering and don’t mention it again. It was a one-time deal, me talking about her to you that night and it won’t happen again,” he snapped.
“You’re right, it won’t happen again,” I said as I ran ahead of him.
I finally saw the anger that consumed him about his mother, and it frightened me. The rest of the run was silent as we headed back to the house. I took a shower, changed into my business clothes, and walked down the stairs. Ian was walking through the foyer when he glanced up and immediately stopped in his tracks.
“You look amazing, Rory. The business look really suits you.” He smiled.
Thank you, asshole, is what I wanted to say. “Thank you.”
“Follow me to my study. I have something to show you,” he said.
We walked to his study, and I went over to the new cherry wood desk that sat against the sidewall from Ian’s desk.
“This is your desk. I’ve supplied you with everything you’ll need and the computer is fully loaded with all the software you’ll be using.”
I looked at Ian and twisted my face. “There’s that adorable look again. Now, what?” He smiled.
“You never had an assistant work from home, have you?” I asked.
Ian put his hands in his pocket and casually walked over to his desk. “What makes you think that?”
“Because this desk wasn’t here the last time I was in your study and I don’t recall ever seeing another female in the house besides your maids and sex partners.”
Ian sighed and looked down at his desk. “Please don’t refer to those women as my sex partners, and you’re right, there was no assistant.”
“So you lied to me?” I asked.
Ian stepped away from his desk and walked over to me. He put his hands on my hips as he tried to explain to me what I’d asked him.
“Technically, no. I’d been planning on hiring someone all along. You came along and I thought you were perfect. End of discussion,” he said as he kissed my lips.
“Excuse me, Mr. Braxton, but I do believe we’re on company time. I would hate to think that you kiss all of your female employees on the lips.”
Ian chuckled. “Only the special ones.” He winked. “I do have to head to the office. I have some contracts here that need to be typed up. You’ll find the program on the computer. If you have any questions, just call me or Adalynn. She knows my software and she could probably help you.”
“You never told me that you’re partners with her at Prim.”
“Should I have? I didn’t really think about it,” he said.
“No, I guess not.” I sighed.
Ian smiled and left his study. I sat down in the plush black office chair and opened the first file for the contracts that needed to be typed up. I turned on the computer and a picture of the most amazing flowers filled the screen. I smiled because he remembered how much I loved flowers. As I became familiar with the program, and started typing the contracts, an hour had passed, and Mandy, one of Ian’s maids, knocked lightly on the study door.
“Come in, Mandy.”
“I brought you some coffee, Miss Sinclair, and a chocolate chip muffin. Charles made them per the request of Mr. Braxton.”
“Thank you, Mandy, and please call me Rory. Tell Charles I said thank you.”
“I will.” She smiled.
Mandy was a cute girl. She looked to be about mid-twenties with short black hair and green eyes that resembled cat eyes. She was very attractive. As I finished up the contracts, I ate my muffin and drank my coffee. The day went by pretty fast as I sat on the computer all day, studying the software that was loaded in the computer. Ian sent me a couple of text messages, asking me to make some phone calls for him. I got up from my desk just as Mandy walked in with a beautiful arrangement of flowers.
“These just arrived for you, Rory.”
“Oh my gosh. They’re beautiful.” I smiled as I took them from her and set them on the desk.
There was an envelope that was sticking out from the top, so I pulled out the card that was inside.
For a beautiful assistant.
Welcome to Braxton Development.
Best, Ian
My smile widened as I took note of the word “beautiful” he had called me again. I stuck my nose in the flowers and took in their amazing scent, then picked up my phone to send Ian a text message.
“Do you always call your assistants beautiful? Thank you very much for the flowers.”
“No, because I only have one assistant who’s beautiful and you’re welcome. 2 more days!”
After my work was finished, I left Ian’s study and walked to the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Ian’s father, Richard, sitting at the table.
“Well, well, I thought you moved out,” he said.
I walked over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water before replying to him.
“I did move out, Richard. I’m working as Ian’s assistant. Today’s my first day.”
He looked at me and knitted his eyebrows while giving me a sinister look. “Really? My son hired you?”
Remain calm. He’s nothing. You’ve handled far worse. “Yes, Ian did hire me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” I smiled as I began to walk out of the kitchen.
“You’re not excused, little lady. Get back here!” he exclaimed.
I slowly turned around and stared at the so-called man before me. He got up from his chair and walked over to me.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-three,” I replied.
“You’re just a baby. No wonder why my son is keeping you around. If it’s money you want, name your price.”
His words were unbelievable to me, and I felt like a ticking time bomb ready to explode any second.
“I don’t have a price, Richard. Ian was kind enough to take me in and help me out. He’s given me a chance to start my life over, and I will always be indebted to him for that.”
“You poor, naïve little girl. My son will break you. When he tires of you, whi
ch he will, he’ll break your spirit and then he’ll go on with his life as if you never existed.”
“Dad of the year, right? You taught him well. You should be so proud,” I said.
“Rory! That’s enough!” Ian yelled.
I quickly turned around to find Ian standing there with anger displayed all over his face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I couldn’t answer him because it was apparent that he walked in on what I said, and he didn’t hear the rest of the conversation. I shook my head and stormed past him, bumping into his shoulder as I walked by. As I went down to the beach to try and calm down, I was burning mad at the way that man talked to me and also at how Ian walked in and yelled at me without hearing what his father had said.
“He’s an asshole; what can I say?” Ian said as he walked up behind me.
“Yeah, well, you didn’t hear the things he said to me.”
“Then tell me, Rory,” he whispered as he put his hands on my shoulders.
“He told me to name my price.”
I wasn’t about to tell him what his father had said about him. So I just left it at that.
Ian’s hands lightly squeezed my shoulders. “I’m sorry. He’s just looking out for me. He doesn’t trust you because he thinks all women are after my money.”
“I don’t care about your money. But I will tell you this: you better set him straight or I will quit being your assistant and you won’t ever see me again.”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back. “I know you don’t give a shit about my money and don’t talk crazy. You aren’t going anywhere. Two more days,” he said as he lightly kissed my neck.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you know how many times you’ve said that today?”
“Yes. Can you tell how impatient I am?” he said as he kissed my head.
I brought my hands up to his arms, which held me tightly. “Thank you again for the beautiful flowers.”
“You’re welcome. I’m having dinner with Andrew tonight so I have to get ready to leave. Are you going to be okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m going to head home anyway. Enjoy your dinner,” I said as I broke from his grip and started to walk away.