Jada

Monday morning took forever and a day to roll around. I was just that anxious to get back to work to see Ivan. I arrived early and spent most of that time organizing my desk. I lined up Ivan’s agenda for Monday and the rest of the week and placed it on his desk. At five minutes until nine, I made my way over to the break room to make coffee. Someone had already made a fresh pot, and I made a cup for both Ivan and I.

On my way back to the office, I noticed how much the office had come alive. I’d already met two new employees this morning. Another executive and his PA. I took Rachel’s advice and refrained from asking them if they were human or not.

I placed Ivan’s coffee on a wooden coaster and was getting ready to leave the office when I noticed a small portrait hanging on the wall near the coat closet. I moved up to it for a closer look.

Two small boys, an older man, and a young woman stood together in the photograph. The two boys bore a striking resemblance to Ivan and his brother Sebastian. They were all smiling. The perfect happy family. The name Vetrov was engraved in the bottom left-hand side of the portrait. They were like normal people and if I hadn’t been tipped off about what they were, I would have gone on believing that.

“I was only eight years old in that picture.” Ivan’s smooth voice rose behind me.

I jumped, startled by his presence.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, coming inside the office and closing the door.

“I was just bringing in your coffee when I noticed the picture.”

“We were at some town carnival and one of the local photographers took that picture.”

“You were cute,” I said.

“Were?” He chuckled.

I smiled. “Now you’re handsome.”

He grinned and placed his briefcase on the console table near the wall. “I thought about you all weekend.”

“You did?”

“I wanted to call you, but I didn’t want to bother you on your days off,” he said.

“You’re not a bother. You can call me if you like. I spent the weekend by the pool. Mostly reading and drinking cocktails.”

“Well after such a great week, you deserved it.” He removed his coat, hung it on the coat rack, and then loosened his tie.

“I guess I better go so you can get to work.”

“Stay…please,” he said.

“Okay…”

He grabbed his laptop out of his suitcase and began setting up his workstation. “Tell me about where you grew up.”

“Rockside. Small country town in Tennessee. I had never been outside the state until I moved her to help my uncle with his real estate business.”

“I saw that you graduated high school at sixteen. That’s quite an accomplishment,” he said.

“I went to a private school, so the program was super-accelerated. With me being so young, my parents agreed that I’d take a year off before entering college, except I never enrolled. Unlike most my age back then, I had a full-time career by the time I turned eighteen. I could have gone either way—either real estate or personal assistant work, but I chose the PA work.” I sighed. “I don’t know. I could get back into real estate. The way the job market is, everything related to my field is just about taken.”

“I know plenty of agents. I can get you networked with them if you wanted,” he said.

I smiled. “That’s nice of you. I’m going to think about that.”

“I hope you do. You’d be a great asset to any team.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to keep me?” I teased.

He dropped his folders on the desk and switched his full attention to me. Even before he started walking toward me, I felt the magnetic pull between us.

“I’m going to keep you alright,” he whispered, fingering my curls. “Have you decided?”

“Decided what?” I asked, breathlessly, as his fingers stroked my face.

“Who do you want most? The boss or the man and his wolf.”

I swallowed, closing my eyes briefly as he gripped my neck softly. He bent his head and pressed light kisses into my neck. I gasped the moment I felt his heated tongue against my skin.

“What’s it going to be, Jada?” he asked, kissing me lightly. “You and I both know that the only thing we’re working on together is an explosive union waiting to happen.”

“It’s already happened.”

“Yes, it has. Do you know why a wolf calls his companion a mate?”

I shook my head, his touch already rendering me speechless.

“The wolf is inexplicably drawn to their mate. The one woman who will keep him satisfied, keep him sane, tell him like it is without hesitation. She’ll test his limits and make him the best man he can be. It’s a wolf’s instinct to know when he’s met the one. Just like it’s human nature to fall in love. But the mate bond is deeper than that. When the bond is strong and the pull is unavoidable—like what’s happening between us now—the wolf will commit to mating for life.”

“That’s beautiful and everything, but how could a little ole personal assistant who can’t follow your rules make you happy for life.”

Ivan’s lips left my skin. He locked gazes with mine. “You’re going to be everything but my personal assistant, Jada. You might not believe it now, but one day, you’re going to be my wife.”

My lips fell open in shook and I titled my head to study his expression. He was being sincere. There wasn’t an ounce of amusement on his face. Only blinding need filled his eyes.

I’d already been through this before and promised myself I’d never get caught up in my emotions again but the pull to Ivan was too strong. I wanted him on that deep level he just explained to me. The thought of marrying him made me the happiest woman alive.

I grinned. “Does that mean I’m fired?”

He chuckled. “Depends. You never answered my question. Who do you want most?” He took my hand and threaded his fingers with mine. “The boss? Or the man and his wolf?”

“I want them both. I want all of them.”

Our lips met. His mouth was smooth and warm against mine. He kissed me slowly to start, savoring every moment as we stood in the center of his office, oblivious to the people working down the hall. I shuddered against him and his tongue filled me over and over again, exploring my mouth.

Before I knew it, he had swept me up and carried me across the room where he sat me down on top of his desk. He buried his face against my neck again and kissed my throat. I linked my fingers at the back of his neck and pulled him in until my legs were spread for him and his body was between my thighs.

“Ivan…” I whispered. “We’re…someone might—”

He cut off my protests by taking my mouth again. Something about making out in the office with my boss excited me. Although we’d closed the door behind us, I was still aroused by the fact that anyone could walk in on us and witness as the powerful Ivan Vetrov worshipped me with kisses. I stole a glance behind us at the rising sun and all the sky rise buildings surrounding the Vetrov tower.

“Damn it, Jada. I can smell your arousal. I’ve sensed it from day one. I need you,” he panted.

“I need you too.”

“I meant now. Right now.”

“Then I’m yours. But just this once and then we can’t do this here ever again,” I said.

He picked up a small remote control on his desk and pressed a bottom. The shades moved across the floor to ceiling windows, enclosing us in complete privacy.

“Fuck. You look hot in his little black dress, but I bet you look sexy as hell without it,” he said, pushing his hands under my tight skirt.

When he gripped my ass, my entire body went lax and my heels slipped from my feet and fell to the floor. He lifted my bare foot, bringing my toes to his lips. He pressed his lips against the arch of my foot. He did the same with the other feet.

“I like when you look at me like that,” he whispered. “Your pussy must be soaking wet.”

Pushing my dress up over my hips, he found the seat of my panties. His fingers felt amazing against me, even through the fabric. He pressed his thumb down on my clit through the silk fabric. I gasped, trying to hold back the sounds.

“There wasn’t enough time for breakfast this morning, and I’m famished,” he growled, hooking his finger under the elastic band and then sliding the strip of fabric to the side.

“Oh God…” I whispered.

His fingers stroked my dripping wet folds. “Just as I thought. Look at how pretty this wet pussy is. Can I make you come?”

I nodded.

“You’ve had so much to say until now, Jada. Tell me what you want me to do to this pussy. I want to hear it.”

“Make me come. Like that. With your fingers.”

Ivan moved his fingers up and down my slit, deliberately leaving my clit unattended.

“I don’t always play with my food before I eat, but you are exquisite,” he mumbled, lifting my thighs on top of his shoulders.

He played with my pussy until I was writhing on his desk, right on top of the agenda I had just prepared and printed out for him. His touch was electrifying and I forgot where we were. I was close to coming and all it had taken was Ivan’s hands on my pussy.

Dear God, he was playing me like a fiddle.

He settles down in his chair, dragging my ass to the edge of the desk.

“Jada…”

A husky, deep growl escaped his lips, spreading through me like some aphrodisiac. My nipples beaded hard against my bra and I suddenly I wished I were naked.

He grabbed my panties again, but this time I heard the sound of silk being torn away from me. When only a few threads remained intact, he ripped them from me as if they were thin shreds of paper.

His mouth descended on me, hot and wet.

I cried out, but then clasped my hand over my lips quickly.

The surface of the desk was too flat for me to grab and my hands went to his head, running my fingers through his hair as his tongue darted between my folds.

He spread my pussy lips and dived on my clit, sucking the swollen nub into his mouth. Alternating between licks and flicks, his tongue drove me crazy—to the edge, to the brink of ecstasy, and right over it.

“Oh…” I want to scream as my thighs between to tremble and my sex starts to clench.

“You can let go,” he mumbles into my pussy while pushing two fingers gently inside me. “No one will mind if you scream.”

“But—” His fingers spear me, thrusting deep and tipping my g-spot.

“I’m the boss here. Remember that, Jada. This pussy is mine.”

His declaration pleased me, convincing me to give myself completely. He’d been right from day one. Sooner or later, I would’ve relinquished control to him, but I never imagined that I would do so on top of his desk with his tongue flicking at my clit.

As my orgasm heightens inside of me, he licks my pussy and sucks my clit like a hungry wolf. Despite him giving me the permission to scream, I pressed my lips together and used my hand to muffle my cries.

I came hard, shaking against his lips. He lapped at my honey like it was the last meal on earth, savoring every last drop.

When he rose above me licking his lips and with desire in his eyes, I knew he wasn’t done with me.

“That was good,” he exclaimed, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. “Now lets see how hard you work now to hold back those screams.”

My eyes widened the moment his massive cock slipped out. Or rather popped out.

“Shit…” I exclaimed.

His cock was stiff and hard. And even as I admired the length and girth of him, he grew harder still. Pre-cum already leaked from the tip. I licked my lips.

He grinned. “Does that mean you like what you see?”

“Yes.”

Ivan opened the top drawer of desk and pulled out a box. He moved quickly, and in no time his rock hard length was sheathed with the condom.

This time, he only hooked one leg over his shoulder and held my other thigh in his hand. He sat the head of his cock against my swollen pussy lips and drove his long shaft inside of me. We moaned together in ecstasy. He filled me up completely and then some. I had never felt so full in my life. My pussy was soaking wet, allowing me to adjust to his thickness. Even now, my insides still pulsed with the remnants of my orgasms.

He pulled all the way out and then thrust back into me until he was balls deep. I rocked my hips into him as he fucked me, and together, we set a tempo that seemed to send us both into another dimension. In that dimension, there was only me and Ivan. No one else.

He kissed me through it all, making me feel like I was the luckiest woman alive.

His main phone line rang loudly, startling me.

“Fuck that,” Ivan exclaimed, driving into me harder, faster.

“Feels so good,” I whispered, when his lips connected with mine.

“This is heaven.” He groaned, pumping hard and deep.

I was so aroused, I could hear the sex sounds we made each time he sunk into my wetness. My pussy milked him, and with each drive, his balls tightened.

Ivan got what he couldn’t. I could barely hold back my squeals of delight, but I tried.

He slipped a hand between us and played with my clit as he fucked me into oblivion.

“Come again for me, Jada. Let me feel this tight pussy come on my dick.”

“Ivan, oh God…” Tension raced through me and I couldn’t hold out in any longer.

“That’s it. Lose control on my dick,” he urged. “Fuck, Jada…if you only knew how good it felt to be so deep in this pussy.”

His words fired me up and my sex began to clamp tighter on his shaft.

“Ohhh Ivan,” I panted, tipping my head back and letting go.

I felt the moment of his released. His balls stiffened and he thrusts in and out of me with accurate precision. He growled deeply, dropping his head on my shoulder as he released his seed.

He parted from me a bit just so he could take my mouth again and kiss me senseless. The kiss was sweet and lasted until we both realized that we needed to get to work.

What surprised me was that I didn’t feel the least bit guilt about what I did.

We straightened our close afterward and then cleaned up quickly. No matter how neatly I re-stacked the papers, I knew that I’d never look at his desk the same.

I picked up my torn panties and stuff the fabric down into my bra to get rid of later.

“Did you have to tear off my panties?” I asked, playfully.

“How else was I going to get to that sweet pussy of yours?” he replied.

“How about I take it off for you next time?” I said, before I could stop myself.

I grinned, devilishly. “How about not wearing any next time?”

I helped him straighten his tie, but I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him again. Evidently, he felt the same since he wrapped his arms around my waist, making me feel appreciated and wanted.

The phone rang again. This time it was his cell phone. With a grumble, Ivan picked it up.

“What do you want Sebastian?” he asked, using the pad of his thumb to stroke my temple as a sign of endearment. He just couldn’t seem to take his hands off me. I heard a male voice on the other end of the call. “Well, I couldn’t answer. Sorry. I was in the middle of something,” Ivan told his brother.

We shared a smile, reveling in our little secret.

I blushed and, reluctantly, turned to leave.

Just before slipping out of his office and closing the door, I looked up at Ivan Vetrov seated at his desk being the boss that ran a multi-million dollar corporation. He was still grinning from ear to ear and his eyes hadn’t even left me.

I waved teasingly and closed the door behind me, leaving our secret tucked away in his office.

What had come over me? I had always known that my attraction toward Ivan was strong and now I knew why. And there wasn’t anything I could do about it. He’d already declared that I was his. He’d already had an idea in his head that I would be his wife. Best part about it was that I wanted it. I wanted him—Ivan Vetrov, my boss…the wolf and the man.