Page 22 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“You like fucking me like this, don’t you?” I said, breathlessly, locking eyes with him.

“More than anything,” he gasped, and grunted with pleasure. “You’re so tight.”

“But I’m wet too,” I said, “for you.”

And we rolled again, rutting like animals on the bed. Now he was on top of me, fucking me hard, as I cried out. I shifted a little and knew that I was building to something I’d never felt before, a rushing, booming noise in my ears as I felt all the pleasure build in my hips.

Lucien rose up, and brought my hand between my legs. I’d never done that before with anyone, but there and then I trusted him, and began to touch myself, as the feeling spread and the warmth drew. I thought about how perfect this was, how much it meant everything to finally have pulled back the dark curtain of feeling between us and just be one, one body, one mind—

When I came, it was like a burst of stars in my eyes. My breathing shot and I moaned, my head turned to the side. “Ah!” I gasped, and then I felt the contractions race and slow, spreading, kneading delicate gems of pleasure into every part of my body.

I finally fell back, and Lucien lay beside me. And I kissed him, and stroked his face, and rested my head on his chest in the bed, while the world swam above me and the ceiling fan rotated, lulling me gently to the deepest sleep I’d known in many years.

*

In the morning, I awoke. I sat up, and looked around the room. It wasn’t my hotel room. I hadn’t been dreaming. I told myself that again, as I sat up.

“You haven’t been dreaming,” I said to myself.

“I’ll say,” said a deep voice from the doorway.

I looked up. It was Lucien. He stood there, one of his hands on his hips, the other holding his phone. A towel was wrapped around his waist and his skin was glistening from the shower. He looked up and grinned—it must have been the first time I’d seen him smile since we’d met.

“You,” I said, and stood up. I felt no shame, no indication that this had been the wrong thing to do. I shook my head in disbelief. “What did we just do?” I said.

“I don’t know,” said Lucien. “But I liked it.” And I stood there, and laughed. It felt so strange to have come so far. But all our physical intimacy last night had put us at ease. It was as if I’d known him for so long but forgotten him. And our passionate tryst had just reminded me.

At the same time, I knew it was too much. It was too much to deal with, and that was why I was laughing. That was why I shook my head and made for the shower. In the big, quiet bathroom, I let the water run while my mind began to race.

He’s your boss, and you’re his PA. Cliché much?

But I shook that thought off.

I’m just doing a little work with him for the Summer. And it got out of hand. So what? So what if it was all a little much too soon? I’m sure it’s fine. I’m sure he’s probably thinking the same thing.

I thought that voice was the voice of rationality talking, but gradually, it grew insidious and whispered unkind things.

He’s probably going to throw you away. I bet that’s how he lost his last PA, too.

There it went. My paranoid brain, always thinking of the worst-case scenario.

How about you just go talk to him, said a more sensible voice, and I agreed. So after I’d stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself, I walked into the bedroom, where Lucien had changed into a white shirt and a pair of denim shorts.

“I need to go get my clothes,” I said, trying to keep my eyes off his calves. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Actually,” said Lucien, “I had them bring your bags up here.”

What?

“Up here?”

“Well, we need to leave soon. And this is nearer the roof. So…”

“Oh!” I said, turning to run out of the room, feeling more than a little self-conscious in my towel. “Sure, yeah. We need to be getting back. I guess I’ll be quick.”

“Laura,” said Lucien. I turned around. He chuckled a little. “You know I’m not trying to get rid of you, right?”

“Right, okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. “It’s just—”