The Billionaire's Day Off(4)

"No, I feel okay being on my feet."

"Okay, your choice," Kyle said as she turned to look at him.

"Listen, I know that being your secretary is probably not the ideal  career but I love my job and being with you is not exactly … " she took a  long deep breath. "I don't want this to be a Fitz and Pope situation."

"Fitz and Pope?" he asked a little surprised.

"Fitzgerald Grant and Olivia Pope from that TV show Scandal?" she said.

"I don't understand. So in this analogy I am President Grant?" he asked and she nodded.

"Yes, and I am the home wrecking black girl who works closely with you  and I am not ready to be that girl. I am not that girl, Kyle."

He stood up and walked up to where she was. He put his hands on her waist and she tried pushing him off.         

     



 

"Stop," she said in a whisper.

"Listen to me, Dalia," he started. "If I am Fitzgerald Grant then you  are the perfect woman for me because I would happily go to war for you,  Dalia Hayes. That is how important you are to me."

At that moment, Dalia was more impressed with the fact that he was  familiar with the Scandal's storyline than what he had just said.

"I am not just one of those men who get off on having affairs with their  secretaries or anything." He gently pulled her closer to him and she  let out a small gasp. "I don't want an affair with you, Dalia. I want  you in my life. I want to wake up one morning ten years into the future  and say to myself that I made a good choice not just in hiring you but  also in choosing to have you in my life."

Dalia was speechless as she looked into his eyes. The million questions  she'd had earlier had all been answered in the short one minute speech  he had just given her. But at the same time, she still had her  reservations. She wanted to say no but at the same time, she wanted to  give in to her heart's desires. Give in to the most primal need at that  moment, which was just to allow herself to be totally and completely  powerless in his arms.

"Dalia, please say something," Kyle said in a soft voice.

"I want to believe that this will work but I can't for the life of me  ignore the fact that I am scared … scared that this might not work out."

"There is no rule book for this kind of thing, Hayes. The best we can do  is just make it up as we go along." He took a step closer so that he  was standing so close she could feel his warm breath on her skin. "The  only promise I can make to you is that I will work my ass off to make  sure that this works."

He gently held the back of her neck and pulled her close. She bit her  lower lip in a desperate attempt to hide the fact that she was blushing  but it didn't last long. When Kyle lowered his head, she closed her eyes  and allowed him to meet her lips in a soft kiss. It was warm and it  struck like a bolt of electricity when his lips brushed against his. She  pulled away briefly before she gave into his kiss again, this time  allowing him to force his tongue into her mouth. She could feel her  tongue rubbing against his own and she loved the feeling. He gently  slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to himself. She  instinctively brought a hand up and held the back of his neck as he  kissed her. He pressed into her and she pressed back. But he was not  getting nearly enough. He began backing her up against one wall and she  slowly took one step after the other back until he got them against the  wall. He had her weight on her, pinning her against the wall. When he  finally pulled away, she was panting and so was he. She was entirely at  his mercy and he knew it a little too well. Her hand slowly found its  way to his t-shirt. He pulled away when she began pulling his t-shirt up  and raised his arms over his head allowing him to pull the shirt off  his arms. She gasped silently when she saw his naked body underneath.  She had long had fantasies of that moment but nothing really compared to  what she was looking at that moment. He was every bit as perfect as she  had envisioned him to be. His chest and biceps were well buffed, a true  sign that he had been doing a lot of weights at the gym and he was  spotting the perfect six pack. She was still looking at his perfect  naked body when he tugged at the chords of her bathrobe. She let out a  small sigh when her bathrobe gave way exposing herself to him.

His eyes ran down her body as he gently pushed the robe off her  shoulders. He took his time taking in her naked body. He was like an  artist looking at a piece of art, carefully picking at its details. He  then kissed her shoulder and then her neck. He was slowly working his  way up to her chin before he kissed her lips softly. The feeling of his  warm skin against her bare nipples was enough to make her feel a rush of  wetness between her legs. His hands were slowly roaming all over her  body. He was caressing her ass, digging his fingers into her folds. He  suddenly swept her into his arms and walked her over to the bed. She was  actually surprised that he was able to lift her up with such ease. She  looked up at him as he climbed onto the bed, settling himself in between  her legs. He filled his hand with her breast as he claimed her lips  once more. The way he was kissing her, caressing her, worshipping every  inch of her body … there was no doubt that she was his. And she had been  for a very long time, she just hadn't come to terms to it until now. She  held on to the headboard as he fondled and kissed her. Soon enough,  there was not a part of her body he hadn't licked and kissed. She moaned  her disappointment when he pulled away from her to take off his  sweatpants. Her heart skipped a beat when she caught a glimpse of his  fully erect cock. He was definitely a little more hung than she pictured  him.         

     



 

"Are you ready for me, Hayes?" he whispered as he climbed on top of her.  His cock was rubbing against her wet opening and she was moaning  softly. She was not sure what excited her more: the fact that's he  hadn't gotten laid in a while or that she was about to get his entire  cock inside her. She was scared that she would not be able to get his  entire girth inside her. It was almost he could read her discomfort.  "Just relax, Dalia," he said in a soft voice as he kissed her. "I  wouldn't ever dream of hurting you."

He kissed her again as he began pushing his cock into her wetness. She  exhaled into his mouth and felt him stretching her out. He pulled out  briefly and then pushed back in, deeper this time. When he pushed in one  last time, she let out a loud moan as he buried himself inside her  wetness. He began moving himself in and out of her, stretching her out  even further and without even realizing it, she brought a leg up and  wrapped it around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. She was  moaning softly into his ear, exciting him with every sound she made and  he was breathing heavily as he claimed her with every deep thrust. As  they pushed into each other, he was digging his fingers into her folds  once more and she was clawing at his back. She could feel herself  getting closer and closer to the edge and he knew it too because she was  writhing under him. She instinctively wrapped her other leg around him  and he began pumping harder. He was slamming against her so hard and so  fast that the only sounds in the suite were of his balls slamming  against her wetness. She was trying to keep everything in but it soon  proved to be too much. She suddenly let out a loud cry as he gave her a  hard thrust making her come apart under him. The feeling of her heat  engulfing him was the final push he needed to explode inside her. He  gave one final deep thrust that made her give out another loud cry. She  buried her head in his shoulder as they shivered in the wake of their  orgasm.

"Wow," he whispered and she nodded. He had read her mind.

"Wow," she echoed.



Dalia was not very sure what it was that she was feeling after hooking  up with Kyle. But one thing was for sure. She did not regret it or  anything that had transpired in London. If anything, it had been most  fun she'd had in days. Well, she did miss out on the Finch and Lindgren  presentation but at least she had spent the entire time cradled in  Kyle's arms. Surprisingly, the two had only made love twice in the six  day period the convention lasted despite the fact that they spent most  of the time together. By the time they got back to Seattle, she was  still trying to figure out how life at the office was going to be now  that she had literally crossed the line. But then again, they both had.  She and Kyle had taken different cars back home mostly because she knew  that if she rode with him, she would have ended up back at his place.  Probably indefinitely.

It was a little after eight in the evening when she finally walked into  her apartment. She immediately smelled the familiar aroma of her best  friend's Kris' beef stew.

"Dalia, is that you?" Kris called from the kitchen as Dalia kicked off her shoes.