The Billionaire's Kept Secret

Eve Peron’s POV

“Oooooh… I want a fuck…” I groaned quietly to myself, my hands stroking my breasts through my silk shirt.

I felt my nipples harden as the fabric brushed over them. A delicious warmth pooled between my legs.

What I would give for a hot tongue to spread me open, to lick and suck me until this yearning was satisfied. I’d  tried the vibrator I’d affectionately named " the big shoe," but apparently, it hadn’t done a perfect job.

My cunt was already dripping at the thought of it inside me. I remembered myself moaning at the top of my lungs in my penthouse's bedroom  as it hit my G-spot, making me come loud and hard.

I cleared my throat and sighed, shaking away the memory.

Mondays were never my favorite days especially when I had to start the day with a soaking wet cunt under my short skirt.

From the elevator window, the city looked like chaos in motion. Everyone was rushing somewhere. I sighed. Like everyone else, I had too much on my plate. First and foremost, I had a meeting with the board, one I was not looking forward to.

The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped into the top floor of Peron Industries. This was my domain, and from here, I reigned as CEO of the company. 

“Ohhhh gods… help me,” I groaned beneath my breath as I felt my hips brush against the fabric of my skirt, sparks of desire igniting between my legs.

“Good morning, Miss Peron,” Catherine, my new personal assistant, greeted nervously, taking my handbag and jacket.

I nodded, my heels clicking against the marble floor. I paused, staring at her. I’d never noticed how pretty she was. Or how full her breasts looked, how tight her ass appeared beneath that dress.

I even noticed her nipples straining slightly against her gown. Edible and tempting… I almost groaned again.

Get a grip, Eve. Since when did I start noticing women this way?

“Ma’am, your father requests your presence at his estate at noon. He said it’s first priority,” she added, her voice a touch shaky.

I stared at her lips...red, full and  so kissable. I wanted to press my mouth against her neck while my hands explored her body.

The floral scent of her perfume made my head spin, and I almost reached for her as she dropped my bag onto my desk.

Focus, Eve. Get a grip.

There went my board meeting. I sank into my chair, fingers tightening on the armrest. My father never summoned me unless something was burning.  Ewing Peron never summoned anyone lightly.

Since his retirement a few years ago, he’d handed over the empire to me. Running it hadn’t been easy, but it was a challenge I thrived on.

 With two master’s degrees from a prestigious university, one in business administration, another in artificial intelligence, I was built to rule.

“Cancel my meeting with the board,” I ordered, trying not to stare at Catherine.

But her eyes didn’t leave mine. There was something in her gaze I didn’t understand… maybe she felt it my longing too. 

My phone buzzed, and the caller ID showed Dowell McDougal.

A faint smile curved my lips. I waved my assistant away. “Morning, handsome.”

“Morning, boss lady,” he drawled in that lazy, confident tone that always made me blush. “Don’t tell me you’re already terrorizing the board.”

“Only the ones who deserve it,” I laughed. “They hate that I run this place better than their sons.”

“That’s because you don’t play by their rules,” he said.

“Rules are for men who can afford to lose,” I replied. “And right now, I feel like breaking some of them.”

My hands roamed over my breasts and down to my stomach. I spread my legs slightly, teasing the heat between them. God… I was on fire.

He chuckled. “You sound like a villain. I like it.” Then softer: “Dinner tonight? La Flamme. Just you and me. No interruptions, no business talk.”

“Deal,” I said, stroking my clit. “But try not to be late again or you will be paying for the most expensive wine La Femme has to offer. " 

“ I won't let that happen,"  he replied “ Tell me you will have a great day devoid of stress." 

I almost whispered: I wish you could see me now… as my fingers dipped inside me. I shivered with need.

“I’ll try,” I said huskily, jerking myself. “No promises.”

“Then I’ll settle for seeing you tonight.”

The call ended, but his voice lingered in my mind. Dowell was charming, wealthy and  everything I could want in a man. Yet there were desires he didn’t fulfill. He had discipline, values, and a resistance to anything spontaneous. Everything was to be done by the book including sex. 

I imagined his face if he knew what I’d been doing with my fingers or the thoughts I have been thinking about Catherine.

I slipped two fingers inside myself, rubbing my clit with the other, jerking harder. I wanted lips on my nipples, worshipping them, biting them until I gasped.

“Ooooh… jeez…” I scolded myself. I couldn't concentrate anymore because of my lust. 

A knock interrupted my thoughts. I withdrew my fingers and straightened.

“Come in,” I called, clearing my throat.

Catherine entered, carrying files. I noticed every detail, the sway of her dress, the way her breasts peeked as she bent and  how she avoided my gaze with every effort within her. 

I needed her.

As she turned to leave, her curves caught my eye. I wanted to touch her.

“Catherine,” I called sternly.

She paused and turned too quickly.  I stepped closer, grabbing her gently. She gasped, but didn’t resist as I kissed her, hot, demanding and  deeply.