Chapter 2: Fireworks In The Office (2)

Eve Peron's POV

My tongue probed her mouth; I licked her neck, kissed her lips, and let my hands roam over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them.

She sighed, her nipples hardening under my touch. I cupped her ass, feeling the soft heat.

“Undress for me, girl,” I commanded, my voice low and urgent.

I sat on the sofa and stared longingly at her.

She did as I said. She took off one piece of clothing after another while swaying to an imaginary song. She unzipped the dress with the skill of a stripper, looking straight at me. As the dress dropped, I noticed the red G-string and the matching bra.

I sighed.

Swaying, she lifted her hands behind her back and took off the bra. The move was so sexy that I leaned back on the sofa, spreading my legs and sliding my panties aside. My fingers found my clit, stroking it in sync with the heat building inside me.

She took off her G-string and I saw the bush. It matched her hair. She looked heavenly.

I beckoned to her to come closer, and she did. I pulled her down onto the couch and put my lips on her erect nipple. I sucked, then bit. She moaned, throwing back her head. I sucked on it like a child sucking on its mother’s breast. She pushed my head down, loving it. She spread her legs and guided my hand to her cunt.

It was hot, hotter than mine, and dripping as I slid my fingers into her. One, then two, then three… first slowly, then faster… then harder. I touched her G-spot, stroking it while sucking her nipples.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” she screamed, holding my head in place.

“You’re enjoying this?” I asked, looking up at her.

“Yes… yes… don’t stop… please…”

“I won’t,” I confessed.

“Ooooohhhhh… I dreamt of it every day. I wanted your fist inside my cunt, stroking me. I used to picture it in the bath and touch myself until I came. I would imagine my lips on your pussy, eating you.”

“I’m here for you, baby. Pussy is a tasty delicacy, and I love eating it.”

I didn’t disappoint her. I bit and sucked her while I fisted her cunt. She lifted her hips, dancing to the rhythm of my hand. I knew she was climaxing.

Then she moved like a panther, quick and swift. Turning, she faced my cunt and began to suck me. I felt her mouth on my clit and almost went crazy.

“Ooooh…” I screamed. “Aaaaaahhh… baby!”

“Fuck…” she shouted as I sucked her too.

I licked her while she licked me.

We moved together, tongues and cunts entwined. When we came, it was savage, our lips glistening with sweat and desire.

I collapsed back, exhausted, staring at her. I’d just fucked my assistant and I wanted to do it again.

“Your meeting with your father is scheduled for this afternoon,” she informed me. She sounded so professional that I realized she was playing personal assistant again.

I laughed, leaning forward to touch her nipple. I knew this wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last.

I felt my clit swelling, craving her lips once more. I was about to tell her when I noticed something had changed. She was suddenly distant.

She got up from the sofa and gathered her clothes quickly, as if in a hurry to leave the room. The warmth I’d felt earlier was replaced by cold tension.

She walked naked toward the door.

“Catherine?” I called softly. “Are you okay?”

She stopped at the doorway. “Ewing Peron, your father is a very powerful man, isn’t he?”

My fingers stilled.

What the hell was going on with her? I wondered.

“Power can make people mean,” she continued. “So mean they can erase a whole family without batting an eyelid.”

I tensed, shocked by her words. “What do you mean?”

She turned, her eyes expressionless. “Nothing, Miss Peron. I was just curious about what it might feel like to have a powerful father like yours.”

“And the part about erasing families?” I asked, breathing fast, almost afraid.

“Nothing for you to worry about. It’s not every day I find the lips of a powerful woman like Eve Peron sucking my clit. I guess it made my brain foggy.”

She didn’t smile. She looked hostile. Angry.

Before I could ask any more questions, she slipped out of the room.

I stared at the closed door, too stunned to understand her sudden shift.

Then I noticed a thin silver pendant lying on the floor. I picked it up. It was a locket. I opened it and saw a photograph of a small family standing in front of a pale stone estate.

I was trying to make out their faces when Catherine reappeared at the doorway, fully dressed, looking once again like my personal assistant. She froze when she saw the pendant in my hand.

“That isn’t yours,” she said harshly.

“Whose is it?” I whispered.

“It’s mine,” she replied, snatching it from my hand and tucking it into her pocket.

“I’ll see you after your meeting,” she added, leaving before I could say anything else.

I stood there, stunned, utterly confused by her behavior and the mystery she had just dropped into my world.