I feel like there’s a miniature sun inside of me as I walk into the office wearing a brand-new outfit from Saks, replaying last night’s events in my mind. It must be the 55th time I’ve gone over them, and each time I do, I still get goose bumps.
I was hoping Jude would let me spend the night at his place, but after a few minutes of cuddling and pillow talk, he let me know politely that he had to get some sleep for work and that the car would take me home. Not wanting to be one of those girls who thinks that just because a guy had sex with her he’s suddenly in love with her, especially with my new boss. I also didn’t want to go and put a damper on my night by overthinking things either, so I took the ride back home and fell asleep a very happy girl.
I’m buzzing with excitement for my second day of work. I don’t know what to expect, or how my working relationship with Jude will be now after what happened last night, but I absolutely cannot wait to see him. But as the elevator doors ding and I make my way toward Jude’s office, I see Carlos pacing quickly toward me.
“You don’t want to go in there,” he tells me.
“What? Don’t I kind of have to go in there?”
Carlos looks legitimately worried. “He’s in one of those moods.”
“One of what moods?”
“One of those moods where girls end up losing their jobs,” he replies.
“Ah,” I reply with a heavy sigh and a glance toward the massive closed doors leading to Jude’s office. Surely he wouldn’t fire me after what happened between us though, right? But then again, how well do I really even know Jude?
Part of me just wants to throw caution to the wind and barge right in there, but the rest of me knows that while we may have had an incredible time last night, here at the office I am his secretary, and I do have a job to do.
“What’s his favorite kind of drink?” I ask Carlos. “Non-alcoholic.”
Carlos’ eyes light up. “He likes the double espressos from Big Bean’s, the little shop down the block!”
“Do you have the number?” I ask. “I’ll call ahead and order one and bring it with me when I see him. Maybe that will get Mr. Grouch out of his bad mood.”
Carlos snaps his fingers and grins as he texts me the shop’s contact information. “You’re a smart thinker, Ms. Johnson. Mr. Crown will be glad he hired you.”
As I turn and head back do the elevator, I smile to myself. “I hope he already is.”
I order Jude’s drink when I’m halfway down to the street. It’s a short walk to the store, and they have it ready when I get there. I pay and head back up to the office, praying that my little plan will work. This can’t be the day I’m let go. It just can’t be. Not after what happened between us. I pass Carlos in mid-conversation with someone as I’m heading toward Jude’s office. He flashes me the thumbs up, which I return. Then, my heart rate slightly elevated, I knock on Jude’s office door.
“Yes!” he barks from within.
“It…it’s me,” I reply timidly.
There’s no direct response, but I can hear him in a heated conversation with someone on the phone.
Executive decision time.
I can either stand out here and wait, which means Jude’s espresso could end up getting ice cold, or I could show some initiative and go right in, smile, and hand him his drink while he’s in the middle of his call. Neither seems like a great move, but I have to pick one. And seeing as how I don’t have much time to wait until this drink goes cold, I take a breath and open the door.
Just in time to see Jude spin and pitch a cell phone straight into the wall. It shatters, sending pieces of glass and plastic everywhere.
“Fucking idiots,” he curses under his breath. I’m just about to spin on my heels and head back the way I came when Jude turns and sets his eyes on me. They’re filled with rage, but instantly soften. “Hey, you.”
“Hey.” I smile. “I brought you a double espresso from Big Bean’s.”
Without waiting, I walk quickly over to him, swaying my hips to show off my new red dress I picked up this morning, and hand him his cup. A warmth rises in my chest as I notice his eyes are not on his coffee, but on my hips as he takes it from me.
“Look at you.” He grins. “Not just beautiful, but you already know how to take care of me too, huh?”
I feel myself blushing, but this time I don’t try to hide my face. “Well, that’s my job, isn’t it?”
I’ve never wanted to take care of a man before, but wow am I picturing myself doing everything for Jude: bringing him coffee, making him breakfast, doing his laundry, and setting his clothes out for him in the morning. All things that go above and beyond the duties of a secretary. The question is, will Jude let me do these things for him?
“Sorry you had to see that,” he sighs. “Someone inside the company messed up royally. Screwed up and lost us a big client in our management division.”
“Why don’t you sit down and relax?”
“Nah,” he replies. “I think I need to hit the gym. Work off some of this anger—”
“I really think you should sit,” I interrupt, placing two palms on his hard chest. Jude looks at me with surprise as I guide him gently but firmly back to his chair and push him down into it.
I’m tingling all over. Carlos warned me not to even go into Jude’s office today because he was in a firing kind of mood. If I was any other girl, I would probably be gathering my things and heading home right now. But I’m not any other girl. I’m the girl who Jude lets do things no one else would ever even dream of doing do him – especially not in his office.
He looks up at me, eyes radiating fierce masculine energy that goes straight to my core. Pride swells in my chest. My pulse is steadily rising as I grip the hem of my dress and lift it higher and higher, inch by inch as I rock my hips from side to side, teasing him slowly. A low growl comes from his chest, and I have to force myself not to throw myself at him.
But I maintain control. This moment is about him, not me. I lift my skirt higher, watch as his eyes follow the upward movement of my hands…
…and then he sees it.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he growls. The fact that I’m wearing no panties today is revealed as my skirt bunches up around my waist. Seeing the lust swim through his eyes as he looks down between my legs absolutely sends my head spinning. Moments ago, he was in a fit of rage and now he’s forgotten all about it. “Oh, you’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you?”
“Only for you, Daddy,” I whimper, rocking my hips as I move closer.
“And you shaved for Daddy, didn’t you?”
“I did.” I smile, biting my lower lip. “I’ve never done that before. I never had a reason to…until now. Do you like it?”
Jude reaches out with two fingers and gently caresses my now smooth lips.
“Do I like it?” he asks, as if my question doesn’t require a response. “Sweetheart, you’re absolute perfection.”
He moves to spread me open, but I quickly slap his hand away and make a tsk sound with my teeth.
“No, Daddy. That’s later. Right now is about you. You just sit back, relax, and let me do all the work.”
I can’t even explain what’s come over me or how I’m doing what I do next, but before I know it, I’m down on my knees unbuckling Jude’s pants and pulling out his stiff cock without any hesitation. Like I’ve done it a thousand times before. In reality, I’ve never even given a blowjob before. But something about this man makes me feel so comfortable and brings out a side of me I never knew existed, that I’m able to go ahead and drop my jaw and take him into my mouth without thinking twice.
“Fuck, baby,” Jude groans as the thick tip of his cock touches my tongue. I’m tingling with lust as I take more of him, going as deep as I can, but he’s absolutely massive, and I can’t go more than halfway before I’m gagging and feel my eyes beginning to water.
He rests a hand on the back of my head, guiding me up and down. He knows I don’t have any experience, so he’s showing me just how he likes it. The raw feeling of pleasuring him has me buzzing with so many emotions I barely know how to process them all. When I first started with this plan, I thought it would be something purely physical that would be a continuation of what happened last night, but this feels like something more.
I’m turned on beyond just simple physicality. Pleasing Jude feels like something I was born to do – something I want to continue doing for the rest of my life, and I’ve only just met him. I’m already ready to let my guard down around him, and that’s not something I do easily around anybody. How can this man, who I barely know, make me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before?
His cock swells, putting pressure on the inside of both of my cheeks. His fingers slide through my hair, taking a firm grip. He bucks up with his hips like he’s having sex with my mouth.
“What a good girl you are,” Jude growls. “You’re already so good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never done this before. I’ve got something for you. Are you ready?”
I look up at him, my mouth completely full, his crown pressed against the back of my throat, and do my best to nod. “Mmm-hmmm,” I reply.
He smiles like a king – a dirty, naughty king – and caresses my cheek with the back of his index finger. His cock throbs, and his fingers clench tightly in my hair.
“Here it comes, sweetheart. Swallow. Swallow it all.”
I wish I could say, “Yes, Daddy,” but I can’t. My mouth is completely full. All I can do is look up with obedient eyes as Jude comes and releases the first powerful shot of his seed into my mouth.
It splashes against the back of my throat and onto my tongue, so sweet and salty and sticky. I don’t have to be told twice. I swallow eagerly, again and again as he sprays more and more and more. It just keeps coming. This man was born to put babies inside of me, and I’ve never wanted to be bred more in my life than I do right now.
I swallow and swallow, keeping my eyes focused on him the entire time as his are focused on me. That is until his cock jerks one last and final time and Jude tosses his head back and groans to the ceiling. “Fuck, baby. Goddamn, I think I’m going to pass out.”
He chuckles, runs both hands through my hair, caresses my neck, then reaches down and grabs me under my arms and lifts me up into his lap. I curl up in his arms and close my eyes. Absolute bliss.
“As your secretary,” I whisper, “is it okay if I cancel all the rest of your appointments so we can stay like this all day?”
Again, Jude laughs. Quite a shift from the smashing-cell-phone Jude I encountered when I first entered the office.
“Unfortunately, I have a lot of important things today. But that doesn’t mean we can’t see each other after work. What do you say to that, Ms. Johnson?”
“I say that sounds fantastic,” I giggle.
It takes a near act of God for me to find the strength to get myself up and off of Jude’s lap, but I manage to do so. He gives me a light spank on the butt as I’m tugging my skirt back down. I turn around and flash him a naughty little smile as I grab an empty manila folder and use it to scoop up the phone debris from the floor.
“I’ll order you another,” I tell him. “Call me tonight?”
Buckling his pants back up, Jude nods. “Absolutely.”
I spend the rest of the day overflowing with delight. Although Jude and I don’t manage to find any more alone time together, I do get to see him a few more times throughout the day as I’m doing my chores. I pass him in the hall, once when I’m delivering some files to his office, and once again when he’s on his way to the elevator with some important-looking men in suits. He flashes me a wink on the way that makes my knees go weak.
I’m hoping to see him again before I leave, but Carlos informs me he’s at a business dinner with a new music artist the company is hoping to sign to its music production division. “Just update his scheduling book and you can go.”
“Okay, thank you,” I say as I hurry into Jude’s office. Jude likes to keep a hardcopy of his schedule on his desk along with the one on his phone and computer. He says he’s “old fashioned that way,” so I quickly jot it down and then take the elevator down to the street and race to the subway to catch the next train to Brooklyn.
Oddly enough, I run into Gretchen standing by herself in the corner of the same car I’m riding. For a second, I wonder if I should go over and say something to her, but what would I say? Am I supposed to tell her that I didn’t end up losing my job and that things really worked out between Jude and me?
She glances behind her, and our eyes meet, and when she sees me, a look comes over her face that lets me know I really shouldn’t go over and say anything. It’s almost like she’s embarrassed – like she would give anything not to speak to me right now. So I just give a little polite smile, look away, and get off at my stop. The only thing on my mind right now is seeing Jude again tonight.
