Disrobed (The Billionaire's Secretary) (3 page)

Later that evening, as the party dispersed, Felicia looked around for Felix. She had found a charming older couple that she recognized from one of Tracey’s yacht parties and had spent the rest of the evening with them, happily listening to their tales of travel and what their grandchildren were up to. A few moments ago, the wife had mentioned a charming young man with grey eyes, and Felicia instinctively knew it was Felix.

She was relieved to find he wasn’t there and, as she said her goodbyes to the couple, began to search for Tracey. Boy did she hope
he was up for a few drinks, tonight. She certainly was! Looking toward the entrance, she could see Tracey saying his final goodbyes to the Senator and Amanda.

“It was good to see you, Senator. I look forward to dinner.”

“You should, our chef, Raoul, cooks food as good as the best restaurants you’ve eaten at. We’ll open a good bottle of wine to celebrate,” he said, and moving in closely to Tracey whispered, “and perhaps you and I can move to the study after for cigarettes, coffee, and bourbon.”

Tracey smiled and nodded.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world Senator,” he said.

“Oh, enough with the formality,”
said Woolworth. ”Call me Henry.”

“Alright Henry. See you there.”

As they left, Tracey turned toward Felicia with a beaming smile. Tonight had gone even better than expected. His rule of making appearances regularly might even have to be updated to twice a month. He hoped Felicia was up for celebrating with drinks! He waved her over.

“Did you get through the night, okay?” he asked, smirking slightly. He hadn’t seemed to have seen Felix, and that was alright with Felicia. She didn’t even want to think about him.

“I survived. How about you?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed.

“Better than expected. Yes, even with Amanda present.”

They both began to walk out of the large doors of the Empire Room and toward the lobby of the Waldorf.
Felicia didn’t know how, but the limo driver always seemed to be waiting for them as they left.
Surely he doesn’t wait out there the entire time?
She mused, resolving to ask at the next opportunity.

“So. Drinks?” he asked,
taking her arm in much the same way he had when they’d entered.

“Sure,” she said. “Where?”

Tracey thought for a second. In the blur of events that evening, and off of the high that came from his encounter with the Senator, he had forgotten about the encounter between Felicia and him, earlier. Also, being a practical man, he didn’t think it mattered much. Felicia was his friend, and what had happened was merely a fluke. Besides, he didn’t want to risk losing the best damn assistant he’d ever had. What he did want, however, was to chat with Felicia undisturbed.

“The Penthouse?”
he offered, holding the door open for Felicia.

Felicia’s heart quickened. She had certainly
not
forgotten about earlier, and didn’t dismiss it at all. Was this a proposition? What was going to happen? Her first instinct was a resounding no, and it almost came crashing out of her lips. Then she felt it. The crushing feeling of having literally shut the door on sexual adventure, and the helpless feeling of not being able to do otherwise. This time, she would do as she liked just to prove she could. Besides, they were both adults, right? What had happened earlier was a mistake, nothing more.

“Sure,” she responde
d simply, hoping it sounded nonchalant.

Chapter Three

They rode to Tracey’s place in silence, both looking out of their respective windows at the passing cityscape and absorbing the events of the evening. All things considered, Tracey didn’t think the evening could have turned out better. Across from him, Felicia had thought the evening was worse than expected. They were both glad the evening was over, however.

At Tracey’s apartment, they rode up the elevator in silence.

She considered bringing Felix up, and thought better of it. It was beginning to shape up into a nicer night than before. She didn’t want allow Felix to ruin her life even when he wasn’t there.
She looked over at Tracey and smiled.

“You look sharp in that suit, sir,” she said, looking up at him.

“Thank you ma’am,” he responded, in a terrible fake southern drawl. He eyed her up and down. She didn’t look bad, herself. Her gorgeous brown outfit complimented her darker skin, hanging off of her curves in a tasteful manner that accentuated them without being overt. Not that Tracey would mind if they were more overt…

Opening the door to his apartment, Tracey let out a small, whimsical sigh of relief. This was his domicile, his fortress of solitude, and at the end of the day this is where he let his guard down to recharge himself.

Walking over to the oak liquor cabinet, he began looking up and down, taking his time to eye the contents. Felicia walked over to the windows overlooking Manhattan, glittering black gold in the moving night.

“I’m going to grab a beer, what would you like?” Tracey asked as he closed the liquor cabinet and turned toward the fridge.

“I think after such a luxurious evening, a beer is exactly what I need to bring me back down to earth,” she said sm
iling. She walked over to the other side of the kitchen bar, curious about what he had in stock.

Opening the fridge, Tracey remembered that he had a few local craft beers, one or two of the larger brands, and cider
(the cider was rarely used, and Tracey rarely had guests, but he liked to be prepared).

“I’ll take the
Shiner Hefeweizen,” she said, taking note of the impressed look Tracey shot back at her.

“Oh ho, a woman of d
iscerning tastes,” he said, grabbing the beer. He decided on an IPA made by a small brewery in Maine.

Felicia
opened the door out onto the patio overlooking the city. It was a warm night, and even at the level of the penthouse the breeze was calm. Around her legs, it felt like the moving current of a massaging blanket.

Tracey sat in the chair on t
he other side of the wooden deck table. He undid his tie and top button, rotating his broad shoulders as he did so. Felicia smiled. She’d seen him do this countless times at the office, always during an evening he knew would be long, or just after one that had been.

Drinking their beers and looking out into the city, Felicia and Tracey let the events from earlier go entirely, laughing and talking late into the night.

When it got too chilly, they went indoors and decided to switch to wine. Tracey uncorked the top and winked at Felicia, turning the label toward her. Felicia gasped. It was his treasured 1961 Bordeaux.

There was a light in his eyes, a sly
mischievous twinkle in his smirk, as he poured the wine. Rolling it around in the glass, he smelled it, before handing the other to her.

“I thought you were saving this for a special occasion,” she said, feeling her face blush. She’d never seen herself blush, and didn’t know if it showed through her complexion. She hoped not.

“It is a special occasion. Wine, and dancing.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he clapped his hands twice and music played. Felicia laughed. She felt lightheaded, but didn’t want the night to stop for anything. She subtly reached into her purse and turned her phone to mute, placing her bag back onto the kitchen counter. Tracey, not missing a beat, reached into his back pocket, took out his phone and turned it off. As he placed it on the counter, Felicia saw the “Powering Off” notification play and the phone go dark.
Her heart skipped a beat. He didn’t plan for them to be disturbed, either.

The music played on, and Tracey moved closer to her. He leaned against the counter, chatting easily as they sipped their
expensive wine and laughed. Felicia looked down at the bacchanal elixir in her cup . It had a full-bodied taste that lingered for moments after the sip, changing into a slightly tart flavor as it disappeared in one’s mouth. Felicia could afford nice things on her salary at the company, but she was sure that this vintage was out of her price range. She tried not to think about how much it cost. Instead, she focused on Tracey. She thought about the way she liked his playful yet formal attitude at work. She thought about the way he was always relaxed after hours, after a few drinks. She thought about the slight ripple in his biceps when he laughed, or his wink – rarely used but meaningfully conspiratorial. She knew it was silly, but Felicia felt she had seen many winks, but none with the authenticity and light charm of Tracey’s.

The night progr
essed, and drinks flowed. Tracey found himself more and more entranced with the brown angel standing before him. Now and again he pulled his eyes back up from the v-neck cut at the top of her dress, or her generous bottom. It wasn’t that he was ashamed but, rather, that he knew that good things took time. And Felicia was the absolute best.

Tracey stroked Felicia’s bare arm, coming in close in the dimmed penthouse. He was talking softly in her ear now, almost cooing. Felicia rested her hand on
his muscled arm, intoxicated with the scent of his cologne.

“This has been a lovely evening,” he said, looking down at her and resting his cheek in her hand.

“It has. Listen, Tracey -”

He put a finger to her lips silencing her.

“It’s alright, Felicia. We can discuss it in the morning,” he said, smirking. Before Felicia could respond, he grabbed her close and pressed his lips to hers.

The heat of it made her dress feel too warm, too constricting. She needed to take it off. Tracey, reading her thoughts, began to grow against her, a passion that pulsed and nudged against her thigh.

In that moment, as she was lost, she wondered:
He’s so big. Will he even fit?

They parted lips, and as Tracey moved both straps of her dress over her shoulder, letting it fall to the ground, he whispered in her ear:

“Tonight, I will take you.”

He admired her for a moment. The dimmed light of the penthouse and the ambient light of the city
accentuated the small of her back and the bottoms of her pert breasts and ass. He took off his shirt, revealing his cut frame and chest up masculine demeanor. She didn’t curl up or try to hide herself, this time. She saw the intensity of the lust in his green eyes, his love, and wanted to force him to take her.

Tracey took her into his arms, picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. He couldn’t help a certain swiftness in his steps. He was like a kid at Christmas, and it was time to unwrap his gift. He nearly kicked the door of its hinges
, closing it with a foot. Laughing, he threw her onto his large antique four-post bed. The satin sheets felt amazing under her auburn skin. She knew now that she was his. She wasn’t leaving until she had satisfied his every desire.

He unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His intimidating member ached for release, stretching his briefs. Tracey climbed onto the
bed, giving her small kisses as he filled his large hands with her beautiful ass. He would have to be sure to have her from behind before he finished so he could admire that incredible hind.

Felicia, overcome, pulled his briefs down. She gasped for a moment at his member, shocked at its size.
She was aroused, but worried.

Tracey laughed, cupping her face in his hands.

“Don’t worry beautiful, you’ll fit all of me in you, tonight,” was what he said, and she knew that it was true. Tracey was normally a gentle man, and he was being gentle now. But Felicia wasn’t entirely sure that, if she tried to leave now, he wouldn’t take her by force in his current state. She found that, despite herself, it turned her on even more. It was out of her hands. She trusted herself completely with Tracey.

He stroked her left breast,
licking her right expertly. The tension eased out of her further, and her legs relaxed. Tracey lowered her onto the sheets, kissing her as he slowly worked a hand up into her inner thigh.

“Mmmm…” she moaned in agony as he gently petted her groin, resting it and moving in slow torturing circles.

“I’m going to tame this little pussy so that it’s exactly my size from now on. No other man will be able to fill you,” he said, looking at her with bedroom eyes.

Her moans became slowly loader as he stroked up and down on her pussy, inviting her love juice to come out and wet her outer lips.
He began to stroke his cock with his other hand.

“Here, let me help you,” she said, smiling. She put her hand on his member, gingerly yet firm, and began to slowly stroke up and down. He made a slight groan, grunting his approval.

Felicia gasped as Tracey slipped a finger inside her, stroking forward in a come hither way. She went crazy as he picked up the pace, and she felt herself become more slick inside for him. She knew she needed him inside her, however big he was.

Tracey kissed her, pushing her back onto the pillow as he climbed on top, conquering her. He pushed her legs apart with his, and taking his manhood in his hand, paused at her entrance.

“I’m not on the pill,” she blurted out. “And I’m ovulating.”