Disrobed (The Billionaire's Secretary) (4 page)

Inwardly, she knew she had set herself up like this on purpose.
Another way for the coward Felicia to sneak out of yet another good thing. God forbid I should take a risk and be happy.
She thought. And now everything was ruined. She waited for Tracey to lie down next to her, facing away. Or, to simply throw her out. Instead, he just smiled and whispered in her ear as he rubbed his cock on her rain-slick pussy.

“Then our children will be beautiful,” he said, pushing himself deep into her. She gasped. He was large, and she felt herself fill to capacity – to the brim. But she angled upward so he could get in deeper. She felt herself stretch to accommodate him, and with deeper and deeper thrusts he went down to the hilt, where his dick twitched with pleasure inside her.

She felt herself tighten even as she got wetter for him, both beginning to lose themselves in a ravenous, fiery passion. She moaned and gasped with each thrust, working her hips around his thrusting piston.

Tracey changed position, being sure to have her doggy style. Her ass was so fantastic he had to slow his thrusts to stop from finishing. He let her be on top, let her have the joy of pleasuring him with her thrusts, and she almost whimpered at the intensity of her first orgasm, followed immediately by her second.

He slammed her back onto the bed, pinning her hands back with one leg, and raising the other over her shoulder. He was close now, and wanted to make sure she got every last drop of his love batter inside her. He slowed his thrusts, preparing.

“Here it comes, my love. Bear my children!”

And she felt his dick give a twitch as he spurted inside her in bursts. She loved the feeling of his hot cum so much she came with him, squirting slightly. It felt like his dick had been full to the brim, his balls packed with semen. She had taken every last drop inside her, heaving at the fullness of the delivered package as it filled her to capacity and overflowed, dribbling onto the sheets.

She tried to catch her breath as he rested on top of her, minutes passing in the quiet repose of afterglow. A few moments passed, and he rolled next to her, pulling her close.
Head on his shoulder, they both fell asleep, dreaming of a bright and beautiful future.

Amanda laid back on the lawn chair poolside. Her large square sunglasses and thatch hat shaded her face while she got her tan in her two-top bikini. She went over the past few days in her mind, considering events. Amanda had done everything Felix had asked of her. When he had approached her at first, she had been skeptical. However, she’d known he was right. On her own, she would never get Tracey. Tracey himself had made that clear. Amanda had tried pressing Tracey before, implying that to get closer to her father he would have to get closer to her. Implying that if he didn’t, father might just stop taking his calls.

Tracey wasn’t the type to be threatened, however. He was clever
and strong, and had merely laughed.

“
Let me tell you something, Amanda. If you think for one second that you are going to blackmail me into a relationship, think again. If I’m forced to, I’ll date your sister.”

She knew he could follow through on the threat. There was nothing that her sister would like more than to take that which she
desired. She was right about Tracey being clever, but hadn’t realized that he was so clever that he had told her sister the same thing.

When Felix had approached her, offering a plan to split Felicia and Tracey, offering to hand Tracey over on a silver platter, Amanda had almost believed it was too good to be true.
However, being used to getting everything she wanted, “too good to be true” wasn’t a concept she understood well.

So F
elix and she had partnered up. She had made sure he received an invite to the party, and was keeping him up to date on her end. He hadn’t been very forthcoming on his part but, she had to admit, his plans were running smoothly, and seemed to her to be pretty flawless. Also, he had no reason not to deliver on his promise. The only way Felicia would be his for certain was if Tracey was out of the picture, permanently. She sipped her apple-tini, sighing. It was going to take a little time, but good things were worth waiting for. Another concept she wasn’t truly familiar with, but was rapidly learning.

Tracey stood at the window. The image of Felicia’s skin still made him simmer at the thought. It took much self control to stop from going back into the bedroom and ravaging her, again. Tracey was a smart man, a smart man with a problem. Looking back, it had started with the dressing incident.
No,
he thought.
It started when we first became friends
.

The trouble was, he knew he wasn’t going to give her up. Not ever. At least, not willingly. He also knew that a scandal with he and his
secretary was not what he needed, and if it was found out that Senator would cut all ties.

Tracey crossed his arms. That wasn’t the
real
problem, and he knew it. The real problem was, Felicia was the finest assistant he’d ever had (and he meant that physically as well as work-wise). He didn’t want to give up working with her, though he realized that that would be the correct thing to do. She would likely understand. Letting her go would prevent their dating from being a scandal. Sure, there would be some buzz in the “old world”, rich, elitist upper crust about him dating outside his race – and with a black woman, no less! However, he didn’t care about that. Moreover, he knew that her beauty and charm would win most of them over, anyway.

The real problem was the day-to-day working. Could they be professional without distracting each other? The next few months were going to be crucial, and Tracey knew he couldn’t afford for mistakes to be made.

As he was asking these questions, he failed to notice Felicia come from behind him, wearing a bath robe. Her left hand curved around from his side, resting on his chest. She laid her head on his back. Her right hand curved around to his face, holding a phone.

“You need to call the contractors in Europe. Everything seems to have gone through, but we should check now to make sure,” she said, yawning.

“They need to hear your voice. A personal thank you might make things go more smoothly next time,” she finished. She then walked over to the kitchen area and began to take out various implements of food and cookware to prepare breakfast.
That’s right,
he thought.
Felicia loves to cook.
He had only had her dishes a few times, but they had always been delicious. He looked at the phone in his hand. The number for the Europe folks had already been selected. In the notes under the number it read:
Head manager’s name: Philippe. Assistant Manager: Marcos.
She had put it there, remembering he was bad with names.

Tracey chuckled at himself. There was just no way that he was going to fire this woman.
Well,
he thought, hearing the hiss of butter on a skillet in the background as he dialed,
I suppose I’ll just have to try having it both ways. It’s worth a shot, anyway.

The other end picked up.

“Hello. This is Euro-ship, head department office.”

“Hello,
Philippe? This is Tracey Gordon. I was wondering if you had a moment…” and as he talked he looked over at Felicia, smiling. She flipped an omelet, smiling back.