Jake moves off me and flops down on his back, his skin damp with perspiration much like mine.
There’s a subtle smell of male sweat which only turns me on more, proof of his exertion in the last few
hours erupting in multiple orgasms.
“Told you the second time would be slow.” He grins at me but I’m too tired to move. I feel like I’ve just
run a marathon. My breathing is labored and my body tingling and heavy. I could sleep for a week. The
clock on the bedside tells me it’s almost 5.00 a.m. and we’ve been awake since we got home just
before two.
“We will never get up for work.” I laugh. If I fall asleep now, I won’t get up for hours. He’s exhausted me
again, despite my long office nap.
“That’s okay, because we’re not going.” He points out, his eyes coming to rest on mine.
“Why?” This slacking off work is getting to be a bad habit with him lately, I’m not sure I have such a
good effect on him anymore. He rolls toward me and leans up onto his arm, so he can look down at
me, his hand comes to trace my jaw line.
I can’t help but watch the haziness of those endlessly deep green eyes.
“Because I said so … And we need to talk about it.” He adds with a slight furrow of the brow.
“Talk about the fact that you never go to work anymore?” I smile indulgently. He smiles too, biting his lip
thoughtfully. He always looks so young when he does that. I also know that means he’s pondering a
decision.
“Talk about the workplace dynamic … I think it needs changing. I did a lot of thinking on the flight
home.” He suddenly looks so serious, that I get a little jolt in my stomach of apprehension. He has on
boss Carrero face. I don’t know if I’m going to like what he has to say.
“Go on.” I urge nervously
“I think we should hire two new assistants to take your place and do more for me.” His frown increases
and he sit’s up a little more. I shoot up suddenly, the shock on my face apparent as I bolt upright.
“You’re firing me?” I yelp, confused, and instantly upset. His just catches my shoulder and pushes me
down harshly back to the bed, he shifts over on top of me trapping me in his arms, his biceps straining
as he keeps his weight over me. Overpowering me.
“No! … Listen to me … Neither of us can seem to get our shit together since you came back … It’s
because neither of us can think about work when we’re an office apart and just want to go fuck in the
cupboard.” He smiles at the memory. “We came back to soon, Emma … All of this is too new, and it
was dumb to think we would just slot back into boss and PA mode. I don’t think we ever can do that
again; I don’t think I even want to. We should have taken more time to get through the honeymoon
phase before we came back.”
“It was your idea.” I pout, distraught that he no longer wants me at work.
I should have known this would happen.
“It was … And it’s why I’ve come up with a new way to try it … You’re no longer going to be my PA …
You’re my number two in a new sense, like an assistant CEO I talk over the big decisions with. I always
valued your opinion and trusted your decisions anyway. We oversee the major stuff but let two capable
assistants do our jobs for us under Margo’s watchful eye … I relinquish a little control and we get to just
enjoy being together for as long as we need. No more stress on your shoulders, no more taking my bad
moods out on you with work shit, baby.”
I stay silent, watching his face suspiciously while I run what he’s saying through my head slowly. I can
see his logic, but it isn’t really taking the sting out of it.
“What does that mean exactly?” I ask a little too pointedly.
“It means for the near future anyway; we only go in sporadically. Margo gets a promotion and has some
suggestions for two assistants that will work under her, the three of them doing our jobs … We just sign
things, make the big decisions, and show face at meetings that I’m needed at. No more flying around
the world for the menial crap we did … It’s time I followed my father’s example and spent less time
working and more time enjoying being stupidly rich and young.” He lowers himself to rest his head
against mine. “I want time to be with you, time for us to really get into this relationship. Working,
focusing on work will just get in the way of that for now.” He kisses me lightly. “I want to show you the
world … Take you places you’ve never been … Stay in hotels in locations of our choosing. I want to
take you to Italy to meet my family and lie on white sandy beaches with not a care in the world. We
have six months, if we’re lucky, before the baby arrives and I want to make sure you’re so hopelessly in
love with me by then that it won’t change things between us.” He looks so genuine and hopeless that
my heart melts.
“I’m already hopelessly in love with you,” I admit quietly, his face lighting up at my admission.
“Trust me … By the time it arrives, I’ll have turned your world upside down.” He kisses me slowly and
surely, lingering to tease my mouth with his, running his nose against mine. “So, are you in agreement
that we try this out? Or do you love your job more than me?” He teases and watches me for an answer,
that tiny fleck of self-doubt in his eye, that scrap of a waver in his overconfident self that I love so much.
“PA Emma is distraught,” I say, “She’s folding her arms and glaring at you like she wants your head to
self-implode right now but seeing as she’s on a long leave of absence, I guess it doesn’t matter.” I
giggle, his smile matching mine.
This is temporary, as long as he knows I will go back to work. For now. This is temporary.
“That’s my girl.” He breathes before swooping on me all hands and mouth and working me into another
fever, aching for much more than playfulness.
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