A Very Personal Assistant by Portia Da Costa Page A

bruised from all the kissing they’d done. “I’ve been offered a
share in a recruitment agency, helping busy execs like you a chance to find
‘treasures’ like me. I think I’ll enjoy the work.”
    See you the rest of the time….
    “What do you mean, see me the rest of the time?”
    She knew, actually, and her heart was pounding. This was it,
oh, God, the thing she’d never thought she’d find.
    “I think you know, my love.” He waggled his sandy-gold eyebrows
at her. “I’m not usually wrong about anticipating what you want…at least I think
I’m not wrong.” A tiny shadow of doubt flashed across his face, and as if to
banish it, he leaned over and kissed her. “I’m not wrong, am I?”
    “No, not wrong at all,” she answered when he freed her mouth.
She was panting for lack of breath, and because of the sweet shock, the enormity
of what they were dancing around. “But…um…we’ve never even dated or
anything.”
    He gave her an arch look, almost smug, utterly delicious.
“We’ve spent a large part of each working day together for the last six
months…and in my book that’s plenty of time to find out if we’re simpatico,
wouldn’t you say?” Reaching out, he ran his hand over her naked flank. “And
we’re certainly compatible in bed…or out of it.” He winked. “We’re perfectly
suited.”
    “Yes, we are,” she whispered, leaning into the caress of his
hand, willing it to go further, then purring with bliss when it slid to her
breast and cupped it. Part of her wanted to start asking practical questions
about time scales and flats and engagement rings, but most of her was happy to
wallow in happiness and freshly stirring pleasure.
    They would work everything out, as they always did. They’d had
enough practice organizing their life together during working hours, and at the
cottage, so it’d be easy enough to do the same in all the other hours.
    Still, she had to ask one question, though.
    “So, if we’re not at the office, and you don’t work for me
anymore…who’s going to be the boss in this relationship?”
    Patrick gave her long, long look, an intense fiery expression
that made her belly surge like boiling honey and her pussy clench with heavy,
delicious longing.
    “Oh, you’re pretty good at negotiations, my love,” he said
softly, “and I’m good at knowing exactly what you want and when you want it.” He
threw a long, muscular thigh across her, and reacquainted her with his seemingly
unflagging and unstoppable erection. “So I think we’ll work out something
between us, don’t you?”
    Miranda nodded, surging against him, rubbing her softness
against his hardness as her soul recognized it’s perfect mate and match.
    Patrick’s arms slid right around her, pulling her even closer,
as he whispered in her ear, “And if you get too uppity, we’ve always got the
cottage.”
    Images flooded through her mind, delicious images, sensations
and memories. Along with sweet ideas and notions and plans for future trips to
their wicked little hideaway.
    “Maybe we could go there for our honeymoon?” she suggested,
reaching down to touch the cock of the man she loved.
    “Indeed, my love. I was just going to suggest the very same
thing.”
    His happy laugh turned to groan of pleasure as she stroked
him.
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