Charity's Warrior (9 page)

"You get so wet," he growls. "It makes me insane with lust."

He blows on me so I can feel all the wetness he's made. His thumb slides up my clit at the same time his fingers inside me pull down on my G-spot, and it's like I'm being torn apart by pleasure.

His hands disappear from me, leaving a throbbing ache behind them.

Justin takes his pants down and drops to his knees, and I arch my back to open up for him willingly. I could feel his engorged head press against my opening, dipping in to lubricate in my juices, and then after one short drawback, he rams it into me, unable to wait any longer. He fills me, taking part in all of my most personal secrets.

He falls forward onto my back and growls into my ear. The vibrations of his voice go straight to my pussy in wicked, electric jolts. Justin grabs my flesh, and I feel him reposition his legs. When he starts thrusting, he is on my G-spot, my body rocking under him as I enjoy the feel of his hips slapping my ass.

It is a rapture of passion. He’s taking me his way, not asking—taking!

One of his strong hands quickly twists up in my hair, holding it in one large bunch, and then he pulls my head back with it like the reins on a horse. My orgasm is suddenly right there, building and ready to explode as Justin controls my pace from his reigns, using my hair to keep me at the angle he wants to hit to make me cum. He knows right where my body has to be to climax, riding my orgasm, intent on my pleasure.

When his other hand finds one of my breasts hanging below me, and I feel his fingers gently rolling my nipple, I begin crying out, enveloped in my climax. I pushed myself back against him hard over and over until I felt the release, the thumping of my orgasm rocking me as my cum runs down the inside of my shaking legs.

My breath is heaving, and I am barely able to keep up. That doesn't stop me. I push back with all the might in my arms. If he's going to ride me like a horse, I'm going to buck like one and give him a ride to remember. I feel his cock all the way to its pounding hilt as he fucks the throbbing ending out of me.

I am declining now, my arms shaking with barely enough strength to hold myself up, and I realize Justin is doing the same, his hips are more twitching than thrusting, his breath more controlled. I'd practically drowned out his orgasm. He cannot catch his breath either.

He let go of my hair, and we collapsed to the floor, listening to each other breathe.

"You are incredible," he said at last.

My fears of disappointing him are completely obliterated, and I bask in the satisfied pride.

I smile and realize something funny. I lift my right leg into the air. "I still have my fucking shoes on again!"

W
e were able to get through all the formalities before noon. The retina scan had worked perfectly, as Lena had promised, and I went right to her office where she was waiting for me. She took all my tax forms, the voided check and direct deposit information. They had some non-disclosure and non-compete forms, and she had a laptop waiting for me with the equipment signoff sheet. We went over how to do expenses as well; since I have a cell phone already I’m going to expense a hundred of it monthly instead of getting a company one.

Then we met with John Fillmore, my boss, and they trained me on things I will need to support him, access to his calendar, and where our departments file share is located. John was still absolutely thrilled about the temp assistant being gone, his life is better already he said.

John set a lot of expectations down for me. Once I was acclimated, my time would be flexible. He'd explained that since he would be relying on me so much, often after regular hours confirming schedules or travel itinerary, things I could do from anywhere that it wasn't always important that I be at the office. As long as I let him have an idea, and was there when I had to be, he didn't care.

I love him already!

His next two weeks were already set up, I only had to monitor for the first week, help with cancellations and changes, and maybe by the second week I would be in it enough to start scheduling out the following week. He tries to keep surprises and last minute appointments to a minimum so that he was usually lined up over a week in advance.

I honestly have no idea how the temp had screwed this up.

Lena brought me to my office and introduced me to the other four Executive Assistants. All of them seemed glad I was there as well, and after Lena left us to get to know each other, they admitted to me they had been picking up the slack from the temp. It wasn't that it was a lot of work with them sharing it, they told me—it was the principle of it that had pissed them off.

I felt very comfortable with the girls, which made my first day a good one. They even brought me along for lunch, where they got me caught up on just a little taste of the office rumors and gossip. Nothing spectacular or unusual, a few people sleeping with each other, most of them married. We ate burrito bowls at Chipotle, not my first time, but the first one I had found in New York. I was glad to see a familiar place. I watched the busy crowd rushing by the windows as we talked.

Kathy is a younger, well dressed lady that works for the CFO. She has a professionalism that exceeds her years, even when relaxed at lunch. Clarice was really just as professional, but I had a hard time seeing her that way because each time anyone said her name, all I heard was Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lector. She worked for the COO. Jennifer is the friendliest of the bunch, and the oldest. I got the impression she was also the busiest in the bunch, taking care of the Director of IT for an IT Security company. The Research and Development team fell under her, along with the entire Monitoring department and Customer Service. The General Council has Lynda for support. Lynda was a hippie fifty years too late, but her smile is infectious and her laugh contagious.

"So," I asked, "who supports the CEO?"

"No one," Kathy replies. "He says he doesn't need someone dedicated to him."

Jennifer chimed in, "Actually, Lena does enough for him to qualify, it's just that her actual position managing HR is above that on the org chart."

"And pay scale," Lynda added. "I don't mean that in a disrespectful way, it's just a fact. She does a ton at Panther, running HR and personal assistant to JP."

"JP?" I asked.

"The President and CEO of Panther," Kathy replied.

"He started the company," Clarice added. "You probably won't see him any time soon—he's almost never in."

"He's not running things?" I ask.

Lynda smiles. "Oh, he is. He runs it all and runs it well. He just does it remotely. He trusts his officers, which is kinda rare, let's them do what they gotta do, but don't think he doesn't know exactly what's going on."

"What's he like?" I asked, curious.

"Hot!" Lynda said.

Jennifer agrees with a huge smile and several rapid nods of her head.

"He's handsome," Kathy says, laughing at the others. "But we don't know his story."

Clarice seemed to read in my face that I wasn't following Kathy. "She means we don't know a damn thing about his personal life, not if he's married or single, or even gay or straight—nothing! Business is business with him, and personal is personal. We've tried to crack Lena for details, but she's a rock."

We all laugh.

"He pops in, sometimes unexpectedly, but most of the time he only shows up for executive meetings. You'll see the invite for the next one show up on John's calendar, and he'll point it out, he will
not
want to miss it," Kathy said.

When we walk back, I felt less like the new girl, and more like just one of them. For a moment, I thought about Justin, and that made me smile at first, remembering his tongue on me, the way he had pulled my hair, but that faded away quickly. I didn't hear from him for the rest of the weekend, probably wouldn't again, just as Trisha had warned me. He was likely on to the next girl already, and the next time I see him, he will want me to be his friend instead of his lover.

Unless he waited for me to call him this weekend, and I was screwing it up.

I don't have a clue how to do this!
I need advice, I need a good friend, but no one from home would be of any use for this. I needed Trisha. After work I planned to head to the bar for dinner, hopping she was working.

At the office we use our own chat program; something on Microsoft's Lync I think is what they told me. After lunch I signed on the laptop and the chat opened. My account was already there, part of the company's login, and I can see the entire staff, broken into their departments. In the executive team I saw an entry for JP, the owner. He was online.

It was probably a good idea if I tried to say something, introduce myself, but as I hovered the mouse over his name, I couldn't find words I was comfortable with. If I'd met him, I'm sure it would be easier. I decided to wait until there was a reason, a little something that broke the ice.

I opened up my Outlook and went straight into the calendars and began making reminders on mine for John's key appointments. There was no reason to just monitor him for the first week; I planned to jump right in.

A yellow box opened and began flashing on my taskbar. It said "JP" on it, so I curiously opened it, guessing that it was our instant message program.

"Charity, nice to meet u, sort of,"
he'd typed.
"How's your 1st day going?"

And the ice is broken.

After what the girls had told me at lunch, that he always knew what was going on at the office, it shouldn't be shocking that he knew who I was.

"Wonderful so far, Mr.—"
I realized I didn't know his last name.

"JP,"
he sent, letting me off the hook.
"Just call me JP. So, did the girls get u caught up at lunch?"
he said, tagging on a little smiley face.

I laughed, grateful that he couldn't hear me snort through the chat, and typed,
"LOL, yes it was very informative. R u in the office 2day?"
I asked, curious how he knew we'd gone out for lunch.

"Unfortunately no. I'm in D.C. with a client and their IT, checking out a new location they want to open up. We're done for the day, so I popped onto our security cameras to see how the office was and saw you ladies walking back in."

"I didn't do anything embarrassing on camera, did I?”
I asked.
"That's usually my MO."

"LMAO. No u were very attractive and professional—just as Lena had described,"
he typed.

I was smiling even though he couldn't see me.
"I hope she didn't oversell me,"
I joked.

"Not at all,"
he sent.
"Ur as beautiful as she says and I saw ur resume myself. Panther is lucky to have u."

He makes me feel very comfortable, and I like that.

"Tell me,"
he said,
"how did ur 1st startup do? I saw it on ur resume."

Wow! He did read it!

"Not bad for a small Mobile App company. Our most popular app rated college course difficulty utilizing criteria such a student GPA in the course, dropout and retake rates, and comparisons to the same course at other colleges. We sold it very early as it took off, split $250,000 three ways and I paid off the entire rest of my semesters."

"Wow!"
he said.
"My first 2 flopped. Panther is my 3rd. U already have a better track record than me."

I typed back,
"Lol, I don't think it compares to this, and I really thank you for the opportunity. I promise to begin smiling whenever I pass a security camera."