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The Naughty Secretary, Final Part: A Deal Sealed

are they a stereotype?

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“Let’s go to bed.” Worry gripped Abby as soon as the words left her tongue.

Shaun smiled, encouraging her to relax, but it was difficult. He stroked the fur of his kitten, and Abby counted the amount of fuzz on his five thousand dollar suit.

And he didn't care as he moved towards her. She had spent too much time around people who only cared about appearances.

Most of the men she worked with would have freaked out about cat hair on their clothing.

“I can't figure you out.”

“Me neither. Life was simple in Ghana or Ethiopia. The rules at the office in New York, my family, make me have to pretend.” Shaun tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Do you want to leave?”

He released the cat and pulled Abby against his chest. “I promised the old man six months. I'm not good at business or high society. You are the reason I want to stay.”

“Your dad offered me a huge bonus if I could convince you to stay.”

He walked her backwards a few steps. “Is that why you got naked on my sofa?”

“Heck no. That's going to ruin my career.”

“Now that you are about to be sleeping with the boss, you are safe.” He bent, putting his face close to hers, taunting her.

Her heart thumped against his chest as he pulled her against him. The air squeezed out of her lungs as she waited for his hot mouth.

After a too-long pause, she opened her eyes to meet his that had returned to ice. She stepped back to escape the freeze, but it was too late.

“This is everything I didn't want.”

“What?”

“You’re right. Sleeping with the boss. I shouldn't have touched you.”

Abby’s heart went into free fall. She searched for him to catch her, but he was careening toward earth faster than her.

“Abigail, it's a cliché. Sleeping with my secretary. I had an office for a day, and I had you naked on it. This is not who I am.” He waved his arms at setting sun, and the emerging city lights behind her.

Abby turned to look at the New York skyline. “Are you using me?”

“Aren't you using me?”

She gasped and looked for her bag.

He grabbed her shoulders. “No, Abigail. Not like that. Unconsciously, there is a power dynamic we stumbled into. Naughty hot secretary, bad boy heir.”

“I've never done anything like this, Shaun.” Her eyes filled with hot tears of shame.

“No, you just had the misfortune of being sent to me.”

“You don't really like me?” She was just part of a tired cliché of women sleeping with their boss. Her cheeks were damp when she finally looked at him.

“I do.” As if needing to prove it, he pressed a hand into her lower back and pulled their bodies together. With a huff, he dropped the kiss she expected on her mouth. Crushing, demanding, hot, he asserted his claim over her.

She whimpered, her fingers burrowed into his hair, while she kissed him back with equal ferocity. A week of teasing and waiting. Late-night texts and sweet stolen kisses in the parking garage.

Not to mention the years of camouflaging her desire for intimacy.

He had a car and a sensible car, and he didn't want to be the boss. She pushed against his shoulders to break the kiss.

With a frown, she surveyed the light stubble on his strong square chin; the sunset glinting off his golden hair, and the wild blue of his irises.

He was wrong. Their relationship wasnt the stereotype or the problem. Shaun Ashworth was trying to be an Ashworth rather than himself.

“It's not me. It's you and the job, the company. You could have had any job at Ashworth; instead, you ran a charity from the front lines. You’re a spoiled brat.”

“I'm grateful that I never have to worry like…”

“Like me.” She smiled and started unbuttoning his shirt, knowing exactly how much money she’d waste by ripping it. “You must quit Ashworth, Shaun.”

“I can't; I promised my dad. And your bonus. Why are you undressing me?”

“Because you made me come and I have not seen you naked. Fuck my bonus, and your promise. You are going to be miserable if you stay.” She pulled his shirt from his pants, then opened it to reveal his chest. “Yeah, good thing you kept this hidden all week, or we would have been naked every chance I could.”

“Are you objectifying me, Miss Miller?”

“I might be.” She ran a flat palm over his stomach, which rippled under her fingers as he laughed.

He grabbed her hand. “That tickles, Abby. I'm torn between explanation and kissing you until I forget where we met.”

“The second.” She stretched on her toes and kissed him while pushing the shirt off his torso. It dropped to the floor, and she started work on his belt.

“Fuck it,” Shaun muttered, his tongue in her mouth taking away her ability to speak. And his hands loosening her hair from her ponytail took away her ability to think.

The world became sensations: the scrape of his stubble on her cheeks and his calloused fingertips crossing her belly under her shirt.

The belt buckle was cold in her fingers as she unfastened it. A soft swish as his pants fell to the floor. And the hardwood under her knees when she followed.

Abby remained fully dressed when she removed the last piece of his clothing, blue briefs. She bit her bottom lip and looked up for his reaction.

His Adam's apple bobbed slowly as he wound his fingers in her hair.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his erection, then her mouth around the velvet head. She slid up and down the shaft, deliberately teasing.

Shaun's breath hissed. “Fuck, Abigail. You have a mouth on you.”

She spun her tongue around him, and he tightened his grip. “Don't think. I appreciate the attention. But I don't want you to think I'm… God, I want you.”

She sucked her cheeks in tighter and pulled him deeper. Abby pressed her thighs together, desire dripping.

He pulled her back, stepping away. “Abigail,” he growled, urging her to her feet. She crashed into him, and he kissed her, lifting her a few inches from the ground. “I need to be inside you.”

“I was waiting for you to take me to your bedroom.”

He dropped her and led her deeper into his condo. The hallway smelled of fresh lemons, and the bedroom of newly washed bedding.

“I don't mean to rush, but you undressed me in my living room.” He scratched his head. “Tonight has been unexpected. I planned to take my time. And I will, I swear.”

She grinned. “Stop apologizing and just fuck me.” She lifted her arm and unzipped her dress, dropping it to the floor.

“You were gorgeous in the dress. In your matching underwear, you are stunning.” But he quickly removed the lace garments and pushed her back onto the bed.

Shaun followed her, straddling her body and kissing her thighs, stomach, breasts and finally lips. He nudged her legs open and pressed against her vulva.

She lifted to meet his first thrust. And then everyone after that.

Desire turned to pleasure and then ecstasy that sent shockwaves through her body. Her fingertips pressed into his back, while their orgasm ricocheted down her nerve pathways.

He collapsed, and they lay panting, hearts pounding in unison.

“I promise better.”

“Stop apologizing for wanting me. But if it gets better, then I'm staying.”

“You owe me something.”

Abby smiled into his shoulder. “You have to leave Ashworth.”

He lifted his head and stared at her. “Leave my birthright? Abandon my family?”

“No, but you told me you don't want any of it.”

“What makes you an expert on my family? On what I need?”

“I'm not telling you what to do. It's just a suggestion, Shaun. You could do another nonprofit here, then you can be an Ashworth but not be burdened.” She shrugged. “Take it or leave it.”

He smiled, kissed her forehead. “I'll think about it. Ready for food?”

“I suppose.” Abby kissed his shoulder. “Thank you.”