The Billionaire's Obsession

ELIZA.

“I can’t do that, sir… it’s not… it doesn’t work for me.”

“I don’t remember saying this was optional. We have a deal, Miss. Vale. This is part of that deal.”

“But I have a lude here! I can’t just up and leave it!” I exclaim.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Lincoln, my boss and CEO of Grey Enterprises retorts in that oh-so-dry manner of his, the kind that grates on your nerves. “It is just for a week. I am done having this discussion. Also, you can have the day off to prepare for it. That will be all.”

This is unbelievable.

I know we have a deal.

I know it is not something I can easily get out of, but this, dropping my lude to follow you halfway across the world on such short notice… it can't be fair.

This is all Nick’s fault.

My twin brother.

As I walk out of his office I can't help but think back to the situation that led to this mess.

Me and my brother… Well, we are orphans.

By choice.

Our parents were the deadbeat kind that would abandon you to your devices but still want to take you for everything you are worth.

My brother had left them the second we turned eighteen.

I mean it, the very second.

We had stood by the window hand in hand as we watched the clock strike twelve, and once it was a new day, we had escaped through the window and never looked back.

Not even once.

With the little money I had managed to save up, I had enrolled part-time in a community college while working, while Nick had gone to do something more hands-on by working in a mechanic's shop.

For a few years, everything went well.

We had a steady, -low but steady- income, our plans were moving in, and I managed to land a job at Grey Enterprises as a part-time secretary.

Everything changed when Lincoln, my boss, noticed me.

Up till now, I still don't know what it is about me that caught his attention but because of that, I had gone from the bottom of the food chain to being his personal assistant to the envy of a lot of people in the company, cough, cough, women.

And also my brother.

I don't know.

Maybe it was because I was moving faster ahead and he tried to keep up, maybe he resented my success while he still remained a mechanic, I don't know but he changed.

Started coming home late.

Hung out with the wrong crowds.

Always picking fights with me and looking down on my colleagues.

And my boss.

Oh he hates Lincoln with a passion and I still don't understand why.

Anyway, one day, I told him that I would be arriving late because of a dinner meeting I had to attend with Lincoln.

Innocent enough right?

Wrong.

See, Lincoln had a habit of dropping me off whenever work ran a little too late and he repeated the same process again.

Except this time, we were ambushed.

They had not managed to do any damage thanks to Lincoln's defense skills but he still got hit in the head and had to be taken into the hospital.

It was later on I found out the link between the ambush and my brother but it was already too late.

The cops were on their trail.

I was terrified.

Lost.

He was my only family, the one that we had gone through thick and thin together, I couldn't just let him be arrested.

So I had gone to Lincoln, heart in my mouth, confessing all I knew and begging him to please spare my brother.

He had agreed readily enough.

But with a price.

In addition to being his personal assistant, I will also be his lover, and must be ready to do his bidding at all times.

The proposal shocked me.

Never, not once did I think he saw me that way, and I would have been flattered if he wasn't using my brother's freedom as the bargaining chip.

What was I to do?

I agreed.

And so, here we are, secretary by day, lover by night.

Except it didn't stay that watt for long.

Lincoln is… insatiable.

He would me in the middle of the day, while working and the moment I crossed the threshold of his office I would be in his arms There is no place in his office where he has not had me.

The walls, the carpets, his desk, his chairs, everywhere and in every position.

I was like his very own personal toy and the worst part is I liked it.

I liked the way he held me, pulled at me, like IA wasn't some breakable toy But as a full-blooded woman.

He gave pleasure and expected it back in turn.

Sometimes, he would call me to his office while having an online meeting, and point down at his fly and my whole body would zing in pleasure.

Pleasure at taking him into my mouth and pushing him to insanity while he maintained that cold facade for his meeting.

It was like a game See how far I could drive him crazy.

But he was the one who always won.

I can't resist him.

And now, now I am to follow him all the way to Turkey for what he calls a business merger I am not bothered about the meeting, my problem is… this thing between us has never left the States.

What happens when we are over there and we do not have the luxury of returning to our own personal space?

We will be with each other, twenty four seven, what if everything changes?

How long can I hold on like this?

“Hello? Earth to Eliza?”

I come out of my reminiscing to see Ric, one of my colleagues leaning over me, eyes worried.

“Hi, Ric,” I greet as I unconsciously lean away from him. “How are you doing?”

“Good. Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes still showing concern.

“Yeah, yeah. I am good, just… preoccupied.”

“Anything I can help with?” he asks with a charming smile.

“Not really. Mr. Grey just informed me that I will be accompanying him to Turkey for the business merger,” I explain.

“Wow. Lucky you. What is the issue?”

I heave a sigh at the question.

How do I even begin to explain?

“Yeah, it is great but … I don't know. It is just quite… impromptu.”

“Welcome to the world of business. You need to be quick on your feet.”

“Thanks, Ric.”

“So, are you done for the day? Do you want to grab a drink?”

Before I could answer, I hear Lincoln's door click close and I catch him walking out of the office.

From the look he gave me, I could tell that he had heard the question.

“Mr. Bates,” he begins. “I wasn't aware you were done with the Maximilian project.”

“oh, I am not sir.”

“Then why are you here preventing my PA from doing her job?”

“Oh, I wasn't… it is the end of …”

At the deadpan look on Lincoln's face, he straightens up from my desk.

“My apologies, sir. I will… I will leave now.”

With a resigned but expected twinge I watch as he leaves, as well as Lincoln who doesn't even spare me a glance.

Again, how is this my life?

ELIZA.

The moment I walk through my apartment doors, I am slammed into the wall and a pair of lips fastening to mine.

Lincoln.

“You are late,” he whispers into my ear as he pulls my shirt apart, revealing the lacy green bra underneath and my D-cup breast. “Were you with him? Ric?” he demands, and I swear I can hear a tone of jealousy in his voice.

“No, I… uh, I had to pick up some groceries,” I gasp as he latches onto my neck, nibbling on it as I whimper in pleasure.

“Groceries?”

“Y…yes. They are in my… on the ground.”

He takes a moment to look at the ground and sees the groceries there before turning back to me.

“I want you. I want you now.”

And in one move pulls me back into his arms.

I lose myself in the wild and relentless attack of his lips. How is it possible for someone to be this good?

He backs me to a wall, where he then proceeds to kiss me all the way down, my bra coming off in a trail after his lips.

Soon, I am standing in nothing but sheer net panties.

"Damn, you're stunning," he murmurs as he looks up at me from the floor, where he was kneeling.

"Your turn," I say as I pull him up.

When we are like this, there is no boss or assistant, just two people taking pleasure in each other.

That is the way he wants it and honestly I agree.

I undress him in a rush, losing some of the buttons on his chest in my haste. As I am going for his belt, he reaches for my hands and still it

"Let me," he says, making me flush at my uncoordinated movements.

In seconds, his pants are down and he's standing in blue navy boxers. I can't help but stare at his size in wonder and want.

His lips continue to tease the sensitive skin on my neck as his hands go behind me to reach for the clasp of my bra. In one move, he unclasps it and uses the strap of said bra to hold my hands hostage over my head.

Holding my hands there with one hand, he uses his other one to sneak into my panties. One finger, and then two. Slowly, he fills me up until his whole fingers are in me, moving in and out at a steadily increasing tempo.

The only part I'm able to move are my hips, since my hands are held hostage and my legs trapped by his thighs. At this point, I'm completely at a loss for words. Only grunts, and pants and moans are the sounds capable of crossing my lips.

Turning my head to his face, I reach for his lips. For a release, for anything really, anything that will push me off the edge I am tittering on. He evades my lips and bends his head to my chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and biting it. I'm caught in a whirlwind where I cannot find solid ground or catch my breath— It shatters me.

Soon, I become aware of my surroundings and notice that once again, I am being cradled, and held tightly in his arms. I groan out a sound, just to make sure my throat is still working after the scream I had made earlier.

"Better?" He asks.

"Yeah," I blurt out.

He gives a cheeky smirk at that, " Glad I could be of service. Don't hold back now."

I look at him for a few seconds before jumping on him, my breasts pressed flat on his chest and my legs crossed at the back of his hips.

"My room," I whisper as I begin nibbling on his neck.

Without further questions, he heads toward it and in no time we are back at it again. All pieces of clothing are discarded on the floor. This time, my hands are free to roam and boy, do they roam.

Everywhere I touch is muscle, no fat, just firm toned muscles. He isn't bulgy, like all those bodybuilders, he was just really fit.

Will I ever get tired of him? Of us?

That thought quickly flies out of my head the moment he palms my breasts. Squeezing and pinching them with such skill, makes my lower region begin to tighten and constrict.

He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking it all the way in.

"Oh, my… that… don't stop," I pant. "That feels so… good."

He is relentless and very attentive. He switches to the other breast and gives it equal treatment. By this point, I'm a mess— A quivering, sensitized, unbelievably aroused lump of quivering flesh.

I can feel him. His length. Somehow, it has grown even bigger. It is a welcome and seriously erotic weight on me.

He moves lower, to the very heart of me and with his eyes staring directly at me, licks my center. It is so dirty, so base, so hot. I release immediately.

Again. Two orgasms in less than ten minutes, and he hasn't even entered me yet.

As I slowly, but surely come down to earth, I notice him staring at me.

"Are you still on the pill?" He asks.

"Yes, why do you keep asking that?" I ask.

“Better safe than sorry,” he mutters before kissing me.

It is different this time. Gentle, calmer. He takes his time, savoring my lips like they are some kind of desert.

Before long, we are both panting with want again. I feel his hands gently spread open my legs before he kisses me deeper again and slams into me. I moan out, long and hard, my back arching off the bed in ecstasy.

He withdraws and slams into me repeatedly, and this time I begin to lose my sight. Spots play around my eyes as I hang onto him for dear life.

I swear, he is a machine. No need for breaks.

Unintelligible sounds escape from my mouth as I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him and urging him on. Pushing him deeper each time he thrusts.

I hear him grunt and it's clear he is losing control too. His strokes become shorter and harder, bringing both of us closer to the edge.

We release at the same time, with me arching off the bed and both of us screaming out in pure unadulterated pleasure, before we collapse. Me on the bed and him on me.

I'm vaguely aware of the sounds of our heartbeat, running a sprint in our chests and moving in tandem.

“Are you still annoyed about the trip?” he asks quietly as we catch our breath.

“Do I have a right to be?” I return.

“Eliza.”

“Can we not talk about this? You have already made your decision. Stop asking me like I have a choice,” I tell him before pulling away and off the bed to head to the kitchen.

I am gulping down a glass of water when he comes up beside me.

“You know why I want you there with me” he whispers as his hands snake around my waist.

“Because I am a damn good PA?” I reply.

“Yes, among many other things. Don't be coy, Liza, you know you can't do without me. You are just as addicted to me as I am to you.”

That… is unfortunately true.

Addicted.

Not love.

It can never be love.

Still lost in thought I don't notice when his hands sneak into my heat, only coming back to reality when he already has a finger in it.

“Lincoln…” I pant.

“Shh, just take it,” he whispers as he begins pumping in and out of me, increasing the tempo until my whole body is pressed against him for friction and my head is thrown back in wild abandonment.

All thoughts of annoyance or melancholy are forgotten.

He repeats a pattern, bringing me to the edge with a fast tempo before slowing down again, leaving me flustered and on edge.

“Please, places stop,” I beg.

“Why? You clearly like it," he says, eyeing the way I was leaking.

"You are being a tease,” I answer.

"No, I am not."

"Yes, you are."

Pulling away from him I push him flat to the ground before getting in between him, I get on my knees and push him on his back, settling myself on top of him and with each thigh at his sides.

"I think it is my turn now. Hope you don't mind?" I ask with a coy look.

"No, please go ahead."

I lift myself up and position his cock directly in front of my entrance and with my eyes glued on his, I drop.

My toes curl at the sensation that ripples through me. Head thrown back and my arched upwards, I rise and drop. Over and over again. Each time gaining speed and losing focus and grip.

His hands grip my waist, controlling my movements and speed but even then, it is only a matter of time before we are hurtled into space.

My head is on his shoulders when I come down from the stars. I become aware of his hands slowly reducing their strength and his breath becoming steady

Maybe this trip won't be so bad.