Personal Assistant | Jeff Wittek
this was kinda fun. i love ceo jeff but i also love jeff in general.
“(Y/N), I need those papers back on my desk by the time you leave today,” your boss says as he walks by your desk, dropping a stack of files down in front of you. You let out a deep sigh knowing once again it’ll be a late night for you. There was no way you were going to get all these papers finished in the next 2 hours.
Your fingers tangled in your hair, not even halfway done with your work and you were supposed to be off in 30 minutes.
You watched your coworkers all leave one by one, leaving you the last person in the building along with your boss.
Jeff Wittek is the CEO of the biggest gym chain in L.A. and you were lucky enough to be one of his assistants. Working for him wasn’t too bad except for when he gets in these moods where he makes you do everything only a couple hours before you were supposed to leave. But he paid well, so what he says goes.
“(Y/N), office. Now,” Jeff called from the doorway. He watched your every move as you scrambled to gather the files you still have yet to finish up until you were walking into his office. You could feel his stare burning holes in your body, sending a shiver down your spine.
His hand skimmed over your lower back, letting it linger for a couple seconds as he walked past you.
“Sit, please,” Jeff motions to the chair in front of his desk. Doing as you’re told you set the files and his desk and placed yourself across from him, watching as he leans back in his chair.
Your cheeks burned thinking about how good he looks at this moment. His shirt unbuttoned enough to see his chain cascading down his chest, sleeves rolled up half way his arm. His hair, oh god how much you would love to run your hands through it.
“What do you think?” Jeff asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“I- Sorry, what are we talking about again?” You bit your bottom lip, not even realizing he was having a full on conversation with you while you were fantasizing about him.
A small laugh escaped from Jeff’s lips, “I think you’re supposed to listen to your boss when they call you into their office,” his tongue gliding over his lips before a smirk takes over.
A strand of hair falling in front of your face as you drop your head, hiding your embarrassment, “I know, sorry, I was just thinking, uh, y‘know about the files. I still have more to finish but I’m almost done. I can st-“
Your rambling was cut short as Jeff’s hand cupped your chin, raising it so he can look at you.
You were talking too much to realize he was now standing in front of you, leaning against his desk. As if he couldn’t look more attractive than he did just a couple minutes ago, you were proven wrong.
“You talk a lot when you’re nervous,” Jeff says as he pushes the fallen hair behind your ear, grinning down at you. He removes his hand and shoves them in his pant pocket. You tried your hardest to keep your face from turning red, but by the warmth that was taking over your cheeks, you knew it wasn’t possible.
“So, uh, why- what, um. Sorry, what did you pull me in here for?” You tripped over your words, thoughts of Jeff were controlling your mind, not helping with the fire burning on your face.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately. You’ve been with the company for-”
“5 years,” you cut Jeff off, accidentally. It was supposed to be a thought but your brain said otherwise, “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to be said. It kind of just-”
“You’re rambling again, (Y/N),” Jeff’s smile growing wider as he spoke, “You apologize a lot, you ever noticed?”
Yes.
“Uh, no. Sorry- Oh! Sorry,” you covered your face with your hands, letting out a little groan. You’ve never been this nervous around your boss before, but something about tonight feels off.
You heard Jeff snicker as he pulled your hands from your face, “As I was saying, (Y/N), you’ve been with me for a while. I’ve watched you grow into an amazing person” His eyes trailed down your body before turning his attention back to you, “I want you to be my assistant,” Jeff says, making you look at him with confusion. But you were already his assistant? Well one of them.
Your mouth opened to say something, but all the words in your brain dissipated when you Jeff leaned forward, gripping your chair’s arm rests, slowly sliding his hands backwards until his face was mere inches away from yours, “My personal assistant,” Jeff’s gaze flickered to your lips, licking his as he looked back at you.
Your breath caught in your throat. Well this is a turn of events. Is he… No. He’s totally not into me. Your eyes raked down the sight in front of you. Pieces of Jeff’s hair fell in front of his face, his chain slipping out of his shirt.
Jeff took your silence as the answer he needed. The second your eyes found his again, his lips collided with yours with so much force you felt like the chair was going to tip over.
Maybe he totally is into me…
You were taken back, at first, but when Jeff ran his tongue across your lip, you melted into his touch. Your hands gripped his biceps as he lifted you off the chair. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he turned around, setting you on this desk. He pushed almost everything off the table, including the files you so neatly organized for him.
He pulled away and glanced down, “They’re not that important anyways,” he mumbles against your neck, searching for your sweet spot. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more space to work with. Jeff smiled against your skin when you accidentally let out a small moan. Your hands made their way into his hair, his fingers trailing up your thigh, pushing your dress up with them.
“Jeff,” you managed to breathe out. His lips hum against you, waiting for your answer, “I- We- What if someone walks in,” your voice was shaky as Jeff continued to bite and suck on every inch of your neck, eventually moving down to your chest.
“Everyone went home,” taking a second to bring his face back to you, his thumb traces your lip, “It’s just you and me, baby,” his voice was barely audible, like he was telling you a secret nobody else could know.
That was all the confirmation you needed before bringing his lips back to yours. Jeff grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to his body. Sitting half way off his desk, he hiked one of your legs up higher giving him better access.
His hand slides in between your thighs, roaming over every bit of skin except where you needed him most. Just like that, his thumb presses down on your clit, causing you to involuntarily buck your hips.
Pulling away from the kiss, your head falls back as Jeff moves your panties to the side, “You’re this wet for me already?” A smirk toying his lips, “I always knew you had the hots for me,” dragging his finger up your folds painfully slow.
“Please, Jeff,” you managed to say without moaning.
“Please what?” His finger circling your clit.
“Please don’t play with me like that.”
As if on queue, his fingers slip inside you, a high pitch moan echoing around the room. His rhythm starts off slow but quickens with every pant you let out.
His fingers curl up, hitting the right spot, “God- Fuck- Jeff- I, oh fuck” And just like that he removes his fingers.
You can’t help but whimper by the sudden loss of contact. “You think I would let you cum that easily?” Jeff’s lips ghosted over yours as he spoke. You drop your legs from his waist and hop off the desk.
“I guess two can play at that game then,” you hand trails down his chest, fidgeting with his belt buckle. You push him back gently, making him fall into the chair you were previously sitting at. Getting his belt and pants button undone, you tug them down with his boxers. Your eyes widen seeing how big Jeff is. You figured he was packing..but not like this.
You tease him the same way he did to you. Your fingers dragging up his thighs. Jeff’s hand wraps around his cock, his thumb running over his tip. “You wanna help me or am I gonna have to help myself?” Jeff growls, starting to pump his hand.
It didn’t take long before you wrapped your lips around his head, swirling your tongue around the tip. You looked up at Jeff, batting your lashes at him. His hand running through his hair, grabbing at the ends. Your cheeks hollow around Jeff’s cock as you bob your head. You removed your mouth, replacing it with your hand instead only for Jeff to grab it, halting your movements.
“You’re gonna have to stop if you want me to last,” Jeff growls through his teeth, not wanting to cum before you do.
In one swift movement, he stands up and bends you over his desk. Jeff bunched your dress up around your waist as he pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them to the side.
The tip of Jeff’s cock slides up between your folds before sliding into you completely. Your body falls onto the desk, overwhelmed with pleasure as Jeff thrusts into you harder each time. As if you didn’t think this feeling could get any better, Jeff lifts one of your legs on the desk and pulls you up to him. His hand wraps around your throat, his lips pressed to your shoulder.
“I- Jeff- I’m close,” you moan out. He removes himself from you to turn you around. Jeff lifts you back onto his desk and without warning, he slams himself back into you. You yelp from the intensity and drop your head against Jeff’s shoulders.
With one hand gripping your hips, he free hand grabs your jaw, bringing your face to his. “Let it go, baby,” Jeff snakes his hand down your stomach to rub your clit.
“Fuck me. Oh! Fuck,” you draw your moans out as your ride out your high only seconds before Jeff does.
“Fuckin’ christ (y/n),” Jeff’s breathing was heavy as he pulls out of you only to drop to his knees. He glides his tongue over your pussy, making you jump from over-sensitivity. “Gotta make sure my girl’s clean,” he says as he stands back up.
“So is this in the job description of being your personal assistant?” You question as you fix your dress. You lean against the desk and watch as Jeff doesn’t bother with buttoning his pants or his belt. God he cannot get any hotter.
His lips pressed to yours softly before pulling away to smirk at you, “This is the job description.”
