by Alina Jacobs
"You ever had a blow job on a roof?" I asked, making a kissy face at him.
"Can't say that I have," he said as I ran my thumb over the head of his cock.
"You only live once!" I said, winking at him, feeling smug when he hissed softly. "I want to lick you like a lollipop!" I sang, running my hand along the length of his rock-hard cock. Before I could go down on him, Mace reached and pulled me up to him. He kissed me, and I could taste the dark undercurrent in his mouth. His hand moved under my skirt.
"I want you," he whispered, his eyes bright in the dark. His fingers pushed at my panties. I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure wash over me.
"I want you just like that," he whispered as he put on a condom then pushed into me.
Our lovemaking was sensual and slow. The air was slightly chilled though it was close to summer, but Mace was warm, and his cock was hot in me. I bit my lip, stifling a moan as his large hands guided me up and down. I rolled my hips, letting his cock hit my clit. One of his hands moved to stroke my clit in time with our rhythm.
I leaned forward to press our mouths together as I came. Mace thrust into me a few times more, drawing out the orgasm. His abs tightened as he came.
"You're the best piece of candy here," Mace whispered in my ear. I could feel the grin on his mouth.
"I should cover myself in chocolate," I murmured, "and make you lick me all up."
"You don't have to cover yourself in chocolate for me to lick you," he joked.
48
Mace
I spent the night after our rooftop date curled around Josie in my bedroom. She left even earlier than me to go to work. When I walked into my office, I half expected her to be there. But Anke was there instead. And so was Adrian.
"Anke has all these international contacts!" my younger brother said to me in excitement. "You said you wanted to branch out more into the Asian markets, right?"
"Yes," I said slowly, putting down my bag.
"I can put you all into contact, just to put feelers out," Anke offered. "I did something similar for the Holbrooks."
"Yes, that would be very helpful, Anke," I replied. Maybe she wasn't such a terrible assistant after all.
"Isn't she great?" Adrian gushed.
"Adrian, help Anke with anything she needs on that effort," I told him. He saluted me. "Sure thing, boss."
Adrian's crush was sort of cute. He was barely out of high school, and I knew he wouldn't act on it. It was more puppy love than anything else.
The conference was in less than a week, and Josie was scheduled to present the team's progress to me and my brothers along with Owen Frost.
"How's it looking?" he asked after shaking my hand when we met in the lobby.
"A lot better," I told him.
Tara and Anke were already in the room when I walked in. The first slide was up on the screen with the same thin blue circle logo. I admired how sharp it looked against the black background.
"I just want to say right off the bat," Owen began. "I've been to a lot of these types of conferences. This is by far the best thing I've seen. I love this logo."
Josie smiled.
"Yes, it's quite beautiful," Anke said. The expression on Josie's face seemed to grow dark, but then the smile was back. I must have imagined it.
"As you can see," Josie said, flipping through the presentation, "we have everything about ninety-five percent done. Mace will be speaking against these slides, so I'll run through what I've written for the presentation. Mace will need to memorize the final version after comments."
"I'm really impressed with what you all managed to accomplish in a short period of time," I said after she ran through the presentation.
"I've made a few more notes," Owen added, "but yes, I think this is quite good."
"There's a lot more!" Josie said. She closed the PowerPoint and brought up a website. It had the same black color with pops of blue.
It looked masculine and credible but still fresh. My brothers nodded appreciatively as Josie walked us through the website. Adrian elbowed Parker when his picture came up.
"You boys photograph so well!" Anke said with a laugh. Adrian laughed louder than anyone else.
"Shut up!" Parker hissed at him. Owen smirked. Josie didn't seem all that amused.
"Back to the topic at hand," she said, face serious. "As you can see, the website gives an animated walk-through of the gene therapy procedure. We have easy-to-digest information on how the various gene therapies work. We also have interviews with people who have used it. We also had a video produced."
She hit the play button. There were sweeping drone shots of the facility and images of Harrogate, the hydroelectric plant, and workers in the lab. The stunning visuals were punctuated by soft but upbeat music. Josie explained the story behind it as the video played.
"Svensson PharmaTech is all about innovation in health. We take a macro view of how our company integrated into and revitalized the town of Harrogate."
The screen showed videos and images of a run-down city that then transformed into the city as it was today. And when I said transformed, I didn't mean it just faded into another picture.
"How did you do that?" Garrett demanded. Josie grinned.
"It's such a cool effect, isn't it?" she asked, rewinding the video. We watched as an aerial flyover video of run-down Harrogate seemed to grow and brighten as new buildings popped up and trees sprouted.
"A guy I know does CGI for Hollywood movies. He rendered this graphic on the computer." She turned back to the video. "So you can see our innovation in Harrogate and in the fact that we developed this hydroelectric plant to power our buildings and the servers processing the genetic data. This technology is specifically tailored to each individual patient…"
There was a shot of Henry sitting in a medical chair, getting blood drawn.
"Did they have to bribe him to get him to sit still for that long?" I muttered to Owen. He snorted.
"We use a modified blockchain technology to parse the genetic data…" There was a shot of Owen in a tailored suit walking through one of his data centers. Then a shot of Parker at a computer talking to a random actress with Henry on her lap.
"I had a musician I know compose and record the background music," Josie said, "so that we aren't using the same stock music that everyone else has."
"Impressive concentration to detail, isn't it?" Owen whispered to me.
"One other question," I said. "It was great having you explain everything. Are you going to have someone narrate this video?"
She grinned at me. "Of course. You are. We have a recording studio set up."
"Mace is too boring to be a narrator," Garrett scoffed.
"He has a great voice," Josie countered. "Someone just has to be in the recording studio to help hype him up!"
I spent the afternoon going over the script. The writing flowed very well. I was excited to show her that evening, but Josie seemed stressed when she walked into my office late that night.
Anke had already left, and I'd stayed to work. I was behind on things between Payslee, my family, and my new whatever-it-was with Josie.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, wrapping her in my arms and rubbing her shoulders.
"Nothing." She sighed. "I just want the presentation to go well."
I leaned down to kiss her. "You've been working so hard," I whispered. "Let me give you a reward."
49
Josie
Mace kissed me, and it wasn't soft and sensual. It was hard and promised a rough, quick release. I didn't know I wanted that until this moment.
"Fuck me," I gasped against his mouth. "I want you to fuck me hard."
He kissed me again, and I nipped his lower lip. Mace disentangled himself while I protested and went to the light switch.
"Unless you want to put on a show for the whole town," he said, "this is probably a better idea."
His gray eyes almost seemed to glow in the low ambient light from the parking lot. I saw the shadow of
him unzip his pants and pull out a condom. He grabbed me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair.
"Please," I mewled.
Make me forget.
He turned me around, and I bent over the desk, my chest heaving against the tight blouse. My pussy was wet and aching for him. Mace pushed up my skirt and pulled my panties down. I heard the condom packet rip.
"Mace, I want your cock," I begged, "I want it rough. Just fuck me." Three fingers stroked me, then he was in me.
"Faster," I whimpered as I bent over the desk, legs spread as far as they could go while still hampered by my skirt. One large hand braced against the desk, the other held my thigh as he fucked me.
"You feel so good," I moaned. My nipples were hard. One of Mace's hands reached around to rub my clit, and I thrust against his hand and back against his cock.
"You feel so good," he said. "Josie, fuck, you're so tight."
It was over fast. He clapped a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream as I came.
"I was going to listen to your presentation," I said against his mouth as he kissed me, my legs still trembling, "but it's probably not going to be until tomorrow."
"Then let's go home," he said. Home with Mace. It felt cozy. I wrapped my arms tighter around him. I didn't want to let him go.
"I'm too tired to drive," I murmured.
"My chariot awaits," he said, grinning in the dark.
I rolled my eyes. "I need my car tomorrow."
"We have other cars at the house," he said. "I had the foresight to order a few more, just in case you lit any more cars on fire."
I swatted him. "That was an act of divine intervention," I told him. "Totally not my fault."
"Oh, absolutely," he said, helping me into my coat. "I don't know how gasoline got poured all over that car."
"Wasn't me," I said, taking his arm.
"I'm surprised you managed to get up this early," Mace commented the next morning as he drove me to the office.
"I'll have you know I can be a morning person when it's called for," I said, fiddling with the radio. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me."
"I think I know all of you," he replied smugly.
"Stop, unless you want to have parking lot sex and then do the walk of shame into the office," I warned as we drove up the road to the PharmaTech offices.
"I mean, it is early," he said, "and hardly anyone is here."
I shivered and picked at a lasagna stain on my shirt. I didn't have that many clothes. Maybe Marnie would let me borrow something of hers for the conference.
"So," Mace said as he parked the car. "Parking lot sex?"
"I'll have you know I've stooped quite low in my life," I retorted, grabbing my bag and opening the car door. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to stoop quite this low."
"What about bending over?" he said with a grin as he stepped out of the car.
"Depends on what's behind me," I replied as I came up next to him.
"I don't think you've had any complaints," Mace murmured. I slid my hand down his chest and hooked two fingers under his waistband. I felt the muscles twitch.
"I'll come oversee your narration this afternoon," I told him, giving him a kiss goodbye.
I didn't walk into the office with Mace. Instead I met Willow at my car.
"Ready to go proof the conference swag?" I asked Willow, who was waiting impatiently at the car.
"I don't know if we need to talk about Mace or Anke on the ride over," my friend said as she buckled her seat belt.
"I cannot believe she weaseled her way in. I keep hoping it's a bad dream," I said as we drove out of town to the manufacturer.
"Is she after Mace?" Willow asked, digging in my purse for some candy.
"Who knows? She claimed she wasn't, but she's just a lying liar," I grumbled.
"You sound serious about him," Willow remarked.
"I mean, I don't know. I think he's just having fun. I don't know if I can really make a big commitment. Isn't that what those billionaires are like? Maybe I'm just an easy lay—not that I'm complaining. This is probably the most exercise I've had in a while," I admitted.
"But do you like him?" Willow pressed.
I was silent for a moment. "I do really like him," I said carefully. "I just wonder, once he really knows me, maybe he won't like me very much."
The swag manufacturer was happy to see us when we arrived.
"These look great!" I complimented him as Willow and I inspected the proofs of the pens, T-shirts, bags, notebooks, and keychains I'd designed.
"Are you going to be able to have sixty thousand of each of these items done in time?" Willow asked.
"We have guys assigned to third shift to get all of this out for you," the owner assured us. "And we'll have it delivered to the conference center in New York City."
"We really appreciate your hard work," I told him.
"Absolutely! We'd like to have more of the Svenssons' business," the owner said. "I was talking to my pap, Marty. He said it was starting to feel like the old days a little. He worked at one of the Harrogate manufacturing plants making train parts. It's nice to have local customers. You know, we need a conference center here in Harrogate."
"I believe they're working on it," I replied.
50
Mace
"When I get my conference center," Archer said, flopping on the couch in my office, "you guys won't have to go to New York City. PharmaTech could sponsor. We'd throw great parties, and I'll have a ton of hotels to house everyone. It would be sweet."
"As long as Hunter doesn't fuck it up with Meghan again," I grumbled.
"Still haven't found a spot for the factory?" Archer asked.
"Of course not."
"Josie's back and ready for you to record," Adrian said, coming into the office. Anke walked by and made a kissy face at him. Archer and I laughed as Adrian blushed.
"Make me proud!" Archer called as I grabbed my notes and went downstairs to the soundproofed recording studio. Josie made me stand up, and she mouthed along with my words as I spoke, silently coaxing me to emote.
"Is it usable?" I asked as she played the recording.
"You didn't have that many ums," she said as we listened. "The sound engineer will edit it and put it in the video."
"Are we good otherwise?"
"I think so. The conference is in a few days. I had hotel rooms for us booked a day early so we could set up and familiarize with the venue."
I cupped her face. "Thank you so much for your work and expertise. We seriously could not have pulled this off without you."
She laughed. "The last thing I need to do is triage my outfits and do some laundry. Working eighteen-hour days has not been kind to my shirts. This is lasagna," she said, pointing to a stain. "And this is chocolate. And this is you. You got your candy floss all over my shirt."
"You can't walk around the conference with that all over your shirt," I said. She kissed me spontaneously, and I could feel her hard nipples through the fabric.
"You know, this place is soundproofed," I whispered, locking the door. I unbuttoned her shirt, sucking at her nipples through her bra.
"I think we should get you some new clothes," I told her, sliding my hand under her skirt to stroke her through the already wet panties, making her moan. "At the very least some new panties."
I hitched her skirt up, still stroking her as I rolled on a condom. I didn't bother taking down her panties, just moved them to the side and pushed into her. Her little whimpering moans in my ear were driving me wild, and she was shuddering and coming in my arms after a few minutes.
"Better than parking lot sex?" I asked her, making her laugh.
After checking to make sure the coast was clear, I followed Josie out of the recording studio.
"Honestly though," I told her, "you can get some new clothes."
"I don't know," she said uncertainly as we headed back to my office. But Anke was in there when we walked in. Suddenly I had no desire to sit in my office.
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"You know what," I said to Josie, steering her away. "Let's go shopping."
"Right now? But your schedule!" she exclaimed.
"It's fine," I said. "The marketing stuff is all pretty much done, right? You can spare an hour for shopping."
"I don't have all day to spend shopping," she protested as I took her hand and pulled her to the car. "You know I have to dig through the sales racks and hope I find something in my size, then I have to check and see if it works with my coupons. Oh! I didn't clip any coupons!"
"The places we're going don't take coupons," I said.
She stopped. "I don't shop without coupons."
"You can't use coupons at a lot of the shops in Harrogate," I told her, exasperated. Why wouldn't she let me do anything nice for her? "They're pretty high-end, or so I'm told. I don't pay my employees peanuts, and they're the ones who shop there."
Josie was sitting stock-still in the car seat as we drove down Main Street and I parked the car. There was only light foot traffic, which was fine by me.
"They have suits and blouses and such here," I told Josie as I practically had to drag her into one boutique. I could tell this was a high-end boutique because, while it was clear the sales associate recognized me, she didn't immediately start fawning or make a curious face at Josie.
"She needs something to wear for a conference," I explained to the sales associate. Josie didn't say a word. I wondered what was up with her. I was just trying to do something nice.
"You don't have to buy new stuff," I told her. "But you were the one complaining about the state of your clothes."
"Right," she said and seemed to shake off whatever had been bothering her. The sales associate took Josie to a mirror and started measuring her.
"You have a cute curvy figure," she said. "This light-gray herringbone pattern will look nice against your skin tone."
"Here," Josie said, handing me her bag and jacket. "Hold these. You're just standing there, lurking."