“We all need contingency plans.”
Charlie clapped his hands together. “Okay, next time we meet, we will all have a plan for our part of things. From there, we will get an order of operations together, and I have a team building exercise in mind that will ensure we work well together.”
“What the fuck?” Dean said just as Mack was dropping his chair onto all four legs.
“Team building?” Mack spat out.
“There is a lot of money involved in this, and most of us just met last week or tonight, so we need something to hold over each other to build trust. Non-negotiable.” Adam just grinned at Charlie as he spoke.
“You are a wily son of a bitch,” his friend said over his hand.
“You trust and believe in me for it, too. Now I just need these others behind us.”
Luca sighed. “Just tell me where to meet next. I’m game for whatever it takes to take down the douchebag.”
“A month from now. Everyone bring a business plan in writing for your part of this, along with a prepared financial statement of how much you intend to earn for your part.” Charlie stood as he spoke and started walking out of the room.
He really needed to figure out what he was going to do with Amelia on Monday.
Charlie was going to need to clear his plate a little bit before all this started, because this would be a big job. Big, but worth it.
Amelia was throwing a cog in things though. He found he wanted to let her in, wanted her to know exactly what it was he did, so she could decide for herself if she was in or out with him.
Would it matter though? If she said she was out and couldn’t do it with him, he wasn’t sure he could just let her walk away. For one thing, she probably suspected too much about what he did for a living.
For another thing, he was pretty sure he couldn’t let her go. He’d just gotten a taste of her, and there was so much more he wanted from her.
So much more.
**
The rest of the weekend flew by like normal. Amelia hit a low spot Saturday morning when she was washing her clothing from the trip. It was like a hangover after the best drunk of her life. The perfect vacation, playing all day, sexual tension, releases all night long, only to come home to her reality, and totally unsure of what Monday would bring. It was the uncertainty that was the worst, though.
She really had no idea what to expect when she went to work. She was pretty sure there wouldn’t be an enormous bouquet of flowers on her desk, acknowledging the best week of her life.
No. That was not the sort of man Charlie was. Saturday afternoon, she had a moment of weakness and went shopping in the city for a surprise for him. Then she spent all day Sunday talking herself into actually using it.
Chapter Eighteen
When Amelia got to the office Monday morning, she’d gotten her head on straight, prepared for whatever Charlie expected from her today. She knew what she hoped for, but she was unsure of things. The gift she’d bought Charlie left her with a delicious reminder of her hopes concerning him. And with every moment he didn’t look at her, a definite disappointment.
Gingerly settling in her chair, she shoved her bag underneath the desk and checked his schedule for the day. It was becoming a habit she’d forced upon herself. Not because it was necessary, but because it was professional to not gape at visitors like a fish when they came in and announced an appointment.
He rarely had appointments come into the office, but today’s calendar showed he was booked solid all morning. She looked up in surprise at him, staring through the window to his office. He was seated at his desk, his jacket off, but shirtsleeves rolled down and his cufflinks in place. His hair was as neat as it had been every morning he’d come in, like it was freshly combed.
He was not the island man she’d spent last week with. Not right now. Right now, he was the powerful businessman who got things done. And she wondered how long it would take him to notice her, her gift, or if she would just give up and go get rid of it before he noticed anything.
She squelched the feelings of desire she had flowing through her body at the memories of the week. He’d showed her things she didn’t know she was capable of. And his actions had promised more dark delights to come.
Unfortunately, now, he looked busy, so she got up and made him a cup of coffee. She was desperate for him to look at her, be reminded of the things they’d done, feel some sort of warmth toward her again. Amelia was mightily disappointed he didn’t seem to be thinking about it at all.
Running the coffee machine was a mindless task she could do, lost in her thoughts. Grinding, brewing, foaming, all of it a routine that settled her nerves. As she poured the foam into the cup, she created a forest scene for him, hoping to bring a smile to his eyes.
Then she felt ridiculous.
She was hoping for a smile from him. Attention. She was doing all of this for his attention. Especially the gift that she could feel with every movement she made.
Amelia rolled her eyes at herself. She would deliver his coffee, then go take the damn thing out.
No. It wasn’t his fault she didn’t know he had appointments scheduled all morning long. It was her fault for her expectations. He’d never told her they would continue their sexy times in the office.
With a sigh, she turned and walked to his office, balancing the cup and saucer without spilling or marring the intricate design.
The inside of his space smelled so strongly of Charlie, she practically gulped lungfuls of it as she walked around to the side of his desk to set the coffee cup down. He was on the phone when she entered, and he didn’t stop talking, but his eyes followed her as he spoke.
When she turned to leave, he grabbed at her skirt, halting her with a hand on her hip. He tugged her backward a step, then ran his hand up the inside of her thigh.
“I can meet with you tomorrow morning, and we’ll discuss this in more detail.” His voice was normal, take charge, ask no questions, but his hand was seeking, on a quest for something.
Goosebumps erupted on her arms, as his rough fingers toyed with her garter belt before going to her ass. Her heart thumped in her chest while she tried to predict what he would do. He murmured mm-hmms in agreement to whatever someone said on the other end of the line, while his hand palmed her ass, his thumb slowly delved into the crack.
A sharp sensation of not-quite-pain-not-quite-pleasure rolled through her body with a shudder as his thumb bumped into the plug she wore.
“Shit, I’ve got to go. Call you back.” Charlie slammed the phone into the cradle and used both hands on her hip, one under her skirt, one on top, to drag her closer to him. But he didn’t look at her. She expected him to drag her skirt over her hips and stare at it, pull it out and do what she wore it for, or something. But he didn’t. His hands gripped her tightly.
“What did you do, Amelia?” The question was quiet, but she heard the need. She leaned her hands on the desk and looked back at him, wanting to see his face.
It was focused on her ass, the gray material of her skirt, should have been see-through for all the exposure she felt right now.
“I—I bought a butt plug for you. You seem to be fascinated with my bottom, and I didn’t want this last week to be a waste, soo—” She was saying too much. She was about to admit things she knew he didn’t want to hear. “We started some things, and you promised to show me more. I was just helping it along.”
She watched him swallow, his eyes in a daze. Slowly, he dragged his hand under her skirt down her leg, as if forcing it farther and farther away from her ass and the plug she wore.
“Do you want me to take it out?” She straightened, suddenly embarrassed. “I can go—”
He stood and spun her around. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he demanded. His mouth came down on hers hard and his tongue swooped inside her mouth quickly. She moaned into it, but it was over almost as soon as it started.
“I want you to go to the bathroom and
take your hair down. Take off this skirt, turn around and take a picture. I want to see it, but if I look at it right now, I’m going to fuck you into next week, and I can’t do that with the appointment I have coming in four minutes. But I will look at a picture of it for the rest of the morning. Then we’re going to have lunch in here, my office, all over my desk.”
The gritty hoarseness of his voice sent her reeling. It hadn’t been a mistake. She gave him a smile, but he didn’t smile in return. Instead, he reached for her breast and pinched the nipple. Hard. Amelia let out a harsh hiss of air, feeling the wetness pool across the inside of her thighs.
She was such a slut, wearing this, no underwear, for him. But his utter discomfiture at her doing it made everything worth it.
**
Charlie rubbed his face in disbelief. He’d been in here, trying to figure out how to open a dialogue with her, and she’d worked a goddamned butt plug into his office. How was he supposed to get anything done now?
He couldn’t stop imagining her in the adult store, choosing one, taking it home and looking at it, wondering about it. He wished he could have put it in, but decided he liked this element of her surprising him.
It said so damn much, didn’t it?
Right on time, Mack showed up and walked across Amelia’s empty space to his office. Charlie forced himself to rise and shake the man’s hand. He had business to tend to, and he needed his head on straight.
“I need someone to wire this office. I also have a list of things I need periodically throughout the course of my work. Do you know someone I can trust to do it?” He was talking fast, the knowledge of Amelia’s actions making him antsy. It was a little uncomfortable, not something he was used to. But he couldn’t help it. What she had done … shit.
“I can. I was a security systems installer in a past life. Since I quit doing that, I design my own systems and can do just about anything. Especially if you need remote wireless access.”
They discussed particulars, and Charlie was barely coherent during the conversation, when his phone buzzed.
Like a schoolboy opening Christmas presents, Charlie grabbed his phone out of his pocket.
“One moment,” he said to Mack, then looked at his screen. It was buzzing with multiple images. She was having a damn photo shoot in the bathroom.
He spun his chair around, putting his back to Mack and opened his screen. The first image was of her front side, wearing sexy-ass lingerie with the garters. Her face wasn’t in the picture, and that was a disappointment. Quickly, he scrolled to the next one.
It was of her ass alone. A string around her waist and threaded between her cheeks, pushed to the side by a shiny, aquamarine colored jewel. He wondered if she chose it because it was the same color as the waters of Cayman.
The next picture was of her entire backside, taken in the mirror. She stood, legs spread apart, stockings and garters visible, and the aquamarine peeking from between her ass cheeks. She’d taken off her bra for this shot. Again, he couldn’t see her face.
There were more pictures, images of her in the bathroom, nearly naked, her ass adorned with a jewel the color of the sea. For him. All for him.
He didn’t deserve this woman.
But he wanted more.
“Everything okay?” Mack’s voice from behind him brought him back to reality.
“Yeah. Everything’s great.” He spun around and found a place to settle his phone so he could see it and no one else. He needed to look at her to get through the morning.
He shuffled through some papers, occasionally glancing at his phone, as he found the list he needed Mack to fulfill.
“Here is the list. If you can get me this stuff, or do some of it for me, I’ll skim some off the total cost of our prior deal with the other guys.”
Mack’s eyes lit up at the list, or the idea of Charlie cutting him a break in pricing. Either way, the guy looked amenable to doing this stuff Charlie had been needing.
“Also, I’d like you to go over the security system in the building, make sure it’s up to standards.”
“Sure thing.”
“Great. I hate to cut this short, but I have meetings all morning and plans this afternoon.” He glanced at his phone again, stifling the groan lodged in his throat.
Behind Mack, Charlie saw Amelia come through the door of the main office. She looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes before she took her seat at her desk wordlessly. He suddenly saw how she sat so carefully, scooting herself under the desk. He wondered how turned on she was right now.
“See you later, man. You want to come play poker with the guys Friday night? It’s our first game, and we’re going to make some plans you may want to be aware of.”
“Yeah, sure.” Charlie was still watching her, barely paying attention. “Text me a time and an address. I’ll be there.”
Mack’s head spun around, seeing Amelia, and he chuckled to himself.
“I’ll let myself out.”
“You do that.” His erection strained at the front of his pants and would give him away completely if he rose.
**
Amelia was more turned on than she could ever remember being. Her thighs were cramping from clamping them together so hard, and she was sure she was leaving a puddle in the chair beneath her.
The look on Charlie’s face when he’d discovered her plug, and the heated glances he’d given his phone screen told her he was pretty close to being right there with her. Neither of them had stood from their respective desks since she’d come back inside the office, but she did wonder why he wasn’t looking at her.
Client after client came in.
Her computer dinged a message from Charlie.
Did you masturbate in the bathroom?
She smiled to herself as she typed two simple letters.
How about this weekend?
She wasn’t going to tell him how much she thought about it, but how weird it had seemed with Gram right next to her room. So she typed the word no again, and left it at that. He looked up at her then, and it took her breath away. He looked so damn turned on he looked angry, and a shudder of aroused anticipation went through her, so she added to her last message.
Pretty sure it wouldn’t take much at this point. This plug feels way better than I thought it would.
A look of determination passed over his face, and he said something to the man in the office with him. They both laughed, but Charlie looked strained. Then he typed again.
Do it. Now. Under the desk. I want to see your face when you come.
Really? She mouthed the word, and he gave her a barely perceptible nod. Amelia took a deep breath, feeling her nipples press against the lace of her bra. Swiveling her chair, she inched her skirt up her thighs until she could reach herself.
Charlie’s eyes darkened on her, and she realized he could stare at her and give a semblance of looking at his client, who sat in a chair directly between them. The back of his head and shoulder framed her image of Charlie’s face as he watched her.
She reached up and pinched a nipple, hissing softly at the pain he’d taught her to love so much, then her other hand went to work, rubbing her clit in circles. She leaned back in her chair, putting pressure on the plug in her rear. She was so close. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d told him that. It really didn’t take much at all. She pinched her nipple again, releasing a soft gasp, then tugged on it gently while still rolling her clit under her fingertips.
Charlie’s face faded into a blinding light that left her curled in on herself, one hand slapping on the desktop, while the other remained under her desk, hidden from his view, bringing herself down. But it wasn’t fast enough. The orgasm hit her hard, then rolled around, leaving a dull ache in her core. When she was finally finished, she was gasping for air, and still horny.
She could do it again, right now. Well, she wanted to, but as she gave herself an experimental circle on her nub, the sensation ricocheted through h
er body, and she realized she was too damn sensitive.
Charlie stood, his open laptop blocking his crotch, as he leaned forward to shake his client’s hand. She tried to straighten herself as best she could before the other man turned and saw her, but she was afraid the inner office smelled like her sex, anyway. She knew she probably had some sort of flush to her face that would give it all away, but he didn’t seem to notice. He looked bothered and distracted, and she realized he had a problem he’d brought to Charlie to fix. Whether or not she had just gotten off under her desk was so far off his radar, she could probably be laid out naked right now and he wouldn’t notice.
Her computer pinged again.
Lock the office door and get that beautiful ass in here.
She hurried to comply, her ass no longer stinging and burning. She’d stretched to accommodate the intrusion and now she felt only a fullness, a pleasurable pressure in her deepest, darkest places. She felt like she was moving with a slow sensuality that rocked it around inside her. She couldn’t help the occasional roll of her hips, feeling it reach different places inside her.
When she got to Charlie’s office, he had shut the laptop, and the bulge in his pants was remarkable.
He strode around the desk, taking her into his arms for an urgent kiss. He pressed against her lips and forced his tongue inside her mouth. She opened eagerly, mewling in pleasure, pressing herself against him wantonly.
“You’re so full of surprises. I don’t know what to do with you.”
She was desperate for his touch. “Anything. Please.” I need you. “Everything.”
His arms clutched at her body, almost violently, but she loved it. His grip was hard on her breasts as he plumped them up and dropped his face to her cleavage. He ripped her shirt open, and she didn’t care about the ripping noises and clatter of buttons as they hit the desktop and carpeted floor.
“I’m taking you now because I need it. But afterward, I’m taking that ass slowly. I’ve wanted it too long.” His voice was rough, hard, and sent chills through her body. Desire coursed through her veins, and he could do anything to her and she would love it. She knew this about Charlie Delmonico.
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