“Good point,” she said as she began unpacking the bags. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I don’t think so,” I told her. “I’m almost finished. I just need to run the numbers and make sure everything looks good.”
I saved the file and turned my attention to the meal she was unpacking. A few minutes later, we were both stuffing our faces with some Mu Shu pork. It was good. I had worked right through lunch and didn’t realize how hungry I was until that moment.
“This is good,” she said, wiping her mouth. “I’ve never eaten at this place before.”
I looked at the packaging and recognized the name. “On the corner?”
“Yes. I wanted something close. You’ve had it before?”
“Yep. I think this place was just below the taco trucks on your dad’s favorite food list.”
She smiled, and while I saw a hint of sadness there, it was more of a sweet sadness than a painful sadness. “He did love Chinese. I hate to say it, but my father ate like crap. I should have paid more attention to his diet.”
Her eyes drifted to the box I was holding in my hand. I waved my chopsticks at her, shaking my head. “Don’t even think about it. I’ve got a few more good years of eating junk before I have to start worrying about my heart. Plus, I do at least an hour on the treadmill every day. Not always all together, but I get in my cardio.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m going to have to keep a close eye on this. I can’t have you drop dead on me too.” She said it in a joking manner, but it was serious.
“Trust me. Since your father’s passing, I have taken a hard look at my own life. I’ve made a few changes. I’ve even started taking some supplements that are supposed to be good for your heart.”
“Good,” she said, looking appeased.
“Thank you for this,” I told her.
“You are very welcome. It’s the least I could do. Have you heard anything about the kiss?”
I shook my head. “No and you don’t need to worry about it. I was probably being paranoid. Don’t give it another thought.”
“Little hard when you basically told me my kiss threatened to bring down the entire company.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so dire. It took me by surprise. I didn’t hate it.”
She grinned, her eyes sparkling. “I didn’t hate it either.”
“How was work today?” I asked her. “I’ve been cooped up in this office all damn day.”
“It was good. I called several existing clients and set up meetings to have face-to-face conversations. I need them all to feel comfortable with keeping their business with us. I don’t think I can convey how serious I am about keeping things going via video chat or emails. I want them to meet me in person. I want to make sure they know I’m not just a kid playing dress up.”
“That’s smart,” I told her. “Really smart. Are they all pretty receptive to the idea of having a sit down with you?”
“Yes, so far. I’m starting with the ones here in Houston and then I’ll try and make my way to the other clients.”
“That’s a big undertaking,” I told her.
“It is, but I think I have to do it. I can’t risk even one going somewhere else. It will have a domino effect.”
“You are right.”
I was happy to see her being proactive. That was a good sign. I had a feeling it would go a long way with the clients as well.
“Have you heard anything from any of the guys at the railyard?” she asked.
“As in?”
“Do they think I’m okay? Do they like me? Yes, I feel like I’m in the third grade and trying to buy the goodwill of my fellow classmates.”
“You don’t have to buy them, and I have not spoken to anyone today, but I’m sure they all like you. You don’t need to be their best friend. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“I hope you don’t think I’m needy,” she said. “I know I sound like that, but I’m serious. I’m not normally so insecure.”
“I don’t think you’re needy. When I first got moved up to my office, I was always asking your dad, Beau, and everyone around me if I was doing things right. You are in a new job. You have a lot on your plate. It’s normal to second-guess and ask questions. I would be more worried if you didn’t ask. It says you care. It says you want to do a good job. All of us are here to make sure you do.”
She let out a long breath. “Thank you. I promise, once things smooth out a little, I won’t be bugging you.”
“You are not bugging me,” I told her. “Not by a longshot.”
“I suppose I should let you get back to work,” she said with no real conviction.
“Don’t go,” I said, looking her directly in the eyes. “Stay.”
“I don’t want to be in your way.”
“You’re not. Actually, sitting here with you is what I want. I’m still trying to get over the other night.”
“The other night?” she asked.
“I dropped you off and regretted it.”
She looked really confused. “You regret the night?”
“No. I regret the way the night ended.”
“I don’t get it. Did I do something wrong?”
I put down the box and wiped my hands. “No. Definitely not. I did.”
“What did you do?”
I took a deep breath, knowing I was playing with fire. I wanted to play. I was tired of being a good boy all week. “I dropped you off and drove away without getting what I wanted.”
“What is it you wanted?” she asked.
“What I can’t have.”
She licked her lips before getting to her feet. She slowly rounded the desk. “What is it you can’t have?” she whispered.
My rational mind told me to stop. It told me to put a stop to the flirting before it got too far. Then there was that part of me that craved her. I could have been satisfied with a single kiss that night. Instead, I had been left wanting. The wanting grew to the need I felt now. I needed her.
“I wanted something I shouldn’t. I wanted the forbidden.”
She leaned forward, putting her hands on my armrests, holding herself up. Her face was inches from mine. “Is it really forbidden though? Are we not two adults?”
I nodded. “We are.”
“Then I don’t think it matters.”
She kissed me, only our mouths touching. I let her set the tone. Her mouth was gentle, not demanding as she tilted her head to the side before pulling away. Her nose rubbed against mine as she looked into my eyes.
“Cora,” I breathed. It was a quiet question I had no right to ask. I asked anyways, using just my eyes.
She walked away from me, going to the door and closing it before locking it. My breath caught in my throat as she walked toward me. Her gaze held mine. I was the prey and I didn’t mind a bit. Her heated gaze was making me squirm. I stayed put, not moving from my chair. I didn’t want to be presumptuous.
She stood in front of me and very slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. I was mesmerized. She let it slide down her arms and fall to the floor. My eyes feasted on her breasts, barely restrained in the lacy red bra she was wearing. It was very risqué and daring, nothing like I would imagine the CEO of a billion-dollar empire to wear.
I said nothing. Something told me it was better to keep my mouth shut. When she dropped to her knees in front of me, that idea flew out the window. I cursed a blue streak as she undid the belt on my pants before deftly undoing the button and sliding my zipper down.
I was sure this was what heaven was like.
Chapter 28
Cora
He was so hard and so powerful. I wrapped my fingers around the steel shaft, gripping and sliding my hand up and down. I pulled his dick out from the underwear and wrapped my lips around the head. His hands threaded through my hair, pulling my head down. I willingly swallowed every inch of him, taking him in until his head was tickling my tonsils.
I bobbed up and down. Ev
ery one of his groans of pleasure spurring me on. I was never much for giving head, but it was different with him. I wanted to suck on the power of him. I wanted to feel the strength. I wanted to make him crazy with need.
“Woman, ride me, god dammit.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. I got to my feet and shimmied out of my pants and panties while he took his pants down but remained seated in his chair. The mechanics were not going to work. He stood, yanked me against his body, and slammed his mouth over mine. His tongue was jabbing down my throat, wild and unhinged. His need was palpable. I could feel it in the grip he had on my hips as he ground himself against me.
I tried to climb him, my leg lifting and sliding up his. The hairs on his thigh tickled my inner thigh as I rubbed against him. His arm reached around, sweeping the paperwork that was piled on his desk to the floor. Fortunately, the food was on the opposite side. He lifted me, dropping me on the desk and stepping between my legs.
“God damn, woman, you drive me fucking crazy,” he breathed. “All I can think about is your sweet, hot pussy squeezing me. I see you walk by and I can’t stop looking at your ass.”
“Look all you want,” I breathed.
His hand slid between my legs, palming me. I gasped. The heat from his hand sent shivers of ecstasy through my body. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I answered. “I want you.”
“Here?” he asked, sliding one fingertip over my folds.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Right there.”
He slowly pushed one finger inside. “Here?”
“God dammit, Rogan, please!”
It was as if a switch had been flipped. He grabbed his dick and guided it to my opening before thrusting hard. He was inside me with one thrust. I couldn’t speak. My head dropped back as I looked up at the ceiling, moaning with exquisite pleasure.
“There,” he rasped.
“Yes,” I cried out. “Yes. More.”
He jerked, bouncing against me. I cried out again. His cock stretched me, filling me with so much pleasure I couldn’t see straight. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me as my body throbbed around him.
“So tight,” he whispered, not moving. He didn’t need to move. Him being inside me was making me crazy.
I shifted a little and opened my legs wider.
“Oh shit,” he said.
My body reacted with an explosion of wet heat, pulsating around him as he moved deeper inside me. I heard my cries of pleasure as he buried his mouth against my neck. He sucked on my flesh as the orgasm tore through me. When things began to settle and my muscles relaxed a bit, he moved to look at me. Our faces were so close I could feel his breath on my mouth.
“You come so fast every time,” he said. “I can hardly hold back my own orgasm.”
“Make me come again,” I ordered. “I want to explode around you again. I want to feel you throbbing inside me.”
There was a soft smirk on his face before he kissed me. “Challenge accepted,” he whispered before he began moving inside me.
He grunted, grinding himself inside me as he held my hips to keep me from sliding across the desk. He stepped away, leaving me empty of him before pulling me off the desk. My legs were shaking as he spun me around, using his hands to put mine on his desk.
I eagerly bent forward, my ass high and waiting for him. He didn’t disappoint. He pushed against me, guiding himself back inside me. I groaned, the pleasure almost too much to bear. My head swung low, relishing in what he was doing to my body. When I felt the next stirrings of an orgasm, I reacted with a push back against him.
“Oh shit,” he grunted.
I did it again, taking him deeper. I shimmied and shook, pulling him inside my body, squeezing around him, milking him. “More,” I whispered. “I’m so close.”
“I can feel it,” he growled. “Not yet. I want to fuck you more.”
I whimpered, the cries of a woman in the throes of ecstasy. I couldn’t stop what was happening any more than I could stop a speeding train. Every stroke inside me was creating a firestorm of sensations that continued to build on one another. I could feel it bubbling through my veins. Sweet rapture just out of reach. I was blind to see anything else. I closed my eyes, focusing on what was coming.
“I can’t stop,” I whispered. “More. So close.”
“Don’t do it,” he ordered. “Not yet.”
“Rogan, please,” I cried out.
My pleas for release triggered something in him. He moved harder, faster. His body pounded against mine, threatening to knock me onto the desk with the force of his thrusting. One of his strong hands held my hips in place. His other slid up my spine, threading into my hair and gently tugging.
“More?” he growled. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I nearly shouted, slapping my hand against the desk. “Don’t stop.”
He tugged my hair again, my face coming up. I stared at the door, my breasts bouncing as my body rocked. I was in the best kind of turmoil. I tried to fight the climax but chased it at the same time.
“Oh god,” I cried when the first wave rolled over me. There was no stopping it after that. I was helpless to do anything but let him ride me through the storm.
“Oh shit,” he grunted, dropping the hand in my hair. “Oh fuck. Dammit, woman. Oh shit.”
I shook my head. My body felt like a fountain bursting. I just kept coming. All I could do was hold on and try to breathe as everything blurred. His own orgasm and shouts of pleasure erupted around me. His fingertips dug into the flesh on my hips. His own hips ground against me. When he finally stopped moving, I collapsed onto the desk.
I struggled to catch my breath. He fell over me, still buried inside me. His chest pressed against my back, his cheek resting on my shoulder. “Holy shit,” he said with a small laugh.
I laughed as well. “Yes, that about describes that.”
He pulled his weight off me, gently pulling me up and turning me to face him. I walked into his arms, resting my face against his chest as his arms wrapped around me. He held me close for several seconds. Neither of us said a word. My brain was racing a mile a minute as the reality of what happened sank in.
“That was not expected,” he said.
I prepared myself for the speech about how it couldn’t happen again and how he was sorry he let it go that far. “Maybe not expected, but I’m not going to say I didn’t like it.”
He pulled away just enough to reach between us, his thumb going under my chin and lifting. “I didn’t say that at all. I did like it. Maybe I liked it too much.”
“I don’t think there can be a too much when it comes to that,” I said with a smile.
He leaned down and kissed me. Our naked bottom halves pressed together. It was intimate and sweet and very dangerous to do in his office. I knew the cleaning crew was coming soon. As much as I liked it, I was not looking forward to getting caught with my pants down. Literally.
“I should have made a move that night,” he said.
“I should have asked you to come in. Next time, I will.”
He smiled and dropped a quick kiss on my nose before pulling away and picking up my clothes. “I don’t know if you are going to need to ask.”
A shiver of excitement went down my spine. I was thrilled with the idea of a next time. I’d expected never again. Now, I was getting next time. I damn near jumped up and down and clapped my hands together. “Soon, I hope. I’m already feeling like I could do that again.”
He laughed, pulling on his pants. “We have plenty of time to do that.” He left his pants open and stepped toward me, reaching his hand to my face once again. “I’m going to make you come over and over and over. Give me more than thirty minutes and I will make sure you have so many orgasms you can’t move.”
I nearly orgasmed just then. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Good. I want you to. Just like I want you to say my name when I’m filling you. When I’m inside you. When you are com
ing.”
I couldn’t breathe. I nodded. “Okay,” I squeaked out the word. I was tempted to push his pants down and jump him again. The man had a way of exciting me without doing much of anything at all.
“You’re on the verge right now, aren’t you?”
I slowly nodded, unable to look away from his gaze. “Yes.”
“You’re insatiable,” he whispered and dropped a kiss on my lips.
His hand slid down my still naked thigh. He moved between my legs, his finger parting the wet, swollen folds and sliding inside with zero resistance. My knees buckled as I sagged against him.
“Rogan,” I said his name, giving him what he wanted as he worked to get me off again. No woman should get three orgasms in one night, but I was well on my way.
“Again,” he demanded, his lips brushing against mine. He pushed in a second finger. “Say my name and come for me. Let me feel those wet juices. I want to feel you dripping wet.”
I whimpered, unable to stop my body from doing exactly what he wanted.
“Rogan,” I said his name on a breath.
“Louder,” he demanded, his fingers working harder inside me.
“Rogan,” I said, my arms wrapping around his neck as I held on for dear life.
“Cora, I’m not going to finish you if you don’t say my name like you mean it. Say it like you want me to give you what you want.”
My back arched as he hit my sweet spot. “Rogan, please!” I damn near shouted. “Please, Rogan, please.”
He rubbed over my sensitive nub again until I was falling apart in his arms all over again. I was breathing hard when he pulled out his fingers. I was still clinging to him, afraid I would crumble in a heap on the floor if I let go.
“That’s my girl. Like that. Next time, it won’t be my fingers inside you. It will be my tongue.”
My eyes bulged and my body responded on cue. I closed my legs, slightly embarrassed by how easy it was for him to excite me. I stepped away from him. I needed to get my clothes on or I was going to crawl all over him again and again.
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