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Acquired Asset

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by ZN Willett


  Christopher’s arms tightened. “Shh, stop thinking and feel.”

  My back arched, trying to gain friction against his hand. At the same time I internally chastised myself for letting him do this to me, again.

  “Relax, feel how wet you are.” He emphasized with one long sweep forward across my soaked folds.

  “We can’t.”

  “Quinn, I’m not going to force you to do anything. All I ask is that for one brief moment you put aside all of your doubts and just feel.”

  I shook my head until it fell back against his chest.

  His hand kneaded my breast firmly as his fingers pulled and flicked my erect bud. The other tortured my sex as he swept across pleasuring me over and over again. A heady moan escaped as I relaxed and allowed myself a brief moment to feel.

  Christopher’s breath saturated my ear as his two fingers slowly began to deepen. He moved my shirt to the side exposing one breast and continued to pull, stretching the nub to its fullness and releasing it again and again.

  “You are so damn beautiful. I harden instantly from the sight of you.” He panted.

  I backed into his growing member that was pushed firmly against my ass. That caused Christopher to moan and hearing what I did to him made me want to forget everything altogether and have him take me right there in the hallway.

  My pleasure increased when three fingers plunged inside me, and I fell over when he curled them up to reach the place that my body desired the most.

  “Ahh . . . yes . . . yes! Mmm.” I moaned.

  “Quiet. Do you want someone to catch us?” he asked winded.

  That made me moan out louder.

  I heard the chuckle in Christopher’s voice before he halted everything and turned me around to face him.

  No!

  We gazed into each other’s eyes for a split moment before he said, “I want a taste.”

  His mouth latched onto my hardened nipple and he began to suck. His tongue swirled around as his teeth scraped along. Christopher extended the bud with his lips and released it with a pop as he flattened his tongue. My head fell back, hitting the door as I stood there allowing myself to enjoy the wet tingling sensation. The small hairs on his chin brushed against my breast as he looked up into my eyes. His hand slid back down into my sex, which was at the point of combusting any second.

  The pressure of Christopher’s fingers increased as he said, “I want to spread you open and feast on you for days.”

  At the sound of his words, both my body and mind exploded at the same time. I lost control. I grabbed his hair, to lift him up, and crashed my tongue into his mouth. He tasted so good. I started palming along the thick shaft over his pants. Christopher pushed himself harder into my hands as I continued to rub up and down.

  “See what you do to me?” He breathed, and started to suck behind my ear.

  My legs were about to give out, and the tight coil inside of me was about to release itself over Christopher’s fingers, until I heard a door creak.

  All movement stopped—by me. Christopher continued to slide in and out of me as he hummed into my neck. “Colby, someone opened their door.”

  He paused a moment and looked down the corridor. “No one is awake.”

  “I know what I heard. We can’t do this here!” I whispered.

  He took in a deep breath. “You mean we can’t do this?”

  We looked into each other’s eyes and I saw what would happen if we went down this path. We would sleep together—a lot. We would eventually stop, but in-between that things would get messy, and it could potentially affect our jobs.

  “What are you afraid of Quinn?”

  “Nothing! We can’t do this, Christopher.”

  He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. Once he opened them he stated, “I said I wouldn’t pressure you, however you are eventually going to have to come to terms with the fact that you want this to happen as much as I do.”

  I bit my lower lip, exhaled, and placed my breast back in my bra. I closed up my shirt as I turned to open my door.

  Christopher grabbed my arm. “This is going to happen.”

  I walked into my room and leaned back against the closed door. I could sense he was still standing on the other side. Everything inside of me wanted to open the door back up, except the small part of my past bruised heart that didn’t want me to feel again.

  The next morning I sent a text to Dad and asked if he wanted to meet for breakfast. He told me he would be at the New York office campaigning until he left for the party. Because we both worked out of the LA office, he didn’t get to New York as often as he would like.

  I decided to find a quick snack downstairs and spend the day catching up on work, when I saw Millicent Colby standing beside the kitchen sink drinking coffee. “Mrs. Colby?”

  The New York socialite’s green eyes peered at mine, as she tied up her long rich espresso hair into a bun. She gazed at me and took another sip of her coffee.

  I was a bit miffed at her nonresponse and walked up to her. “Thank you for allowing me to stay in your beautiful home. It was nice of you to invite me to your party.”

  She slammed her coffee cup down on the counter. “Dear, save it. I have too much to do to extend niceties to someone who will be gone with tomorrow morning’s trash. Why don’t you crawl back into my son’s bed and leave me be.”

  “Mother!” Christopher walked in with a scowled expression, which I knew mimicked mine. “This is Quinn Cordell!”

  She huffed at him and with one bitch brow, looked me over. “My apologies, dear. I thought you were one of Christopher’s toys. I could have sworn you were the girl I saw Christopher dry humping in my hallway last night.”

  We all stood there, me embarrassed, Christopher pissed off, and Mrs. Colby pleased.

  “Please excuse my mother; she hasn’t had her first cup of coffee yet,” he hissed.

  “Yes, my apologies. Welcome to our home.”

  “Ah . . . thank you.”

  I saw something that I couldn’t quite place in her eyes before her facial expression switched to a more sincere type of mask.

  “Would you like something to eat?” she asked.

  “I would love a cup of coffee,” I said, placing a fake smile on my face.

  I wasn’t sure what her game was, but the woman knew it was me in that hallway.

  Christopher grabbed two cups and poured. We all stood there sipping our coffee and eyeballing each other.

  “Ms. Cordell—”

  “You can call me Quinn, Mrs. Colby.”

  “Quinn, I was impressed with the numbers coming out of Tokyo.”

  “Thank you.” A bit surprised that she had paid attention to our reports, I looked over toward Christopher with a quizzical brow raised.

  He gave me that smirk of his and kept quiet.

  “You have a beautiful home,” I added.

  “It has been in my family for generations.”

  “Well, it’s well maintained.”

  “Christopher should show you around.”

  “I did the honors last night, Mother.”

  “I bet you did, dear.”

  “Mother—” Christopher looked at his cell. “Excuse me; I need to take this call.” He quickly walked out.

  We stood in awkward silence until I decided to bite the bullet. “Christopher and I have a professional relationship—only. Whatever you think happened between us last night didn’t.”

  She placed her cup down and tilted her head. I now saw where Christopher had gotten that tendency from. “Ms. Cordell, please don’t insult my intelligence. I know my son.”

  “No disrespect, but your son is a very smart man. And yes, you did a fantastic job—he is handsome—and he’s also brilliant.”

  Why was I defending Christopher?

  And to his Mother?

  She chuckled. “Dear, let me give you a piece of advice. I know my son is intelligent. He is my son after all. I also know that there have been many, many, women in your situ
ation. Ask Christopher why we had to let go of the HR Director. Or why every female in the accounting office wasn’t speaking to each other at one time. I’ve done my homework on you. I respect the fact that you were able to go toe-to-toe with my son and still stand. I’m sure that challenged him even more. But what you don’t know is that my son gets tired of his toys quickly, like all boys tend to do, and then he looks for something new. You may be fresh out of the box, yet soon you will be discarded like all of the others. I admire your father, Quinn. I wouldn’t want to see him disappointed, or have it affect our working relationship, and my company.”

  Huh? There was so much to say, although at that moment, Thomas walked in. “Hello. Glad you were able to make it, Quinn.”

  The man rivaled his son in the looks department. He was in a three-piece suit on a Saturday. “Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Colby.”

  “Please, call me Thomas.” He bent over and gave Mrs. Colby a chaste kiss.

  “Where are you off to this morning, dear? Jennifer’s? Sabrina’s?”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Millicent! We have guests. I am heading to the office.”

  “Right, dear. Make sure you are back by 5:00 p.m.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of being late.” He snarled, and then smiled at me. “Quinn, make yourself at home. If you need anything, ask Graham.”

  He bolted out the door and my head started spinning from the dysfunctional socialite. I felt a hand along the small of my back. “Sorry. Do you want something to eat?” Christopher asked.

  “I have work to do.” I headed out the door.

  Christopher was on my heels yelling out. “Quinn, wait!”

  As I reached the stairs, I swung around and snapped. “I have a lot of work to do.”

  “I was planning on taking you around the grounds this morning, and then later show you around town.”

  “Sorry. I will see you tonight.”

  As I turned to proceed up the stairs he grabbed my hand. “What my mother said—”

  “It’s not that. As I said to you last night, our relationship can’t be anything more than professional.”

  He pulled me across the floor into an adjourning room. “And as I said before, you are going to have to finally admit to yourself that you want this as much as I do.”

  “That may be so, but what happens afterward? You get your fill of me and go on to the next victim?”

  He laughed. “You are no victim, Ms. Cordell.”

  “No I’m not, however a personal relationship may hinder our working one.”

  “We can set boundaries.”

  “Like what, Colby? No sex in the break room?”

  “No, we will be doing that.”

  The thought of that made me squirm. “I’m serious, Colby!”

  “Do you want me to draw up a contract? A sex clause?”

  We stood glaring at each other before I answered. “What I would like has nothing to do with reality.”

  He took a step closer, placing his hand on my arm. “Stop over thinking this.”

  A part of me wanted to let go, like that night . . .

  “Quinn, let me into that head of yours.”

  “Is that what you said to your past HR Director?”

  His hand dropped. “Why would you ask that?”

  “Your Mother volunteered the information.”

  He had a knowing look. “My mother is bitter and still dealing with my father’s indiscretions.”

  “Like father, like son?” I asked.

  “I am not like my father!” His expression hardened.

  “I always thought Thomas was the better of you Colbys.”

  He took a closer step, glaring at me. “Any excuse for you to not deal with what is right in front of you.”

  “You never answered my question.”

  “About the woman? I thought she had it together. I must say, I’m surprised you’re interested.”

  “Not in the woman. I’m interested in the fact that there seems to be a line of women that you ‘had to have’ in the workplace. I’m curious to see where these women are now?”

  He chuckled to himself as he stepped back from me, saying nothing.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  I brushed passed him and straight out the door.

  “Why are you there again?”

  I laid on top of the bed typing while talking to Lissa on speakerphone. “I’m here to speak to a few Board of Directors.”

  “Cut the bull, Quinn, and admit that Christopher is getting under your skin.”

  “He is.” I huffed out embarrassed to admit. I stopped typing and turned off the speaker on the phone. “Lissa, I swear the man drives me nuts. I feel like a stupid schoolgirl sometimes. There’s something about him that I can’t resist.”

  “Yeah, there is. It’s that gorgeous face that makes you want to rub your kitty all over it.”

  I shook my head. “Why, Lissa? Why?”

  “You know I’m right! Stop being a prude. Oh, and stop feeling guilty!”

  “I don’t feel guilty.”

  “He’s a Colby. I understand that. Yes, the man tried to take over your company. Yes, he used some unethical tactics in trying to do so, but he didn’t know you then. Stop taking this so personally.”

  “Even if I ignore his ethics, it’s hard not to take it personally.”

  “If it had been Justin, I would have kicked him in the junk several times, and proceeded to jump him.”

  “You would never have allowed Justin anywhere near you.”

  “Not true. And for Christopher, it probably was only business. He told you that. If it were reversed—”

  “I would have never—”

  “That you know of, Quinn. If it had been reversed, you would have felt bad after you met him. Give the guy a chance. Damn, give yourself a break. You are thoroughly wound up.”

  “I don’t know . . . what about what his Mother said? The man is a womanizer and seems to cause destruction everywhere he lays his head.”

  “Do you want something more?”

  “No. Not from him.”

  I thought.

  “Then why are you concerned with who he has slept with in the past? If you wanted more from this guy . . . well that’s another story.”

  “He could be a walking test tube of venereal diseases.”

  “Ask him when he was last tested—hell Quinn—if the man is that much of a jerk stop letting him get to you. However, if he means more to you than you’re admitting to me, you owe it to yourself to move cautiously and see where it goes.”

  “I can’t . . . if it were anyone else . . . I need to finish this. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “You better. I want to hear more about what his loony ass mom does next.”

  “Bye, Lissa.”

  The mansion was transformed from day to evening. Servers dressed in black, zipped around the rotunda as guests made their way into the makeshift ballroom where the orchestra was playing.

  The host and hostess greeted everyone with air kisses and firm handshakes. Everyone put on airs as they mingled; drinking champagne and giving the once over to everybody they saw. It was comical to watch from the top of the staircase. I could have stayed there all night, watching the show unfolding below. But unfortunately, I was expected to join in all the pomp and circumstance.

  “You look stunning in that dress,” Christopher whispered behind me.

  As I turned around, the ache that I had previously beaten down made itself known again. It’d had enough and would soon be vacating my body. Christopher looked incredible in a black tux. His sexy hair was spiked everywhere, although the rest of him was well put together. He took hold of my hand and placed a soft kiss on top.

  “I’m surprise you approve of this dress. I know how you feel about length.” I smirked.

  He laughed, and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You are very beautiful, Ms. Cordell.”

  My heart skipped a beat. “Stop with the flattery, Colby. I know it has worked fo
r countless others, but I’m not going to fall for it.”

  He arched a challenged brow. “You’re too smart for that?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Different from the rest?” He smirked.

  “I would like to think so.”

  He leaned in and whispered, “You are one of a kind, Quinn.”

  I moved back and looked into his eyes. “Remember that, Colby.”

  He chuckled. “Come on. It’s going to be an interesting night.”

  “Quinn, you look incredible.”

  Joseph said proudly, in his black tuxedo, while leaning against a high top cocktail table. “Thanks, Dad.”

  “You always remind me of your mother.” I smiled and gave him a hug. “You and Christopher seem to be getting along better.”

  “I’m trying to be professional.”

  “I know honey, though . . . well, sometimes I wish you wouldn’t work so hard. That also reminds me of your mother. She was a hard worker and rarely took time for herself.”

  That comment surprised me. “I go on vacations.”

  “I know, however that doesn’t stop me from worrying about you.”

  I squeezed his hand. “No need, Dad. Did you receive the report?”

  He nodded. “I read it in the car on the way back here. I’m surprised no one caught the software clause.”

  I was surprised about that myself. “You had to be looking for it. This software is going to revolutionize our hotels. It far exceeds anything that is currently available on the market.”

  “The technology is impressive, Quinn. The fact that a person can walk into a room that is programmed to know their preferences and settings is amazing. There was nothing like that dreamed of in my generation.”

  “The data that can be stored in this program will give us a wide edge in customer service.”

  “The Board is going to disapprove of your tactics. They’ll think you held this back from them on purpose.” His brow rose.

  They would be right.

  “Who cares what they think. They divided the operation and gave both Christopher and me our own individual goals. Has Thomas seen the report?”

  “He was in the car with me.”

  “Good.”

  “I assume that Christopher hasn’t.”

 

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