Acquired Asset

by ZN Willett

  He chuckled. “I miss that mouth of yours . . . and those lips.”

  “Which ones?” I blurted out.

  “Both.”

  My legs immediately started to rub together.

  “I think it’s time to face the music. I will pick you up at 3:00 p.m. on New Year’s Eve.”

  I sat up, ready to argue. “What if I—”

  “Cancel them.” He commanded.

  My body tingled at his tone. “Fine, I’ll go, although that’s a tad early.”

  He laughed, amused. “It will take some time to get where we are going. And pack an overnight bag. I’ll have Vanessa send the details over.”

  “Okay, forget the fact that you expect me to just go with you to god knows where for a sleep over, but you’re going to out us to your assistant?”

  “Quinn, I never planned to keep you a secret.”

  “You were going to parade me around? Look at me. I nailed the—”

  “Do you ever shut up? When I said I wanted to see where this goes, that was more for you to try us. I know what I want; it’s you that I’m waiting on. If you want to keep us a secret then so be it. But remember it’s what you want, not me.”

  I stewed on that before responding. “I’ll go with you, but I want things to stay between us, at least for now.”

  I could hear the smirk through the phone when he said, “Good, and dress for warm weather.”

  “Ahh . . . feels too good.” Christopher whispered in my ear as he pushed deeper.

  The feel of him was exactly what I wanted and it was—“Aah . . . yes . . .” I cried out.

  Christopher grabbed hold of my ass, and squeezed it tighter, as I wrapped my arm around his neck. With each upward thrust, my body trembled in pleasure and exhaustion.

  The ocean waves rhythmically swayed beneath, while the full moon cast an illuminated hue of blue all around us.

  Christopher’s hands were rough, yet felt incredible as they explored every inch of my body. The feel of them as they cupped and squeezed was amazing. However his fingers as they caressed and pinched my nubs were explosive.

  “Do you like that?” He panted in my ear.

  The man had amazing hands and yet his mouth was all that I wanted. Well . . . maybe not all. Christopher could do some amazing things and he was determined to show me most of them.

  “Mmm, Quinn,” he said, and walked us over to the bed before laying me on my back.

  “Aren’t you tired, Colby?” I giggled, at his cocked brow.

  “If you need a minute.” He smirked, and started kissing down my neck. “I know I’m a lot to handle.” He chuckled as his tongue swept over my nipple. “I can give you a few minutes to catch your breath,” he said, while he nibbled on said nub, before sucking it into his warm mouth—hard.

  “Ugh!” I grabbed hold of his hair as he took his time playing. The warmth of his breath and wetness of his tongue while I watched him enjoying every bit of me spoke directly to my core.

  “Christopher, I need you.”

  “Mmm, are you sure?” he asked, while he kissed my breasts.

  “Yes!” I emphasized with my legs as they wrapped around his torso and pulled him in.

  He swept the loose strands of wet hair from my face as he guided himself into me. Each time felt as if it were the first time. I loved when he would push into the hilt and pause while I got used to the feeling of him. But this time, he began to nuzzle around my nose, before he placed a soft kiss on my lips. The pleasure increased when his tongue passionately started to explore my mouth.

  When we took a breath I said, “I’m going to stay right here for the rest of the afternoon.”

  “I think I can manage that.” He answered with a rotation of his hips.

  I entered a state of euphoria. The man had given me countless orgasms, and my body craved more of him. He was a devil feeding my soul with unbridled pleasures. Nonetheless, I didn’t care.

  “You’re always wet for me, Quinn.”

  It was a natural response that I could never control. Trust me, I have tried. However, my body craved him like the starved whore he created. Every time his fingers touched me, as he tested that theory with a smile, I wanted to smack him. Although my body opened up willingly to him.

  As we continued to move together, I noticed his eyes stayed fixed on mine. The intensity increased as I saw the level of pleasure I provided him. As Christopher’s eyes rolled back, the intensity grew stronger. The moment he clasped my hand and our fingers intertwined everything around me disappeared and the only thing I could focus on was him. The way he looked, the way he smelled, the way he breathed. The moment he whispered, “Come for me.” My body lost control as the most electrifying orgasm I had ever experienced ripped through me.

  I writhed out in pleasure, my eyes locked with his deep green ones. As I watched him succumb to his own pleasure, it only made my orgasm intensify. Muddled sounds poured out of me as another wave of ecstasy coursed through my body. I grabbed hold of the back of his hair and pushed his lips down onto mine as I swallowed every bit of him.

  While kissing him, I kept asking myself; this was what I was going to walk away from two days ago?

  “What do you want to do with these?” Mia asked.

  “Give them to accounting—no, send them to Chloe.”

  Guy thought that showering me with roses would excuse the fact that he was a jerk. Every time a delivery came in, I had them sent to someone on staff. At least he had helped with moral. The women employees seemed to love having gorgeous flowers on their desk. Something I had to remember for the future.

  The only flowers I had allowed in my office were the orchids that Colby had sent along with a note to be ready by noon. I called him out on sending them, after he found out about the roses I was receiving from Guy. Not that I wasn’t flattered with the pissing contest, I knew Christopher could take things to an extreme and made Reagan tell him that I wasn’t keeping them.

  Reagan.

  It took a bit of self-persuading to have her work with me after our first meeting. She was over an hour late and looked as if she had stepped out of a club and straight into my office. She smelled of booze and weed. I told Colby I would try to help out, but the girl seemed to be a lost cause.

  “Reagan, first off, if you’re going to work with me, at least respect my time. I don’t care what you do on your own time, however my time is valuable. If you’re not serious about learning the business then you can leave now.”

  She sat across from my desk peering at me with her big blue eyes. “Sorry Quinn, I lost track of time.”

  “Save the excuses. You either want to work or not.”

  She glared at me. “You’re just like my mother.”

  Okay, that wasn’t what I wanted to hear; especially if I was officially sleeping with her son. “Millicent is in a league of her own.”

  “Quinn, I promised Chris I would take this seriously, and if he sees something in me . . . I am willing to work at it.”

  “You need to believe in yourself or this is not going to work. It’s not going to be easy, and I don’t care if you are a Colby.”

  “Chris told me something like that.” She smirked. That smirk must have run in the family.

  “Make sure you’re here next Monday, on time. Mia will show you where your desk is located, and then she will take you around to get oriented and meet the other members of the team. Oh, you’ll also need an ID badge.”

  She looked surprised. “Everyone knows me.”

  “It’s a requirement for all employees. You will learn every department. Then, when I think you are ready, we’ll see how you perform with the new software. You’ll start in accounting.”

  She frowned at that, but too bad. Evan was a stickler and he would whip her into shape. She needed to understand our financials and how it affected her future.

  Get off that pretty little ass! You’re going to be late! Colby/Christopher

  The bubble popped up as I was about to send the rest of my emails
.

  You can go without me if you’re going to be demanding! Cordell/Quinn

  You love it when I am. Now get that ass up! Colby/Christopher

  Talking to me like this is not going to make me move any faster. Cordell/Quinn

  Hurry up. Colby/Christopher

  A bit eager there? I didn’t say you’ll get anything more than dinner. Cordell/Quinn

  We’ll see who’s still hungry by the end of the night. Colby/Christopher

  I hated how he was so sure of his damn self all of the time. It only made me want to bail on him and then who would be needy?

  Something came up, and I’m not talking about your junk. I may have to postpone. Cordell/Quinn

  Nothing.

  That will make him squirm for a while.

  “What could have possibly come up?” Christopher asked, as he barged into my office.

  “How . . . were you here the entire time?”

  “Answer me, Quinn.” Christopher stressed as he walked up to me. He looked ridiculously hot in jeans and a simple white t-shirt.

  “I was just . . .”

  “About to cancel?” he asked.

  “No.” He stepped in closer, lifted his hand under my chin, and raised my head toward his. “I was joking.”

  “Not funny,” he said, before claiming my mouth.

  His arms wrapped tightly around my body as I stood in shock while he devoured me. The moment his tongue forced entry, my body went limp, and he pushed me against the desk. My hands dragged up his back as he cupped my breast. When we both took a breath, I asked, “If this is why you’re flying us to who knows where, we can take care of this now.”

  He chuckled and said, “Still afraid of spending time alone with me?”

  “It’s your motives that I’m concerned with, Colby.”

  He pushed himself harder against me. “I think I have made my motives quite clear. I want you, all of you, and as I said before, I will wait.” He gave me a quick peck. “Grab your things. We have a plane to catch.”

  The moment we stepped out on to the tarmac, the tropical breeze flooded my senses and the warm moist air surrounded my body. We were on Turtle Island. I had heard of it, but never had the pleasure of visiting until now.

  The drive to our villa was breathtaking. We drove through the lush green tropical landscape, surrounded by clear blue waters. The moment Christopher pulled into the driveway; I knew I was in trouble. The place oozed romance and seduction. We stepped into our private villa set over the clear Pacific waters rolling underneath us, and walked into a bedroom that rivaled anything I had ever seen. The man was pure evil. He used not only the allure of the island, but a hotel room that made me excited the moment I stepped into it.

  After getting settled in, I met Christopher outside on the veranda. The man was full of surprises and had organized a double suite with two private rooms. When I walked out, there was a table with a spread of fresh fruit and seafood, and a half-naked Christopher lying back soaking up the sun.

  We had a private infinity pool with a Jacuzzi that lined the ocean. The patio could host fifty comfortably, though it was only Christopher and me for miles. The island was private and I was told that the other guests were on the other side. Essentially Christopher and I were alone, in paradise.

  “Are you hungry? I ordered lunch.” He sighed.

  “Were you expecting more people to join us?” I asked, as I starred at the bounty spread out before me.

  “You look good enough to eat,” he said, as his eyes swept down my bikini clad body.

  “I thought I would go for a swim.”

  “Don’t let me stop you.”

  I walked past him and dove off the side of the deck. The water was perfect and I could see clear to the bottom. Exotic sea life passed me by as I watched amazed at the beauty that surrounded me. When I looked up and saw Christopher staring at me, he was another reminder of the beauty that this world held.

  “My favorite kind of Quinn, a wet Quinn.” He leaned over chuckling.

  I splashed him. “You’re an ass, ruining my moment.”

  “Oh, was I disturbing something down there?”

  I splashed him more. He continued to laugh as he swept his wet hair around. Damn it! He looked hot wet. My eyes zeroed in on his shorts as they defined his wet and large member.

  “Take your time,” he stated.

  My eyes shot up to his knowing ones as he posed with that grin. I couldn’t help glance back down as I watched said member harden.

  “Are you ready for lunch?” he asked softly, while I watched his hand glide over the aforementioned member.

  Our eyes met, yet he still continued to stroke himself. I forced myself to swim away, while my body protested. The fog that Christopher had over my mind had weighed heavily on me. All I thought about was ripping those shorts down as I took him into my mouth.

  I had to swim several laps until the lust induced haze had evaporated.

  The island was beautiful during the day, but at night, it was breathtaking. Tiki lights flickered throughout the property, and the moonlit glow created a romantic feel.

  “You look . . .” Christopher inspected my strapless blue dress in awe. “There are no words for how exquisite you look at this moment.”

  No words, as I breathed out a sigh. The way he was looking at me was unfamiliar, and a slew of emotions overcame me. Uneasiness being one of them.

  The main hotel was hosting a New Year’s Eve party with dinner. I was surprised by the number of guests. We hadn’t seen anyone except our host when we had arrived. As everyone sat down for dinner, the band started to play. Christopher rose and extended his hand. “Dance with me?”

  I looked around. “No one is dancing. I do believe that’s to be saved for after dinner.”

  He grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me into him. “I think we can break a few ‘rules.’” He turned me around and moved us on to the dance floor.

  We swayed to the soft music and I was reminded again just how good of a dancer Colby was.

  “I needed you in my arms,” he admitted, and pulled us closer.

  We continued to sway until I saw our meal placed on the table.

  Dinner was interesting. Not a great deal was said, a lot of small talk. We said we wouldn’t discuss business, which didn’t leave much else to speak of. We talked about Reagan and her sense of entitlement. I had to work in every area of my parent’s hotel, from the front desk, to housekeeping, to catering. Christopher had been fast tracked, yet wanted to know everything for himself. I explained it’s a different perspective when you’re on the other side.

  “You act as if I haven’t gotten my hands dirty,” he said.

  “Your hands seem to be covered in dirt all the time, nevertheless I’m talking about hard clean work.”

  He leaned in with a raised brow. “You have seen how hard I can work.”

  “That may be true, but Reagan seems to have never done anything difficult in her life.”

  “That’s why she will be working for you.”

  “I’m going to be the bad guy?”

  “You will teach her things I can’t. Besides, when it comes to Reagan I have a soft spot.”

  “That’s her problem. There are too many people in her life with soft spots.”

  “How cliché is this? Walking barefoot in the sand,” I said, as I kicked said sand between my toes.

  “I need to call off the serenading musicians then?”

  “Colby?”

  Christopher laughed. “I should have booked them only to see the look on your face. You’re in paradise and still keep the walls up.”

  “I’m here in spite of my good judgment.”

  “Oh, yes. I’m the enemy and one should never sleep with the enemy.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Well you’re in luck; I’m not going to sleep with you tonight.”

  I shook my head amused. “Our villa doesn’t have walls. You bring me here, on New Year’s Eve, and you expect me to believe that
you won’t try?”

  “You know I will always try . . . but not tonight.”

  Surprisingly, he didn’t. We talked and walked along the beach until fireworks filled the sky. It was my turn to surprise him, I kissed him at midnight. He couldn’t help the pleased smirk that stayed plastered on his lips. It was a new year, but I wasn’t sure what kind of year it would be.

  The luxury of the linens and the warm breeze of the ocean air did not comfort the yearning that I felt deep inside. Christopher was in the next room, sleeping soundly and all I thought about was his touch, his smell, and the way his lips felt against my body.

  I couldn’t take being in my head for one more moment and went for an early morning dip. As I headed into the shower, I continued to think about Christopher. I could even hear him breathing. So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when my shower door opened and he stood there wrapped in a towel. “Colby! You said you wouldn’t try to sleep with me.”

  “I said I wouldn’t try last night. It’s morning, Quinn.”

  The towel dropped.

  “Why is there a board meeting regarding the CEO candidates this week?” I asked, as I stood over Christopher and hit him with my beaded throw pillow. “Answer me!”

  He grabbed and pulled me back into bed. “I don’t know,” he said, as he started to kiss my neck.

  I pushed him off. “You asshole! You whisked me off to some Island as a decoy while you stab me in the back! Then I find this out the moment we return! I knew you weren’t trustworthy. It’s your damn word against my father’s and mine. I buried everything that could come up about his heart attack; so try to screw with us and you’ll find that pretty dick cut off!”

  He regarded me for a moment, then grabbed hold and turned me on my back.

  “Colby!”

  “You are so hot when you’re angry.”

  “You’re going to get hurt if you don’t get the hell off of me.”

  “Quinn, you should know by now that I’m a man of my word.”

  I placed my hands on his chest pushing him farther, as I let out an angry chuckle. “That has to be the funniest piece of crap that has ever spewed from your mouth.”