I push off with my hands and sit up in a panic. “Christ, the dogs! What did they eat? Where did they sleep?”
“Leftover Chinese food, and they’re in the study.”
“Don’t let Vivian know that’s what you fed them,” I say, relieved that he didn’t give them breakfast cereal or worse.
He grips my waist and lifts me up, freeing his hardness. Reaching for the night stand, he finds a condom, takes it out of the wrapper, and rolls it on. “Saddle up and ride, country doll,” he rasps, eyes playful yet still so intense.
“Are you making fun of me?” I ask lightly.
My eyes flutter closed as his hands cover my breasts, massaging my flesh while his thumbs glide over each nipple. “No talking. Just climb aboard.”
I slide back to give myself some room to see what I’m doing, smiling as I wrap my fingers around his thick, massive erection. If I had my way, I’d spend some time touching him, but like he said, there’ll be time for that. With one hand on his six-pack, I raise my hips up and use my other hand to position his smooth, velvety tip at my opening. Inch by sweet, thick, satisfying inch, I lower my body and allow him to fill me. My inner walls stretch, and I’m a little sore, but it feels too good not to want more.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he moans.
My palms reach across to his pecs for balance. Slowly, I move up and down his cock, reveling in this sinfully sexy ride. Awash with desire, and to be honest, filled with some unexpected courage, I move one of his hands to my swollen, throbbing clit that’s desperately in need of some friction. Jackson’s lips curl up into a smile. He lifts my hood and massages a spot that causes my entire body to contract and convulse in an orgasm so overwhelming, I’m sure I’ll black out. I don’t know what hits me, but it hits me hard, stealing the air from my lungs and every ounce of energy from my muscles.
He slides his one hand up my back and the other grasps my hip. I’m tight against his chest, drenched in sweat and panting for air as he kisses me. Rolling his hips, he drills into me, and hits my womb with each thrust. Over and over, each thrust stretches out my pleasure until it seems to blend with his as he comes.
The heady sensation returns, emptying my mind as he runs his hands through my hair. Soon there’s just the sound of our breaths and an experience of calm that I don’t think I’ve ever known. I can’t wait to feel this way again.
22
Jackson
One Week Later
I’m in the middle of an all-day internal meeting to talk strategy with Jace, Dylan, Foster, Caleb, and our in-house contracts lawyer when Gemma meekly enters the boardroom.
“What is it?” I ask as she stands in the doorway, waiting for Caleb to finish speaking. “Is my father here yet?”
“No, Mr. Knight. You have an unscheduled visitor.”
“We have a hold on the day, Gemma,” I say firmly. “This is an urgent meeting.”
“I understand that, but…can we speak in the hallway for a moment? This is a personal item I think.”
Gemma’s the best executive assistant I’ve had. She’s worked for me for years, after much trial and error. She should know better than to interrupt my meeting. Which is why I’m even more curious about who she chose to risk coming in here for.
“Carry on, gentlemen,” I say over one shoulder, and follow her out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind me. “What the hell is this about?” I demand.
Gemma motions with her chin toward the main entrance.
Dahlia is standing in the hallway. In a light pink cardigan, a black mini skirt, and a sandy pink pair of ankle-high cowboy boots. And her dogs.
“Hey,” I greet her, and my dick springs to life. I’m curious as to what can be so urgent that she’d show up at my office unannounced, but I’m already glad she came. “Everything all right?”
“Hi Jackson. I tried to phone you, and then I sent a couple of texts.”
“Yeah, my phone’s back in the office.”
“Can we talk somewhere private? I’ll make it quick.”
“Sure.” I turn to Gemma. “Watch the dogs for us, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, Mr. Knight.”
“And tell my brother I may be a while. Also, if Dad shows up, send him in to the boardroom.”
Guiding Dahlia down the hall, I show her into my office and close the door, locking it behind me with an audible click. “What’s up?”
She steps up to me and wraps her arms around my waist, resting her head in the middle of my chest. “This is going to sound like it’s coming from left field, but please hear me out.”
“Of course,” I tell her, and kiss the top of her head.
We sit in two guest chairs, facing each other. Curiosity is killing me, but her outfit has my dick straining against my zipper. I can’t wait for her to tell me why she’s here so I can get to the good part and take her tight, sweet cunt, right here in my office.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Do you think you or Jace, or someone at your firm can meet with my roommate? Not Emily. It’s for Rose. You haven’t met her yet.”
“I don’t know. About what exactly?”
“She’s completing an internship as part of her business degree, and there’s a problem I think you should know about. The placement isn’t working out. I thought you might be able to help.”
The temptation to tell her that we’re a little too early in the game for me to hire her friends as a favor tickles my throat. “Help her how?” I ask instead.
“She’s concerned about something she overheard. I don’t really know all the details.”
“I’m not sure how I can—” I start to say, but Dahlia cuts me off, eyes wide and insistent.
“There may be a connection between where Rose works and what you told me about that pharmaceutical firm.”
“What? I never mentioned any company names.”
“I know. Can you just speak to her?”
I run my hand across my jaw, wondering whether or not there’s anything I can really do for her friend. “Where does she work?”
“Levine Holdings.”
My hand flies up to my temples. This has to be some kind of gift from the Gods. “Your roommate is on an internship at Levine Holdings?”
She nods.
“What’s her name?”
“Rose Burnell.”
“When can we meet her? Wait, let me get Jace and Dylan in on this,” I say, pressing the speed dial on my office phone to Gemma’s desk. “Gemma?”
“Yes, Mr. Knight?” she answers.
“Wait, who’s watching the dogs?”
“Marina,” she answers, which is the assistant in Caleb’s and Foster’s department.
“Okay. Connect me to the boardroom for a second, and put it on speakerphone.” She does as I ask, and after waiting a few moments, the line connects. “Jace, there’s a development. Before I get into it, ask legal to excuse themselves for a minute.”
“Okay.”
I wait for him to give me the all clear, then I ask, “Can we use some discreet help from someone at Levine Holdings for this Mont Blanc deal?”
“It’s Dylan speaking, Jackoff,” Dylan says with a chuckle, not realizing that Dahlia is here with me. “And yes, we definitely can. You have someone?”
“We do, and I’m not alone here, by the way.”
“What’s the employee’s name?” Jace asks.
“It’s an intern. Rose Burnell,” I answer. Then the sound of someone in the room half-choking his throat in reaction overpowers the other voices. “What? Do one of you know her?”
“That would be Caleb,” Jace says. “He heard the name and started coughing up a lung.”
“Care to enlighten us?” Dylan asks him.
“Long story,” Caleb answers, clearing his throat.
“Dylan, can you take the lead on this task? Caleb must have a history with Miss Burnell.” I say with a shrug, solely for Dahlia’s benefit.
“He has a history with
the entire female population of his alma mater for the four years he attended Columbia.” Dylan jokes. “And corporate espionage? Sure, I’ll take the lead. It’s likely to get one of us arrested and sent to a Club Fed prison, but it’s for a worthy cause.”
“I understand why you wanted the in-house attorney to wait on the other side of the boardroom door,” Jace adds.
“Yes. It’s for everyone’s protection. I’ll get you the details in a while, gentlemen,” I say, ending the call.
“Wow,” Dahlia says. “I went out on a limb, hoping you’d hear me out, but I really appreciate that you’re willing to check on this with Rose. Thank you for trusting me.”
“Thank you, for being persistent. Let your friend know we’ll set something up. Oh, give her the heads-up about Caleb, so she doesn’t end up blind-sided later.”
“Will do.”
I pull her into my lap and run a hand up and down her bare legs. “Now that we have all this business out of the way, we should make time for pleasure.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, letting her hands hang down my back. “Right here in your office?” she moans into my ear.
“It’s only fair, doll,” I tell her, kissing her ear lobe as I bury my hand into her silky hair. “The door is locked. No one will interrupt us.”
She shifts on my lap, hiking up her skirt to straddle my legs. “Sounds risky.”
“For them,” I groan, eyes locked on hers.
I smash my mouth to hers, for a rough, hungry kiss that leaves her lips swollen and raw. I’m growing harder by the second from how she moans into my mouth. Sliding my hands down to her legs, I drag her skirt up past her hips and cup her ass through her panties. My fingers find the seam and slide down between her thighs from behind, pulling the fabric to the side.
“Jesus. You’re wet as fuck,” I growl into her mouth as I dip two fingers past her folds, sinking them deep into her tight pussy. Our teeth crash together, tongues tangled, and with one quick movement, I free my dick, rubbing it between her legs as I finger-fuck her hard.
“Jackson,” she moans. Grinding on my hand and cock, she whispers how much she wants me against my lips.
Fuck. My cock can’t wait another second to get inside her. I pull my fingers out, and with one sharp jerk, I bury my dick balls deep into her tight, smoldering hot pussy. Dahlia pulls from our kiss, and cups a hand over her mouth, muffling her moans as I fuck her hard. Knowing I’m the only one to ever breach her inner walls make me wild, and taking her raw like this, here at work, well it’s hot as fuck.
We go on this way for a while, and I drag her sweater up, moving her bra aside to suck and tease her breasts. As I swirl my tongue around each nipple, her core starts to tighten and throb around my shaft, letting me know she’s close without words. Grabbing her ass again, I ram into her, thrusting in and out.
I can stay like this for ages, taking her on every piece of furniture and in every position imaginable. But the thing is that we’re in my office, and although the door’s locked, I know there’s enough going on business-wise that I shouldn’t drag this out for too long. Someone is liable to interrupt us, and if it pertains to Mont Blanc, it’ll be too important to ignore. As much as I hate being responsible at a time like this, it’s best if I wrap this up before I get pulled away.
“Come for me, doll,” I whisper into her ear.
She digs her fingernails into my shoulders through my shirt, holding on tight as she grinds her hips. With a small cry, her body writhes through her climax. Her tight cunt feels like it’s summoning my dick to cum inside of her. I can’t fucking resist. A moment later, I explode my release deep in her core.
We pant hard to catch our breath, and after a short while, I get to my feet while she’s still connected to me, carrying her to my private bathroom. “You know what this means?” I ask as I lower her legs to the floor.
“What?”
“You need to bring your fine ass down to my office more often. In those hot cowboys boots.”
She smiles, pulling her skirt back down her legs. “We’ll see.”
Just as I expected, there’s a hard, demanding knock on my office door. “What the hell is it, Gemma?” I shout. “I’m busy!”
“That’s no way to talk to your secretary,” says the very familiar masculine booming voice coming from the other side of my office.
It’s my dad.
“Fuck.”
“Who is that?” Dahlia asks nervously.
“My father. Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of him,” I tell her, grabbing a hand towel to clean off. I put my dick back in my pants, zip up, and give my hands a quick wash. “You go ahead and get yourself straightened up.”
Walking briskly to the door, I pull it open a few inches. I’m almost bowled over by Dad, who charges in and walks right past me to my desk, wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit, and with his gray hair neatly combed back.
“We need to talk,” Dad grunts, and rests his hand on the backrest of the very chair where I just had my way with Dahlia.
He doesn’t notice that she’s standing in the middle of my bathroom—and Dahlia is too nervous to draw any attention to herself by shutting the door.
I’m not afraid of my father finding that I’ve been up to extracurricular activities in my office. It’s my office after all. What I know, though, is he’ll be very interested in the object of my lust. Dahlia isn’t going to leave here without Dad meeting her again. And he’ll want to know more about her. Which can go either way for her.
Dad gives me a once-over from head to toe. “Since when do you walk around the office looking like that? Half your shirt is out of your pants…and fix your damn tie.”
“Let’s talk in one of the boardrooms,” I tell him.
“What?” he asks, then he sniffs the air suspiciously.
“Dad,” I start, because I’d like to avoid hearing him say anything too damaging. Dahlia’s clothes are back in order, so I wave her over. “Do you remember my date from the gala? Dahlia, this my father, Joseph Knight. Dad, Dahlia Dawson.”
“Oh,” he says, and make a full turn toward her, extending his arm for a handshake. “Yes, great to meet you again, Miss Dawson,” he says politely as his discerning eyes make their usual full body assessment.
“Likewise, Mr. Knight,” Dahlia answers.
“Son, why didn’t you just tell me you were meeting with your…friend?”
I shake my head and run my palm down the back of my head. “I’m sure Gemma told you I was busy.”
“She did. I didn’t think that, well…ahh, now I know.” His eyebrows raise, and recognition of what he just interrupted begins to show on the one-sided smile on his amused face. “I’ll be in that boardroom like you asked. Don’t be long,” he tells me as he walks to the door. “Pleasure to meet you again, young lady.”
Dahlia smiles tightly. “Take care, Mr. Knight.”
“You got off easy,” I tell her after Dad leaves.
“Do you think he knows what we were doing?” she asks with an anxious giggle.
“Of course, he does. Dad’s no fool.” I step over to her and pull her into my arms. “And he knows I’m no saint. Anyway, I’ve got to go talk to him.”
“I understand. Thanks again for agreeing to help Rose…and for the extras,” she giggles.
“The pleasure was all mine,” I groan, briefly kissing her lips. “Meet me at my place later. I’ll text you when I get in.”
“Sure. Sounds good.”
“I want you in my bed, doll. On your knees. I’m going to spank your ass until it’s raw.”
That gets her attention.
23
Jackson
Five Days Later
This is it. Jace and I have our ducks in a row. Everyone who needs to be here is sitting around the conference table. Even Dad made it. He knows everything we do, and although he didn’t react as violently as Jace and I did, he fully supports our plan.
We’re ready to face off with Mont Blanc.
And Gerald, the mastermind behind most of this cover-up.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” my Dad says from the head of the table. “Our deal is on, and I think it’s the best news I’ve had all year.”
Gerald leans forward in his seat, eyes lit up like it’s Christmas. “We’re signing on the deal?” he asks with excitement. “Right now?”
Dad nods his confirmation. “The lawyers have drawn up a slightly different agreement. We have their consensus that there are no significant differences between the new contract and the original. There are also no material changes in the acquisition terms or costs. Jackson, can you walk them through the details?”
“My pleasure,” I say, and wait for Cherry and Gemma to provide a copy of the new contract to each person in attendance. “You’ll notice on page seventy-three, section nine, line fourteen that one corporation name, a Levine Holdings, was added to an adjusted chain of ownership,” I explain.
I’m not surprised when Gerald becomes uncomfortable in his seat and turns to Dad. “Joseph, a word outside?” he asks, doing his best to reign in the anxiety in his voice.
“Of course,” Dad agrees. “Let’s give all parties sufficient time to review the adjustments. In the meantime, Gerald, my sons have a better grasp on the nuances of these revisions. The four of us can speak in my office.”
We excuse ourselves and walk across the hall into his office, shutting the door behind us. This isn’t going to be pretty.
“Can someone please help me understand what the hell is going on?” Gerald asks. “Why was Levine Holdings moved around without consulting me?”
“Simple,” Jace seethes. “Payback’s a bitch.”
I step up beside him. “Gerald, what Jace is trying to explain is that you tried to slip two major exposures into our three-billion-dollar deal, hoping all those layers of ownership would delay our discovery until it was too late.”
Gerald rears backward and folds his arms across his chest. “What the hell are you talking about, boy?”
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