Cocky CFO: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 21)

by Flora Ferrari

  I have no idea what he’s going to say or do next, and that excites me.

  He pulls off Pacific Coast Highway, and takes the car down a hill. Right on cue it looks like he’s about to surprise me all over again.

  CHAPTER 8

  Carson

  As much as this girl turns me on like no other, it’s the connection I feel with her that’s most important to me.

  I have no interest in meaningless sex. I’m all about building things, whether that’s in regards to my life, profitable companies, or now…her.

  I can see myself watching the sunset with her, a drink in one hand and her hand in the other, as we discuss any and every topic under the sun. I can shift from one thing to another that’s totally unrelated and I know she’ll be right there with me.

  She was nervous when I first picked her up. I think if I said, “boo,” she would have jumped a mile high. Not anymore. She’s warmed up and I’m seeing the true Amelia now. It’s like watching a flower blossom right in front of my eyes, and nothing is more beautiful.

  But as much as conversations and enjoyment of each other’s company can carry a relationship, there has to be the physical there too. That desire that makes you think of that person all day. When your mind can focus on nothing else. And I’m beyond that point.

  I need to focus during the day to do what I have to do. It’s a lot of numbers and requires my complete concentration, but it’s not getting it because I can’t take my mind off of her…nor do I want to.

  And right now my mind is on pleasing her. Because of her slip up I know of her problem and we’re going to put an end to that right here and right now.

  I offer her my hand after I park the car under some trees. It’s a secret parking spot I learned about years ago when I came to this part of Santa Barbara to surf. We just drove ninety minutes to Santa Barbara yet it seems more like nine. Time was flying so fast, thanks to her company.

  We dart down a small trail like two teenagers trying not to get caught, before our view opens up to the beach.

  “It’s so peaceful at night,” she says.

  “I like to come here at this time, whether to just take a walk, exercise, or even to surf.”

  “You surf at night?”

  “When the moon is full, or close, yes.”

  “Isn’t it hard to see?”

  “Surprisingly it’s not too difficult.”

  “Aren’t you worried about sharks?”

  I’m the shark you should be worried about now.

  No. It’s so quiet compared to the day that the thought never crosses my mind.

  “I would be scared.”

  “Are sharks your greatest fear?”

  “No.”

  “You answered that pretty quickly.”

  “Unfortunately, yes.”

  “Why unfortunately?”

  She removes her gaze from mine as we walk along the sand. She stares at the fine, yellow sand in front of her, with her head down, before looking back my way.

  It’s dark, but she’s squinting like it’s high noon. Her face is scrunched up, showing the pain of something she’s apparently spent plenty of time thinking about before.

  “Because my greatest fear is missing out.”

  “Missing out? On what?”

  “That’s just it. The things I know about, and the things I don’t know about.”

  “How can you miss out on the things you don’t know about, if you don’t know about them?”

  “I wouldn’t know unless I was experiencing them. I have to experience things that challenge me, shock me, and push my limits. Only then can I look back and realize what life would have been like if I hadn’t done those things.”

  “But isn’t ignorance bliss?”

  “Not for me. I feel naive in a lot of ways, and I know I don’t know too much and I certainly haven’t experienced a lot of the things I want to experience. I’m conscious of that.”

  “You’re young. You still have time.”

  “True, but look at you. You were my age when you started doing so many of the amazing things you’ve accomplished over your life.”

  “But it takes time. A little each day. You push your boundaries a little here and a little here, and before you know it you’re a totally different person. You’ve changed, and evolved and you almost wonder how your life would have been if you hadn’t.”

  “Almost?”

  “Almost, because you’re too busy living to worry about what didn’t happen. You realize you’ve come a long way, but instead of focusing on that you just keep your eyes forward. No looking back.”

  “That’s it exactly. I don’t want to look back. I just want to look towards the future and see so many things, to do so many things. And it would be especially nice if I could find someone special to do them with.”

  “Not someone special.”

  “What?”

  “The perfect person. No settling.”

  “You’re right,” she says.

  “I know I am. You start compromising a little here, then a little there, and before you know it your entire life is a series of compromises. That’s not how you grow.”

  Speaking of growing, this beautiful young woman with the world in front of her is causing a serious growth in my pants. I just want to grab her and show her the world, tonight. I’ve got the means and the ability and she’s the one. She’s the one who’s just like me, whether she knows it or not yet. We make a good team, and together and with time, we’ll make the perfect team.

  “I’m ready to grow.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, I want to experience things I’ve never experienced before.”

  “I know where we can start.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Amelia

  I don’t say anything else. I don’t have to. I know what’s on his mind, because it’s on my mind too.

  The only question is where, but it’s quickly answered when he leans in toward me and scoops me up in his arms.

  “Oh!” I say, feeling like a princess being carried off by her knight on a white horse.

  He moves at the same speed as when we were walking. He’s so big and strong, carrying me is like nothing for him. His masculinity and strength make me feel so feminine and light and beautiful. I’ve never had an experience with a man like this before, and he hasn’t even kissed me yet.

  Part of me realizes that that’s part of the problem right there. I was dealing with boys before. This is a man, but not just any man. This is the guy who can challenge me to do things I don’t even know I can do. He can push me forward just as much as I know he can push all the right buttons in the bedroom.

  I’m staring up into his eyes when suddenly I feel my body rising. I turn my neck in time to see that he’s carrying me up the steps of the lifeguard tower, with no hands touching anything but me.

  “How do you stabilize yourself?”

  “I spent a summer traveling with the circus.”

  “Tightrope walking?” I laugh.

  “A little bit of everything.”

  I don’t know if he’s serious or joking. It sounds ludicrous, but he’s got me wondering now. Not for long though when he sets my feet down on the lifeguard platform and takes my face in his hands.

  “There’s only one first kiss,” he says. “There’s no do-overs or second chances.”

  “No there’s not,” I say, feeling my heart flutter and a tingling in my shoulders and arms.

  His head moves toward mine stopping just short. The anticipation sends goose bumps across my arms and legs, and I feel light, like I could float away.

  I can feel his warm breath on my lips as his thumb gently strokes my cheek.

  And then when I can’t take it anymore, he comes forward those last few inches and our lips meet for the first time.

  Oh my god, what a kiss. My entire body freezes up causing me to forget to breathe. I quickly become dizzy and I feel my knees go weak and my head starts to spin.

  “I got you!
” he says, grabbing me by the waist. “Let’s sit you down,” he says.

  “I’m okay.”

  “Better safe than sorry.”

  He places me down on the lifeguard platform. It’s too cliché to say aloud, but he literally just took my breath away. It’s what I’ve been waiting for my entire life.

  He fans some air on me with his hand, but he doesn’t need to. The breeze across the windswept beach is all I need to feel rejuvenated.

  I lean into him and kiss him with my eyes closed.

  He was right about there only being one first kiss, but the second sure is amazing too.

  We continue kissing like school kids who don’t have a care in the world.

  He leads the pace, alternating between light, soft, gentle affection kisses and more passionate deep kisses. It’s a roller coaster and I don’t ever want to get off.

  Suddenly he stands, before reaching down to pick me up.

  “You’re okay to stand?”

  “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.”

  He lifts me up, and the kissing continues only getting hotter.

  Now that we’re standing his hands have more room to maneuver, which I notice when I feel his fingertips run up and down my back, before grabbing my hips tightly.

  His hands aren’t the only ones that are wandering. I slide my hands between his suit jacket and shirt, grabbing his sides as I feel his tree trunk like midsection. I reach for his shirt, tugging it from his trousers. I run my hands along his abdominals as his kisses speed up and change from passionate from lustful.

  “Are you ready for another first?” he asks.

  “I’m ready for everything, with you,” I say.

  My words turn him into an animal as his hands spin me around. He runs his hands up my spine as my hands press flat against the lifeguard tower.

  I hear his belt unbuckle and his trousers drop, just before I feel him lift my dress and violently yank my panties down.

  His arms wrap around me from behind as he gently bites my earlobe.

  I’m a wet mess in-between my legs, and I want nothing more than to finish what we started in his office.

  One hand releases from my front and I feel it a second later against my ass.

  My back arches even more as I breathe out hard.

  He smacks me again, this time getting a moan from me.

  He continues, bringing my moans to a fever pitch.

  The spanking stops as I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.

  His other hand grabs my breast through the fabric. He squeezes hard, and I feel the head of his cock slide inside me.

  I’m dripping and he enters with ease, but only part way. I’m either too tight or he’s too big. Probably some of both, but it hurts so good.

  He slides almost all the way out of me, still keeping the tip inside, before slowly sliding back in allowing each and every nerve ending inside my pussy to feel his dick.

  “Oh my god!” I say.

  “You feel so good. So amazing,” he says in my ear.

  “You feel so… You feel so… I’m gonna cum!” I scream. My mouth opens wide. “Aaaaaaaah. Aaaah. Ah. Ahhhhhhh!” I explode, covering his cock in my juices.

  My head falls forward and I lose all feeling in my body as I pass out in his arms.

  CHAPTER 10

  Amelia

  One week later

  He teases me about my first orgasm nearly making me unconscious, but he’s got a point. Being able to finally achieve orgasm opened the floodgates. I released all that pent up energy for the first time and was it a doozy.

  I slide open my desk drawer and look at the pictures we snapped together in one of those picture booths. It’s a roll of three and we are having the time of our lives in the photos. We’re playful, serious, and making funny faces as we alternate expressions from photo to photo. It makes me smile every time.

  “Miss Perkins, I finished those reports.”

  I look up, sliding the drawer back in nonchalantly.

  “Thank you, Doug” I say, extending my hand to receive them.

  He walks away back to his cubicle and I place his work on the stack of things to go over before I leave today.

  My new role carries a lot more responsibility, but I’m enjoying it immensely. Carson’s words a week ago had rung true. He’s challenging me, pushing me, and it’s bringing out the best in me, and not only at work.

  That first orgasm was better than losing my virginity. As far as I’m concerned I might as well have been a virgin, especially when comparing anyone else’s so called efforts to please me to the way he came into my life. My body, and my mind, finally found a guy who could satisfy me in every way. Being able to make me feel the way he did made me trust him completely, and I was able to open up and explore everything he, or I, could imagine.

  Every night we had dinner in some fancy restaurant in the city. The waiters seemed to all know him by name, and the food was easily the best I had ever tasted.

  What was also fun was that we were sneaking around. When we went out to eat, we entered through the back door. The next mornings when I woke up at his place, he had his driver take me to work, and he coordinated it so we wouldn’t arrive at the same time.

  As much as I wanted to step out in public with him, when he was ready, I knew we couldn’t now. He was trying to avoid the paparazzi for his own sake, and he was equally focused on doing so for mine.

  He didn’t want to undermine my credibility or newfound authority at work. Not only that he had a job to do at my company, and I had to remind myself of that.

  We didn’t talk about work after hours, but I had the feeling he was lining up something big. At some point there would be a huge wave of layoffs or firings. The only question was when. I wasn’t looking forward to it, and it didn’t seem he was either.

  When I first met him I saw him as a heartless guy, but the more I got to know him the more I realized I was wrong. I wasn’t sure if the change had anything to do with me, but I sure hoped so. Just as much as he wanted to help me grow, I wanted to help him grow too.

  He may have been a lot older and wiser than me in many ways, but he didn’t seem very empathetic in a lot of other ways. Sure, he saved my job, but I truly did seem to be the exception to the rule.

  On some of the nights we laid in bed I came to realize he was more of a numbers guy than a people guy. He was good with people, but he really excelled with numbers. I wasn’t out to change him, but I was hoping that being around me might soften him up a little…make him see things from other people’s points of view, and not strictly judge people as numbers on a spreadsheet based on their productivity.

  But he definitely never treated me that way. He was the most attentive person I ever met, in or out of the bedroom.

  There were nights I would just talk and talk and talk, and he let me continue without ever saying a single word. It was therapeutic for me. I talked about my childhood a little, but mostly just talking about things that happened to me during the day and other stuff that probably didn’t even need to be said, but sure felt good to get off my chest.

  I didn’t realize how much I had bottled up inside, just as much as I didn’t know how amazing it felt to finally have someone I could trust completely and share all these thoughts with.

  I slide my desk drawer open again and look at those pictures. I smile and think back to that night.

  When we exited the picture booth there was an older lady who said, “You two kids sure do make a great couple.” I could see her squeeze her husband’s hand after she spoke and I knew that’s just how I wanted to be someday. Well past eighty and still very much in love. And she was right. We do make a great couple. And I was right too. I wanted to still be in love in my twilight years. Still, because it was plain to see I was in love now.

  CHAPTER 11

  Carson

  We’ve been inseparable for a week straight, after working hours. I want to show her off to the whole world, but there’s just no way I can do that for her. I’d gla
dly risk it for myself, because it’s not a risk for me at this point. Not at all. I know what I want, and what I want is her.