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

by Flora Ferrari

  But it is a risk for her still, in more ways than one. Sleeping with the boss is the oldest cliché in the book, and I don’t want her to get caught up in that net. Her work is too valuable, and I don’t want the amazing job she’s doing to get discredited. Even more importantly, she’s too valuable and amazing…to me.

  I’m thinking long term and I need to sacrifice the short term so that we can make this work. I want a future with her. No woman’s ever made me feel this way, and I’m not about to lose this feeling. I want to wake up next to her and feel the way I do now, for as long as I possibly can.

  I can see she’s more confident than the day I met her, and also more lively and happy in general. Her youthful exuberance has started to wear off on me, softening my edges a bit. I didn’t get as far as I did in the business world being soft, but she’s showing me you can collect more honey if you don’t upset the hive.

  I pull up to her place, but I barely have to stop the car. She’s already on the curb waiting, even though I’m ten minutes early.

  “What’s cookin' good lookin'?” she says.

  “That’s what you’ll find out soon enough.”

  “I’m looking forward to it,” she says with that smile that reminds me why I’m so glad to be a man. This girl is so real, so genuine, so honest, and such a breath of fresh air.

  I help her in the car and walk back around to my side with a spring in my step.

  We take off and talk about everything under the sun on the drive.

  Before I know it we’re pulling up to the destination.

  “Are we where I think we are?”

  “Probably.”

  She turns and gives me a curious look. “They don’t serve food here do they?”

  “They do.”

  “But they’re closed on Mondays, right?”

  “To the general public, yes.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  I step out of the car and offer her my hand when I reach her side.

  She’s looking up at me in a state of disbelief. I can tell it’s half shock, and half amazement…in a good way.

  I escort her to the front where my friend is waiting.

  “Good evening, Mr. Carson.”

  “Good evening, Brent.”

  “And this must be Miss Perkins.

  “Nice to meet you,” she says, extending her hand.

  “The pleasure is all mine,” Brent says. “If you two are ready, we’re ready for you.”

  I nod and we enter.

  I look at her and see the awe in her eye. It’s the exact reaction I was going for. I want to surprise her each and every day.

  She looks up at me and shakes her head. “You…are…unbelievable. Incredible,” she says, puckering her lips and rising up onto her tiptoes as she walks.

  I don’t think I’ve ever described anything in my life as cute, except in a sarcastic or condescending way when I’m out alpha-ing someone in a business meeting…until now. There’s no other way to describe it. She’s cuter than a million puppies in a picnic basket. I don’t know how she’s making me think such thoughts, or making me soft, but I don’t care. All I know is I want her. I lean down and our lips meet.

  “You know, I’ve never been to the Getty,” she says.

  “Do you like museums?”

  “I love them actually, but I’ve just never had the time.”

  “Well I’m glad your first time is with me.”

  She smiles and reaches out her hand. I take it in mine and feel that spark all over again, not that it ever left me. Just when I think she can’t make me feel any manlier, there she goes again. Her small hand is in mine as she smiles big and wide as we begin our tour.

  Add tonight to our ever-growing list of nights we’ll remember forever.

  CHAPTER 12

  Carson

  “I still can’t believe we had dinner on the lawn of the Getty Museum.”

  “Believe it, and it’s just the start.”

  “You have more planned for tonight!”

  “I’m not that good,” I wink. But there will definitely be a lot more surprises to come in the future.

  “You never stop surprising me.”

  “And you never stop amazing me,” I say.

  The car’s door locks beep and latch behind us, just as we enter my place.

  “Oh my gosh!”

  “Do you like it?”

  “I love it,” she turns to me and we kiss. I can tell by the way she’s holding my face that this is a girl that doesn’t want to let go. Not now, and not of me, ever.

  “When did I…oh yeah.”

  “I was listening.”

  “You were indeed. I love tulips.”

  “And I like your two lips.”

  “Well come here then,” she says, pulling my face back to hers for a second round of kissing.

  We may have eaten a little too much, but it’s easy to tell that we’re both about to work it off…real quick.

  I scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, past the pots of tulips I’ve lined along each side of our pathway.

  “Is there a name for this way we’re going?”

  “The romantic rendezvous route. Maximum passengers allowed…two.”

  “It’s like the carpool lane, in reverse.”

  “Something like that.”

  “But it doesn’t lead to the swimming pool does it?”

  “Nope,” I say as the newly appointed romantic rendezvous route curves taking us straight to the master bedroom, where more tulips await. I’m glad I was able to get so many, and in so many colors on only a week’s notice.

  “Carson!” she says, when we enter the bedroom.

  I say nothing. I don’t need to. The hundreds of pots of tulips and the candles carefully arranged in-between say more than words can.

  I gently place her on the bed and watch as her head rotates and her body follows. She’s taking in the room, and I’m taking in her expression.

  I’m glad I can make her feel this way. It’s a small way to say thank you for the way she’s made me feel, and continues to make me feel. And for the way she’s changed the way I look at the world.

  Her eyes lock on mine. “You’re making me feel like a princess tonight.”

  “You should feel that way every night, because you are.”

  Her shoulders relax and she turns that beautiful neck of hers my direction. “Awww,” she says.

  Her mood quickly changes from kitten to lioness as she curls her finger my way, purring like a feisty feline.

  CHAPTER 13

  Carson

  I can’t wait to explore her all night long. To be tired at work tomorrow because of what we do tonight. Not to be able to think of anything but her.

  We’ve got all night, and I plan to take it slow, but not with these clothes on. I want to feel her skin against mine.

  I unbutton my white shirt, removing my arms slowly before tossing it to the side. I’m not about to take my eyes off her as she slides that dress up and over her head, and begins to unhook her bra.

  I step out of my pants just as she frees those big beautiful breasts of hers, causing my cock to spring to attention against my boxer briefs, which are losing the battle to contain it.

  She’s on her back, sliding out of her panties, just as I’m pulling my underwear over the tip of my member, before letting them fall to the ground.

  “Care to join me,” she asks playfully, lying there on the bed as nude as the day she was born. She’s on her side with her head propped up on her hand.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” I say joining her on the bed, as my hands take hold of her hips pulling her body into mine.

  Her back arches and her head finds the pillow as I kiss up the side of her exposed neck. I recognize her signature light scent, and know it’s not the kind you can get in a bottle. I swear the girl sweats perfume, or maybe there’s something in her body chemistry, but whatever it is she smells like something in-between a springtime rain and a warm summe
r night’s breeze. I didn’t drink at dinner, because I had to drive…but I’m intoxicated now.

  I lose control and kiss her lips, a kiss that she returns. She wraps her hands around my shoulders and we kiss as we roll on the bed. One minute I’m on top, and then she’s on top. I don’t even know where the head and foot of the bed are anymore. We’re rolling around so much with only candlelight to see by and tulips surrounding us.

  I kiss my way back down her neck and in-between her chest, before tracing a circle around her nipple and then taking it in my mouth. Her nipples are hard and as long as I’ve ever seen them. I flick them with just the tip of my tongue and hear her exhale as her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

  “I must be in the right spot,” I say.

  “You’re always seem to find it,” she says, in-between heavy breaths. “Or should I say them.”

  “I’m starting to think your whole body is an erogenous zone.”

  “Only because of you.”

  She’s not even talking dirty, but her words are turning me on just as much as if she was. As much as dirty talk and role-playing are fun, I like that just the simple, straightforward truth from her gets to me like nothing else can.

  As much as I want to be inside her, there’s something else I need to do first. I have to taste her, take her in my mouth.

  I look her in the eye as I slide back on the bed, spreading her legs.

  I take my eyes off her, without moving my head, just staring at her pretty pink pussy.

  She tries to close her legs.

  “Don’t.”

  “I’m shy.”

  “Don’t be. Please. Your pussy is a work of art. If they had a wing for it at the Getty it would be worth a billion times the price of admission alone.”

  “I don’t think so. I wish—“

  “I know so. And I wish you could see it the way I see it. The way it turns me on. They way looking at it, and you, make me lose control. Control of my body and control of my mind.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Believe it. All I can think about is you, and what I’m about to do to you.”

  “What are you about to do to me?” she asks in a hushed tone.

  “I’m not going to tell you. I’m going to show you.”

  I lower my face to her pussy and take a big thick lick straight up the middle, watching her the entire time.

  I see her mouth and eyes open, and hear her exhale through her mouth.

  “Oh my god.”

  Seeing her like that sets me off.

  I bury my head in-between her legs, spreading her lips with my fingers, flicking the tip of my tongue against her clit while I insert first one finger, then two, inside her dripping wet vagina.

  I feel my cock pressing against my stomach just above my belly button. I’m hard as a rock and pointing straight up. Even after a week of fucking like rabbits, I can barely contain myself. I feel the precum already releasing, when I sense the sticky wet spot on my stomach.

  I slide my two fingers in and give her that same come hither motion she gave me just moments before. I can feel her sensational spongy area inside and continue working my fingers in just the right spot.

  Her body shoots up from the bed, her arms extended straight down.

  “Aaah. Ahh.” Her eyes lock on mine, just in time as I watch them roll back in her head and feel her pussy lock on my fingers like a vice grip. They’re not going anywhere.

  I watch as her body shakes and convulses and suddenly the whites of her eyes show color again and her out of body experience has ended. “Oh my god. Oh my god,” she says as she grabs me and kisses me hard.

  Her pussy releases and I remove my fingers and quickly slide my cock inside her.

  I feel her exhale into my mouth just before she falls back onto her back, grasping for the sheets.

  I grab her hips and lift her midsection off the bed, working my hips in rhythm as I enter and exit the deepest part of her cunt with my cock that is begging to explode inside her.

  I catch the perfect rhythm with her and feel the tip of my dick catch her G-spot on the pull back of each thrust. I’m doing everything I can to delay this orgasm but I’m running out of tricks. There is nothing, I repeat inside my head, nothing that can fill my appetite for her. Not a damn thing, and we both know it.

  I squeeze her hips harder and throw all civility to the wind as I ram her straight forward and back into my pelvis, impaling her on my rod.

  I’m out of control and her body is going back and forth, and side to side as I fuck her silly, tossing her around like a rag doll.

  “I’m gonna cum.”

  “Inside me. Cum inside me.”

  Sexier words were never spoken. “Uhhhh!” I moan as I grind my pelvis into her one last time, jamming my big, thick dick as deep inside her as it will go before unleashing a volcanic eruption deep within her body.

  “I’m cumming!” she yells, matching her climax with mine.

  My cock is like a hose that won’t turn off. I feel the tidal wave of my seed fill her and suddenly my cock is super sensitive. I pull it out, and the sound of a pop fills the air. Her pussy sealed me inside, airtight. We’re a perfect fit, inside the bedroom just as much as we are out.

  CHAPTER 14

  Amelia

  The next morning

  I can’t keep my eyes open at work. All I can think about is lying there in his arms in that big, wonderful bed of his as we’re surrounded by the scent of those tulips. I feel safe, protected, respected and…loved.

  It scares me to think about it at first. I realize this man means everything to me, and just as important I can see that I mean just as much to him.

  When lunchtime comes I take the elevator down to the floor below us and enter their ladies room. There are no tenants on that floor so I set my alarm and promptly pass out in the stall for twenty-five minutes. The alarm seems to sound just seconds after I set it, but I check the time and it’s right. The nap does nothing to help.

  I take the elevator back up and put some dry eye droplets in my eyes as soon as I reach my office. I still can’t believe I have an office, then again I can’t believe any of this, but the best part is that I’m not dreaming…it’s real.

  I pull up my personal email and message him. Can’t wait for today to end so we can pick up where we left off. I hit send and watch my screen for a minute, hoping for a quick reply. It doesn’t come, but it’s not a surprise. He said he had a big meeting this morning, and I haven’t seen him around. Knowing management and how they do things his meeting probably turned into a conference, which turned into a committee, which turned into a vote, which turned into needing approvals, and sign-offs, and who knows what else. The blind leading the blind was never more appropriate, but knowing him he’ll find a way to rally everyone and get things sorted out quickly and efficiently. I love how stern he is, but so practical that you had no choice but to fall inline with his very persuasive suggestions.

  He convinces without trying to be convincing. He sells you on an idea without being salesy. His lack of people skills was possibly his secret to having people skills, in his own unique way. His no B.S. straight shooting approach disarmed everyone. And being around me was softening his edges, further refining the overall effectiveness he had when dealing with people.

  I continue working as hard as I can until I hear my name called. I look up and see Janice from HR at the door.

  “Hey, Amelia. Can you come with me please?”

  “Sure, just let me finish this real quick?”

  “Don’t worry about it. This won’t take but a second.”

  Here we go, I think to myself. Either some form to fill out or some new restructuring information. Maybe all those decisions are about to result in some action.

  I hit the submit button on the month end close report and push my chair back before standing up and walking toward the door.

  I know I look like hell, but at least I did manage to get some important things done today. Tonight
is going to be all about a movie on the couch and then straight to sleep…no matter how persuasive his bedroom seduction skills are.