Sweetest Obsessions - Anthology

by Anthony, Jane

  “Let me know how it goes.”

  “I will. Thanks.”

  He stayed at the curb until I got inside. I was nervous, and my hands shook as I took the elevator up to my office. Marina wasn’t at her desk when I arrived, and I opened my door, quietly shutting it. Inside, I sat down, leaning back in my chair and inhaling the lovely fragrance of roses which filled the air. I suddenly felt exhausted and closed my eyes for what I thought was a minute. Marina woke me when she buzzed my intercom.

  I shook myself awake and answered. “Yes?”

  “Mr. Jindal is here to see you.”

  “Send him in please.”

  I stood up and waited for Hassan to enter. He gave me a stern look and shut the door.

  “Let’s sit on the couch and have a chat.”

  “Hassan, I…”

  He gestured to my couch. “Sit.”

  I joined him on the small gray sectional in the corner of my office.

  His voice was firm. “Your behavior was out of the ordinary. You seemed flustered and distant during dinner. Do those roses on your desk have anything to do with your early departure?”

  I frowned, wringing my hands in my lap. “Why would you think so?”

  “Because you said you had plans.”

  “I was more than willing to stay for the duration. I’ve never let my personal life interfere with my position before.”

  “Then tell me why you left like you did? It was rude and didn’t make a very good impression with Jameson or his son.”

  I ground my teeth. “His son is the reason I left.”

  Hassan frowned. “How so?”

  “He propositioned me when I came out of the bathroom. Didn’t you happen to notice he left the table?”

  “JJ said he needed to use the restroom.”

  “More like he wanted to corner me. If you go through with the acquisition, I can’t work with JJ Wentworth…I refuse.”

  Hassan gripped the arm of the couch. “What exactly did he say to you?”

  I shook my head. “It’s embarrassing and unnecessary to repeat his lewdness. I’ve been treated poorly, but this was over the top from a business associate. I suspect JJ has done this before. I ask if you plan to move forward, you check to see if any cases of sexual harassment have been filed against him.”

  “We’ve checked into all that. Nothing came up.”

  “Then it could be it was covered up with hush money. I don’t want a person like that working for our company. I have such a bitter taste in my mouth. JJ is a liability, and it might be why Jameson wants to be rid of the company.”

  “I was told he has other business interests.”

  “I’m sure. Ones that his son is not involved in. I refuse to take on a headache, especially with the first impression I received.”

  Hassan patted my arm. “I’m sorry. You should’ve said something immediately.”

  “In front of Jameson?”

  “We’re interested in purchasing their company, not the other way around.”

  “I know you want to get into animation, but there must be another company we can look into.”

  “I’ll have to speak with the board. In the meantime, we’ll keep digging, and if we don’t find anything, I can ask that JJ be removed.”

  “Would Jameson be in favor?”

  “I was hoping to keep JJ on because of his knowledge, but not with these circumstances. I’m sure we can obtain a head from one of the other animation studios.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I was worried last night.”

  Hassan leaned back against the couch. “Worried why? Did you think I would terminate you for something like this? I’m just sorry you had to deal with such behavior.”

  “It’s not unexpected. My reputation isn’t always known, and not all men treat women with respect. I’ve had to deal with it before.”

  Hassan glanced at his watch. “I have a breakfast meeting in twenty minutes. I just wanted to clear the air.”

  We rose together, and I walked him to the door. He squeezed my shoulder before he left. It was nearing 8:30, and I wondered if Austin was in his office or driving. I dialed his cell, and he picked up on the second ring.

  “Just pulled into the parking lot. How did it go?”

  “Fine, better than expected. I told Hassan about JJ. He said I should have told him immediately.”

  “I agree. How are you feeling?”

  “Okay. Can I see you tonight?”

  “I was hoping you would say that. I should’ve let you have your way with me this morning.”

  Austin chuckled. “Next time don’t doubt the come fuck me eyes.”

  “Next time I wake you up and take you into the shower with me.”

  “Your place tonight?”

  “Sure. I can pick you up. I’m out of here by 2:00.”

  “I can have my driver bring me. I need to stop off at my house for some fresh clothes.”

  “You should leave more at my home if you’ll be there more.”

  “I’ll think about it. I have a conference call I need to prepare for. I’ll speak to you later.”

  “I love you, Sam.”

  I didn’t say it back even though it was at the tip of my tongue. I told him when he was sleeping, which didn’t count. Austin deserved to know his love was returned.

  I breezed through the day, feeling better by the time six rolled around. I told Marina to go home, and she seemed thankful, especially since I asked her to help me put together some preliminary ideas for a marketing campaign. I would brief the advertising department on the project in the coming days.

  Austin was waiting for me when I came outside. Most of my staff left for the day, but I told him not to kiss me until we were out of the view of the main building.

  He scowled. “That’s ridiculous. I kissed you this morning?”

  I sighed. “Just humor me.”

  “It’s no shame to let people know you’re involved,” he grumbled as he pulled away from the curb. When Austin got to the corner of the lot, he put the car in park and grabbed me in his arms, pressing his mouth hard against mine. In seconds I was putty in his hands.

  “I should tease you while we drive home,” he murmured against my lips.

  “Why would you do that?”

  “You’re a bad girl telling me I can’t show my affection. It’s been hours since I touched you, smelled you, or kissed you.”

  Austin let me go and put the car in gear, driving out of the parking lot and onto the main road leading to the highway. He fiddled with the radio, which might be why he didn’t hear me at first. Or it could have been because I was whispering. “I love you.”

  “Did you say something?”

  He glanced over at me, and I repeated it, only louder. This time he reached over and shut the radio off.

  “Say it again.”

  “I love you.”

  His jaw dropped slightly, and he stared at me.

  I gently pushed his cheek with my hand. “Pay attention to the road.”

  Austin’s eyes focused on the road. “You expect me to pay attention to the road when you drop a bomb like that? Why couldn’t you wait until we got home and were in bed.”

  “I did say it in bed.”

  He glanced at me. “When was this?”

  “Last night.”

  “Was I awake? I don’t remember it.”

  “You were asleep.”

  “You have to tell me these things when I’m awake; it’s only fair.”

  He grinned widely, and I reached out to stroke his stubble. He took my hand in his and kissed the palm.

  “You know how happy you make me, Sam? I haven’t been this happy in a long time.”

  “Me neither. I love you, Austin.”

  “Again.”

  “I love you. I love you so much. Thank you.”

  “You’re thanking me for what?”

  “Being you.”

  “That’s all I can be darling. Am I stopping by your house? You s
aid you need clothes.”

  “Yes, my house.”

  He held the hand he kissed the entire way and pulled me into his arms when he parked in front of my door. I was hot for him, so hot.

  “Can you come in with me?” I asked.

  “You’ll be that long?”

  “Just come with me. I might change before we go to your house.”

  “Okay.”

  Austin let me go, unaware I had ulterior motives to get him inside. I wanted him to fuck me. He followed me, stroking my back as I unlocked my door. When we got in the foyer, I pushed him against the doors of the closet, hungrily pressing my mouth against his.

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  I put my hand against his crotch and stroked my fingers over his bulge. He started to grow and was at full staff in what seemed like seconds. I could feel his heat through his slacks. I pulled the closure, and he pushed my hands away as he opened it faster than I could.

  “I want to taste you. It’s been a few days.”

  “Later. I need you inside me.”

  Austin raised his eyebrows. “No, foreplay? I love to seduce you.”

  “It’s not needed.”

  He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the white leather couch in the living room, bent me over the arm, and pushed my skirt up. Since we started dating, my selection of panties gravitated toward sexy. I heard his breath catch as he viewed my red lace thong. Austin wrenched my panties to the side and slid his cock in my slit.

  “Yes, yes,” I whimpered.

  He didn’t enter me immediately but rather worked himself back and forth through my slickness. I was weak with need and begged him. “Please.”

  “Greedy girl.”

  He gently spanked my ass then thrust into me, splaying his hand on my back and pumping hard. With each movement, my panties tightened over my clit, the friction drawing me close to orgasm.

  “Is this what you want? Tell me how much you were thinking of me today.”

  “All day,” I panted.

  “Did you want to touch that hot little clit while you thought of my dick inside you?”

  “Yes. Oh, God, yes. I couldn’t wait to see you.”

  That made him slam into me harder, and as my panties rubbed against me, I began to come with a howl.

  “That’s it, you naughty girl, come for me.”

  He moved his hands to my hips and pounded me harder than ever before. I knew he could go for hours, but I needed him to come soon. My panties were crossing over my sensitive nub, causing tendrils of delicious pain to travel through me.

  “Please come,” I cried.

  “You want me to fill this tight pussy of yours? Is that what you want?” Austin growled.

  I didn’t need to answer, because I felt him splashing his seed deep inside me. He gently pumped until he was spent and then bent over my back, turning my head to kiss him. After, he straightened up and slipped out of me.

  I lay panting over the arm of the couch. “I should shower before we leave.”

  “Why don’t we just stay here for the night?”

  I turned to look at him. “You want to?”

  “We can order some food since you never have any.”

  I stood up and turned to him. “I do.”

  “How do you? Last time I was here, you had nothing but water and wine. Did you leave work today?”

  “No. I had my maid do it for me.”

  Austin grinned. “Let’s shower first and eat. I’m starving. You got my appetite going.”

  “For food or sex?”

  “Both.”

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  We showered together, and Austin took me against the shower wall. After, I put on my robe while he walked around with a towel around his waist. It was time for him to bring some clothing here. I had put his clothes in the wash so he would have something clean to wear tomorrow.

  When we got down to the kitchen, he yanked open one of the double doors to my stainless Subzero refrigerator and perused the shelves.

  “Impressive. You even got bottles of Heineken. You’re not a beer drinker.”

  “But you are, so I asked my maid to get them.”

  He removed one and riffled in a couple of drawers before he found a bottle opener to take off the cap.

  “What should we have for dinner? Looks like you got quite a bit of stuff here.”

  “I had her get some cold cuts which I hardly ever eat and frozen pizzas.”

  “Why don’t we make some pasta?”

  “If you want that, you’ll need to do the cooking. I burn water.”

  “I can teach you to cook. If you can read a recipe, you can cook.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not very domestic.”

  Austin laughed. “I’ll tame you. You’ll be a domestic goddess before you know it.”

  I touched his hand. “We should go somewhere this weekend.”

  “Where would you like to go?”

  “See the sights, go to the beach, anything.”

  “I’m not sure if it will be warm enough for the beach.”

  “We don’t have to swim. We can walk the sand.”

  He took a sip of his beer. “How about a drive up the coast. I could put the top down on the Audi and stop at a little roadside restaurant for lunch.”

  “I like that idea.”

  I helped Austin make dinner, spaghetti with marinara sauce. He did most of the work. I sipped a glass of red wine while we ate. I cleaned up the kitchen when we finished since he did most of the cooking. After, we went upstairs to my bedroom and got into bed naked. I was much more relaxed than the night before now that the meeting with Hassan was out of the way.

  “I love you, Austin.”

  He chuckled. “Now that it’s out, you’re going to keep saying it?”

  “I just want you to know that I do.”

  “I love you, too.”

  He stroked my hair, lulling me to sleep while we watched some ridiculous reality show on television.

  The rest of my week went smoothly, and Austin and I figured out a schedule to sleep at each other’s places. I enjoyed spending time with him, and he was teaching me to cook. On Saturday morning, we woke up early with plans to drive up the coast, stop at a beach in Malibu, and have lunch.

  It was a beautiful day in early February, and the cold snap we were having finally broke. The temperatures were to be in the low eighties. It had been some time since I’d driven up the coast. The last time was when I was feeling restless several months ago. I left my house at 4:00 AM one June morning and just kept driving, turning around when I reached Santa Barbara.

  “What are you wearing?” Austin asked as I looked in my closet.

  I pulled open one of the drawers in the square island. “I think shorts, but it’s a little cool this morning, so maybe jeans.”

  “We’re going swimming, bring a bikini. I like the white one.”

  I looked at him as I searched through my drawer. “Of course you do, but I don’t have my tan anymore. It faded.”

  Austin leaned against the counter. “Then wear the bright orange one.”

  “The one that shows my ass? I’ll get arrested.”

  “Then why the hell did you buy it?”

  “Because I was alone in the Maldives and wanted a nice tan. I didn’t expect to meet you.”

  “Promise me you’ll wear it by the pool. I love your sexy ass.”

  “You love everything on me.”

  “You’re right, I do.”

  As I stood, he kissed me then went to finish dressing. I had given him a few drawers in my closet and a whole section to hang clothing. When I came out, Austin was wearing a pair of gray khaki shorts and a navy polo shirt. His thick hair combed back. I looked him over and shivered knowing he was all mine. I dressed in a blue bikini and pulled a pair of yellow capris and a white t-shirt over the outfit.

  “Ready to go?” Austin asked.

  I nodded, excited for the day. He drove at a comfortable pace, and I slipped on my sunglasse
s as we headed toward Malibu. Even at this early hour, the sun was beating down hot, and I was glad I wore something lighter than jeans.

  By the time we got to the beach, the temperature was close to eighty, and I was sweating. I wiped my brow as Austin pulled into the parking lot. There were a few people already sunning themselves on the sand, and we got our beach chairs and towels from the trunk.

  Austin nuzzled my ear. “Mmm, Sammy on the beach.”

  I looked at him horrified. “Sammy? Are you serious?”

  “No one calls you Sammy?”

  “Not since I was about nine.”

  “Then it’s perfect. It will be my pet name for you. I think it’s sexy.”

  I groaned. “Only you.”

  We found a spot and got set up. A couple of young men were sitting behind us, and I glanced at them behind my sunglasses. They were staring as I undressed. I was glad that Austin didn’t see. He slathered my body with suntan lotion so I wouldn’t burn, and I did the same to himself. An hour later, he asked if I wanted to go swimming.

  “Isn’t the water a little chilly?”

  He pointed toward the ocean. “Look, other people are going in.”

  A few of the sunbathers were frolicking in the waves.

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  He took my hand and led me to the shoreline. In classic Austin style, he swam as soon as he was able to dive into the surf. I couldn’t keep up with him, and he ended up far ahead of me.

  I grew tired, bobbing in the waves. “Hey, wait for me,” I called.

  Austin stopped, treading water while he waited for me to reach him. The water was above my head since he was taller and I latched onto his body so I wouldn’t have to tread. I wrapped my legs around his waist and embraced his neck with my arms.

  He kissed my cheek. “I like this, but you’re making me hard.”

  “The water is cold. How can you be hard?”

  “You turn me on so much, especially when you’re wrapped around my body like a snake.”

  “You’re hopeless.”

  “No, I’m in love.”

  “So, what do you want to do about this problem?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “What can we do? We’re at a public beach.”

  “I don’t see anyone near us.”