Tank: Kings of Denver (Book 4)

by Sheridan Anne

  Pulling the key card from my purse, I swipe myself into Christian Baxter’s office feeling like a god damn mastermind. I rush around the office with my head down, making sure to go as quickly as possible as I actually have no idea how long this evacuation should take. I find the filing cabinet I had searched out earlier and get to work, only it is all your typical construction shit with lists upon lists of clients.

  I move on to his desk and notice his bottom drawer is locked. I search through the office as quickly as I can, searching out this little key. I head over to his bookshelf and find a photo frame of him with two older people who must be his money-bags parents. I lift up the frame and grin as I find a shiny little silver key.

  I race over to the desk and slide it in, grinning as the key swiftly unlocks the drawer. I open it up and sure enough, there are four other files, all with the names of the four other leading construction companies.

  I flick through them as quickly as possible, taking quick snapshots of each slip of paper on my phone before placing each file back in the drawer in the exact same position I had found it. I look over Christian’s desk once again as the alarm comes to a stop. Shit. I have to get out of here.

  I return the key to the shelve and place it under the frame before making my way out of his office and feeling my pocket to make sure I have my phone. After all, come tomorrow, I’m going to be uploading the photos onto my computer and studying each one very carefully.

  I make my way back down the hallway and slip off Aimee’s jacket and replace her key card on her desk. I shake out my hair and narrowly escape being caught by the Fire Marshall as I slip into the staircase and start making my way down the 38 flights of stairs.

  My legs ache by the time I reach the bottom and I do my best to blend in with the rest of the people, desperately keeping my eyes open for Christian or Aimee, not wanting to be seen.

  I manage to slip across the road and finally come to the safety of my car before jumping in and speeding away.

  Wow, I can’t believe I just pulled that shit off.

  Chapter 6

  Tank

  I get home just after four that afternoon and as usual, I push open the door, drop my bag at my feet and kick off my shoes.

  I look up as I step into our home and stop dead in my tracks as my magnificent wife stands before me in nothing but black lingerie. I slowly walk towards her, watching as her eyes flame with need.

  Hell-fucking-yes.

  My eyes travel up and down her lean body starting at the long blonde hair, down past her soft neck, to her breasts which sit perfectly plumped in a black lacy bra. My eyes continue down past that incredible bump to the tiniest black thong which has me wanting to tear it from her body with my teeth.

  Her thong has the sexiest suspenders connected to her thigh high stockings and to finish it off, the black high heels which make those long legs of hers go on for days.

  Holy shit. This woman is amazing.

  I hit the damn jackpot with Sophie. The day I saw her in the gym doing her squats is still, to this day, the best day of my life, well right after our wedding day. After five years together, she still drives me crazy and yet it somehow gets better and better every day.

  I continue walking slowly towards her and watch as she licks her lips in anticipation. My hand comes to my belt as my eyes bore into hers with incredible need. My belt comes free as my hand pops the button on my jeans.

  “What’s this for?” I ask as I finally reach her.

  Her hands come up and slide up under my shirt before pressing into my chest, feeling the hard ridges of muscles under her fingers. My own hands come down on her soft body, roaming up and down as I take in the feel of the barely-there fabric on her skin. “I couldn’t wait for dinner,” she murmurs as she begins lifting my shirt.

  Fuck, she’s perfect.

  I help her to lift my shirt the rest of the way as I watch her eyes greedily take me in. I step into her personal space and press my lips to her neck. “See something you like, babe?”

  “Mmmm,” she moans. “It never gets old.”

  Too fucking right.

  Her petite hand slips into my pants and before I know it, she pulls me out and wraps her tight little fist around me. Fuck, yes, this is just what I need. She starts pumping her fist and I groan in satisfaction. I’ve been with many women, all before I met Sophie and I swear, not one of them could affect me the way Sophie does. She is like a damn firecracker, always ready to go off.

  My hands roam over her perfect body when she gives me a cheeky as fuck look then drops to her knees before me. Did I mention my woman is perfect?

  She looks up at me with those big eyes before making a show of licking her lips and spreading her knees as wide as possible. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she leans forward and takes me in her mouth like a damn pro.

  She drives me right to the edge but I’m not ready for it to end here. I grab her under her arms and hoist her to her feet before turning her around and bending her at the waist. Her hands catch on the wall to hold her steady as that perfect ass looks up at me. I can’t help but give it a good spanking and grin as she lets out a gasp and pushes her ass back into me, begging for more.

  I fist my cock as my other hand finds her centre. Even through her thong, I can feel she is soaking wet and ready for me. I move the flimsy fabric out of my way and plunge my fingers into her slick heat. She cries out for more and I do just that.

  “I need you inside me,” she pants as she presses her ass into me, causing my fingers to deepen with her. Using my thumb, I press it to her ass and grin as she groans in need.

  “You sure, baby?” I question. “Seems like you’re enjoying this.”

  “Tank,” she warns. “You better fuck me now or I going to do it myself.”

  Yeah, fucking firecracker. I don’t need to be told twice though. I step up close behind her and guide myself to her entrance, then with one swift thrust, I plunge deep within her.

  She lets out a moan and my fingers tighten on her hips. Fucking perfection.

  I start to move and she pushes back into me, still wanting more. I’m not one to disappoint, so I give her exactly what she needs. I fuck her hard and fast as my hand winds around to her clit and begins rubbing tight, little circles. She screams out as I pound away, each of us in our own world of pure ecstasy.

  “I’m going to come,” she warns.

  “You’re going to more than come,” I tell her. “You’ll wait until you explode.”

  “Fuck,” she cries as I continue to pound into her. I can just imagine her clenching her eyes, concentrating on holding out. “I can’t,” she says as she lets out a scream. I feel her come around me as her walls clench down on my cock, which is just enough to finish me off.

  I still as I pour myself into her and she straightens herself up so her back is pressed firmly against my chest. My hands wind around her body, one latching onto her breast while the other circles our son. “I love you,” I tell her as my lips press down to her neck.

  “I love you, too,” she murmurs as she turns her head to catch my lips I hers.

  “You want to explain what that surprise was about?” I ask as she turns around. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist as I walk her into the bathroom to clean her up.

  “I had a really good day,” she tells me, then goes on about how she is investigating the deaths of those CEO’s and all the adventures of her day.

  “You’re telling me you set off a fake fire alarm, broke in and entered, impersonated someone and stole documentation?” I question.

  “Yep,” she says proudly.

  “Should you really be doing all this?” I ask, bringing up the old argument. “You could have hurt yourself. You need to slow down, you’re five months pregnant.”

  “I know,” she admits. “I’m kind of hoping there’s something in the documents I found. So I’ll be at the office the rest of the week.”

  “Good,” I smile in relief. The last thing we need is her exh
austing herself. I mean, she is growing a child inside her. I know she likes to think she is super-woman, and yes, half the time she is but reality says otherwise.

  “I got to use my lighter,” she grins, changing the topic

  “What?” I grunt as she hops off the bathroom counter. “I thought that was only to be used for shots?”

  She smirks up at me with laughter in her eyes. “It was important. I had to use it.”

  “It was important when I needed to use it too,” I tell her.

  “Babe,” she says, trying to keep a straight face. “I was not going to let you use my lighter so you and Miller could set your farts on fire.”

  “It was important,” I repeat.

  She rolls her eyes and makes her way out of the bathroom. I follow behind and find my shirt laying in the middle of the hallway. I bend to pick it up when Sophie clears her throat behind me. I turn on her, “What?” I ask.

  “You lost a bet,” she reminds me. “You should be stripping not putting more clothes on.”

  “Seriously, babe?”

  “Yep,” she grins. “You made me follow through when I lost the bet, now it’s your turn.”

  With a sigh, I throw my shirt at her and watch as she gingerly pulls it over her head, covering up that sexy lingerie before I lose my jeans, which somehow managed to stay up during the whole screwing in the doorway thing. I stand before her starkers. “Better?” I ask.

  “Much,” she grins, clearly very proud of herself.

  With a sigh, I go about the kitchen, preparing everything I need for dinner. It’s still a bit early but I may as well get on with it. I’m just finishing up when the intercom for the front gate signals someone is there. Sophie goes up and checks the little camera. “Oh, it’s a delivery,” she announces excitedly as she buzzes the driver on through.

  I double check that my shirt is properly covering all her bits before she makes her way to the door but I should know better by now, my shirt practically falls beneath her knees. I hear her opening the door and she thanks the driver before the door is closed once again.

  I go about my business in the kitchen when I hear her entering the lounge room. “Babe, my pram came,” she announces with a clear smile in her voice.

  “Awesome,” I murmur as I bend down to get the dinner out of the over.

  “Uh, where do you want this?” A very awkward male's voice asks.

  What. The. Fuck?

  I straighten up as fast as possible and dump the food on the top of the oven. I turn around, using the oven mitts to cover my junk only to find the delivery guy standing right in the centre of my lounge room with a very happy Sophie right beside him. Great, I just mooned the delivery guy.

  My eyes narrow on Sophie who I quickly realise invited the guy in on purpose. Damn, that little hussy is going to pay for that one. “Just pop it down here,” she says.

  The delivery guy does just that as Sophie instantly starts ripping into the box. The guy has no other choice but to step forward towards me with his little tablet held out. “I need you to sign for it,” he says as he finally looks up at me. His eyes instantly go wide and I recognise the look immediately. Fuck me, the guy’s a fan. “Holy shit,” he gasps. “You’re Tank Meyers.”

  “Yep, that’s me,” I say as I take the tablet from his hand and awkwardly try to sign for the pram while still covering my junk.

  “Wow, oh my god. I’m one of your biggest fans, dude,” he says. “Can I get an autograph?”

  “Uh, well, I’m sort of still in the middle of the first one you wanted,” I grunt. Like seriously dude, can you not see I’m butt fucking naked right now. This is not a time for autographs.

  “Right, yeah,” he says dropping the autograph thing. “I went to all the games last year and I think you’ll make it as captain,” he tells me.

  “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I say as he starts moving around the kitchen, unable to stand still in his excitement. Though the movement means I have to keep adjusting the oven mitt so the poor kid doesn’t get another eye full of my dick.

  “Yeah, no problem,” he says. “I actually applied for a position on the team a few weeks ago.”

  “Really?” I ask, though I wasn’t aware we had any openings. “You skate?”

  “Ah, well no. I figured I’d be taught once I got the position,” he says. “I sent in my resume. Maybe you could give a good word for me.”

  He’s shitting me, right? Does he really think professional athletes just sent in their resume’s one day and crossed their fingers hoping they get a call-back? Was he going to hire a pair of skates from skate rental or maybe he’d ask to borrow one of the boys? I look at Sophie who is standing with a pram wheel in her hand, trying her hardest not to burst out laughing. ‘Is he for real?’ she mouths with a wicked grin.

  I give her a slight shrug and turn my attention back to the stranger in my kitchen. “Sorry, buddy. That’s not quite how the recruitment process works,” I tell him, hating to shoot down his dreams.

  “What do you mean?” he asks, suddenly stopping.

  “The guys on the team have all been skating since they were kids. Training day in and day out. All were drafted from their college hockey teams,” I inform him, though, I can’t believe I’m actually having this conversation in my kitchen right now.

  “Fuck,” he grunts, looking as though I’ve just deflated his whole world. “What am I going to do now? I was relying on getting that job, I practically told my girlfriend I was already on the team.”

  “Tough break, man,” I say with a tight smile. “But look, now’s not a great time,” I tell him as I hand the little tablet back to him.

  He takes it from me and slides it into his pocket before giving me a sad smile. “Right, well, it was great to meet you,” he says before turning his back and making his way to the door.

  Sophie follows and makes sure he actually leaves rather than taking a crap load of our shit to sell on eBay like the last obsessive fan who wandered into our house did. She sends him on his way before returning to me with a massive grin. “Can you believe that?” she asks as she bursts into laughter.

  “I know,” I grunt. “I kind of felt bad bursting his bubble like that.”

  “You did the right thing,” she says, walking up to me, wrapping her arms around my body and letting her hands rest on my naked ass.

  “Speaking of doing the right thing,” I say. “You brought him in here on purpose.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she grins.

  “You’re going to pay for that,” I warn her.

  “Really?” she asks as her nails dig into the flesh of my ass. “How so?”

  “You’ll find out,” I tell her with a grin, imagining the position I’ll be putting her in later. “But first you need to feed my son.”

  “Fine,” she says. “Can you help me put the pram together after that?”

  “Sure thing, babe,” I say as she reaches up on her tippy toes and plants the sweetest kiss on my lips.

  Together we go about the kitchen, dishing up dinner and flop down into the lounge to eat. I decide to get started on the pram as Sophie takes her sweet ass time with dinner. Apparently, now that the baby is taking up so much room, she has to eat slowly to avoid throwing it all back up again.

  Charming.

  Twenty minutes later, I finish with the pram just as Sophie finishes with her dinner. I collect her plate off the side of the couch and make my way into the kitchen. I rinse off the dishes and place them in the dishwasher with Sophie clinging to my back. I turn in her arms and lift her so I can easily kiss her.

  She wraps her legs around my waist as I place her down on the kitchen counter. “Thanks for dinner,” she murmurs against my lips.

  “My pleasure.”

  She pulls back slightly so we can have a decent conversation without out lips mushing together. “Should we go to bed?” she asks with hooded eyes, clearly having her own agenda for the night.

  “Nope,” I say with
a shake of my head as my fingers grasp the bottom of my shirt and start pulling it over her head. She raises her arms and allows the shirt to come off before dropping it in a heap at my feet. “You owe me,” I remind her.

  “And what is it that you so desperately desire?” she asks with an excited gleam in her eye.

  I step back from her and take her in. Still in her lingerie from earlier, minus the heels and looking as stunning as ever. I continue backing away from her until I’m leaning against the opposite counter. “Spread em,” I tell her.

  She does what she is told, though extremely slowly. I feel the blood rushing to my hardening cock as I watch her move. She shuffles back into the centre of the counter to give herself some room as she spreads her legs as wide as possible. She places her feet up on the counter, making sure she gives me the best possible view.

  I take my dick in my hand and watch as her eyes zero in on the movement, flaming with desire. “What now?” she purrs in that velvety voice.

  “Remove your bra,” I order. Once again, she happily obliges and gives me what I want. Those perfect tits look back at me, desperate to be touched. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth nearly driving me to the edge. “Touch yourself, baby,” I tell her. “I want to watch.”

  She grins at me as her hand comes up and cups her breast, squeezing it and rubbing her nipple between her fingers. Her eyes remain locked on mine but my eyes are far too busy watching her body. She leans back as her hand starts travelling down her body, she moves the fabric of her thong out of the way before pressing two fingers to her exposed clit and making little circles.

  The view has my hand pumping faster on my dick, desperate for more. Sophie lets out a moan and her eyes close in satisfaction before she lowers her hand just a little further. Her eyes open and she watches me as those two same fingers push into her entrance, they come out glistening before making their way back in.

  Fuck, seeing her this turned on has me wanting to cross the kitchen and plunge deep inside her but then I want to watch until the end. Her other hand comes up and starts caressing her breast once again as the moaning and grunting becomes more frequent in our quiet kitchen.