Romance in Dallas - Tycoon!

by Nancy Fornataro

  "No, actually I was just resting, with jet lag and everything."

  "I hate to impose," he adlibbed, "but I thought you might be able to work on me tonight."

  She thought for a minute. "All right, Ram. Just go to my room in there, and I'll just put on some coffee so I can wake up a bit."

  He smiled, and went to her room. Stripping off his clothes, he waited for her, face down on the bed.

  Jace puttered in the kitchen, making herself coffee with the one-cup coffeemaker. Sipping, she thought about him in her house. He looked so handsome, dressed casually in a white shirt with tan khaki pants. And how she loved his aftershave and its subtle heady scent. She sighed and headed for her room.

  The sight of him in the nude, his firm, muscular body, set her off right away. Hesitantly, she sat next to him. His arms were up under the pillow, so she reached and pulled them down to work on them.

  Beginning at his neck, she massaged his tight muscles, his upper back, his arms, and hands. As she went lower, she heard him moan softly, as her hands worked their magic. Lower still, she worked on his buttocks, then his thighs.

  But, suddenly, he turned over. "Now the front massage," he laughed, and she could see his hardness pulsing. Pulling her to him, he rolled her over so he was on top. "Why do you have clothes on?" he demanded.

  "I didn't think you wanted me in your life," she said softly, as tears welled up in her eyes.

  "Don't you ever think that, sweet baby, ever. You hear Ram?"

  She nodded.

  Pulling up her top, he ran his hand over both her breasts, before running his tongue over the nipples, sucking, playing. She held the back of his head now, and arched her back.

  But when he went to pull her sweat pants down, he realized she wasn't wearing underwear again, and he grinned down at her. "Take it off. I'll wait."

  She shucked off her sweats, before he kissed her hard, his hand still roving over her body. "Sweet baby, you ready for Ram?" he whispered against her lips.

  "Yes," she gasped as his lips rolled down her front slowly, then between her legs, while he lifted her hips. His fingers roved in and out, while his tongue flitted on her bud.

  Jace gasped at the sensations he created within her, and felt herself pulsing against the wandering fingers, as her orgasm shook her hard.

  Pulling himself up, his turquoise eyes appraised her. "You sure you're ready for me, sweet thing?" he whispered lightly, while his fingers still moved within her.

  Trying to guide him, she just released her breath in a long gasp.

  Gently entering her, he moved slowly, agonizingly slowly, and Jace arched up to meet him, trying to increase the rhythm.

  He laughed softly. "Jace, tell me you love me," he urged, while he still moved very slowly.

  "I love you, Ram," she said.

  Pushing himself hard against her, he thrusts increased, as he kissed her neck, up to her cheek, where he whispered "Jace…sweet baby, love me now, love me, Jace…"

  His hand came on her bud, rubbing gently, until she shook again.

  "Ram, stay with me, don't leave me," she whispered, half frantic with desire, "stay with me, please."

  She heard him moan as their tempo increased, while he pushed up to rest on his elbows, thrusting, harder and harder, while she pulsed and cried out.

  He whispered against her cheek, "Sweet baby, sweet…" before he thrust his hardest against her body, making her cry out again.

  When they were both spent, and she lay in his arms, he said, "Marry me, Jace. Make me the happiest man on the planet."

  He continued, "I want us to have a ranch, with horses and dogs and maybe children. We never talked about that."

  "I like children," she said softly.

  "Will you?" he asked while he held her tight.

  "Yes, Ram. I'll marry you. And I want to have your children. Do you have names picked out yet?"

  He laughed. "No, that's a mutual decision. Not like in the boardroom, where I'm boss."

  Running her hand down his chest, she said, "You can boss me anytime, Ram."

  "Well, sweet thing, you're just giving me all kinds of ideas now. You just lay back while Ram makes you feel good."

  So, she did.

  Epilogue

  Victoria was still furious at Marley. But, as she sat in her living room facing him, her face was placid.

  "Did you have a good flight home?" he asked her politely, as he leaned against the fireplace with one hand, as the other hand held a drink she'd fixed for him.

  "I suppose so. What's a good flight I wonder? They jam you in like so many sardines, wait on you whenever they feel like it then serve marginal drinks and champagne. Really, I would prefer to have my own jet."

  He just smiled. Since speaking with Jace, and ignoring Victoria's every demand, he felt so good, he'd spoken to and reconciled with his father. And, he was looking forward to helping him with the family businesses. In a new corporate jet, flying all over the world. But he hadn't told Victoria yet. She was still a work in progress, he thought, as he gazed at her.

  "Why are you looking at me like that?" she snapped.

  "Just horny I guess."

  "Really, Marley. Must you be so crude?"

  He laughed. "It's not like we haven't seen each other nude, or should I say, in the buff?"

  She fanned herself with a napkin. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately. You are not like yourself at all."

  He just smiled and continued staring at her. "You know," he said finally, "I think you could really have some orgasms if you'd let go a bit."

  Shocked, she stood. "I think you'd better go."

  But he stayed the course. "No, I think I'll stay, thank you. Let's go to the bedroom."

  "I think not," she said haughtily.

  "Don't shake your head like that at me, Vic. It just makes me hornier."

  A subtle change flitted across her face. "As I said, please go."

  "And if I don't?" He grinned at her now.

  "I'll call the police."

  "You wouldn't dare."

  "Just try me."

  "Come over here, Vic."

  "For what?" she asked suspiciously.

  "For love. Christ, I have put up with more from you than any woman I've ever had the privilege to know. I've loved you from grade school, through high school, then chasing you between marriages, until I thought I'd go crazy."

  She just looked at him, with her mouth open. Then, she shut it with a 'pop' noise.

  "Now," he repeated, "let's go in your bedroom and see what we can do to spice things up a bit. I never wanted to upset you, but now I don't care. I'll upset you a great deal. All the time. What say you, Vic? Are you up to it?"

  She just smiled, and led the way.

  Natalie went to work a few days later, after a wonderful time with Warren in Nassau. She missed him already, and sighed as she spotted all the mail on her desk she'd have to go through.

  Her cell phone rang.

  "What?" she said into the phone, not even looking to see who was calling.

  "Nat," he said, "what's wrong?"

  "Nothing. I'm just crabby. I don't want to be at work, I just want to frolic in the water and drink mimosas."

  He laughed. "Our version of nirvana. If you did it all the time, it wouldn't be fun."

  "Says you."

  "I love your body. I want you right now," he said, as his tone grew softer.

  "Now you're going to get me hot so I can't concentrate." But she loved the way her body reacted to his voice. "Come over here and slam dunk me so I can get it out of my system."

  He laughed hard at that. "How about tonight? My place? You can see a true disaster. It looks like a bomb hit the place."

  "I don't care about the place. What do you look like right now? Where are you?"

  "I'm at work. I'm wearing a navy three piece suit, white shirt, navy and black print tie, black shoes, and I'm freshly shaven and wearing aftershave. Got the picture?"

  "Come to mama. Yeah, I get the p
icture. Hate to say what I'd do if I was there with you."

  "You can undress me tonight," he told her softly, "I'd love it. Oh, by the way…"

  "What? You have a roommate?"

  He burst out laughing. "Not a one. No, I just wanted to get around to the subject for my call."

  "What?"

  "I'm in love with you, Nat."

  Her breath came out in a sigh. She couldn't think of a snappy retort to that.

  "Think about it," he said, "and I'll pick you up around six."

  She smiled, as he hung up without a good-bye. "Yeah," she said aloud, "I love you too, Warren. Lots and lots."

  A week later, Jace looked around a huge ranch house as Ram drove her up to the entrance. "Wow," she said, as they went in the front door, then from room to room, from the sitting room, dining room, six bedrooms, library, huge kitchen, and onto the back porch to the swimming pool and Jacuzzi. Horses roamed the paddock, flipping their tails at the intrusion.

  She looked up at Ram. "It's just beautiful," she said, as her face glowed with happiness.

  "Let me see it again," he said gently, as he took her left hand in his. The huge, multi-carat diamond winked at him from her ring finger. "This means you're mine, right?"

  She laughed. "Forever and a day. You'll probably be sick of me eventually and send me packing."

  Pulling her close, he said, "Never. I would never be tired of you. Just love me back, that's all I ask."

  They were married a week after, in a small ceremony, with Nat and Warren in attendance along with a few close friends. And, Jace thought of how far they'd come since their first meeting, as Ram smiled down at her. They'd fought against their fears, the old ones, and replaced them with love and trust.

  "Just for you," she said softly, before they kissed.

  *****

  THE END