Business & Pleasure_A Dad's Best Friend Romance

by Tia Siren

  I pulled back just before he came in his pants, and the sigh that left his lips wasn’t what I was expecting.

  He wasn’t relieved. He was frustrated. Upset. Angry, even.

  I waited for his body to calm down before I turned myself around in his lap. I planted my heels on the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck, allowing his hands to dip to my waist. I danced my lips along his, pulling back whenever he tried to kiss me, and I could see the need boiling behind his eyes. He wanted to beg, to do anything he needed to in order to get his release.

  Just like I did earlier.

  Slowly, I started again. I fucked his clothed cock, feeling the tip of it rake over my clit. His jaw clenched as his eyes hooked onto mine, and his hands clamped down on my thighs as I dry-fucked him. His pants were dripping wet, and my pussy was throbbing for him. I could feel his cock trembling underneath my strokes, threatening to spill its load right here on the couch. Grant bit down on his lip, stifling his groans and gasps as I slid faster and faster up and down in his lap.

  But the moment I knew he was about to explode, I stopped working his lap again.

  “Fuck this,” Grant growled.

  Before I could react, his hands grasped my hips. He turned me around as I slid from his lap, and I suddenly found myself spread across his legs. My ass was sticking up into the air, bare for him as his hand massaged my jiggling ass cheeks. My hands gripped the couch in anticipation, and everything inside me hoped he was going to do what I thought he was.

  And the first crack against my ass told me he was.

  I moaned at the harsh touch as he delivered swat after swat. My skin was burning like the fires of hell, pulling from within me a pleasure I didn’t know could exist. My legs trembled, and my pussy dripped onto the floor, pooling on the hardwood as I bit down into his leg. I moaned and cried out, wanting him to stop yet still craving more.

  The crack of his palm against my ass was intoxicating, and by the time he was done, I was a shivering mess of come, spit, and tears in his lap.

  I was breathing hard, my body limp in his lap as he gathered me in his arms. He picked me up and placed my knees on the cushions of the couch, wrapping his hand in my hair as his other hand ran softly over the red skin of my ass. I could feel my juices dripping down my skin as he marveled at his work. Then I heard the unbuckling of his belt buckle just before the head of his cock pressed against my pussy.

  “You seem to have learned your lesson of orgasm denial well, Miss Marks. But it’s time for you to be reminded of who will always be in charge.”

  He plunged into me, and my back arched in ecstasy. He set a furious pace, pounding into me as the couch lurched forward with every thrust. My tits pressed into the cushions, tugging at my barbells as his hand twisted hotly into my hair. My body was overwhelmed with the sensations, and for a split second, my vision tunneled.

  His cock dove in and out of my pussy, soaking itself with my juices as the sloshing sounds hit my ears. His dick was throbbing against my walls, and his balls were smacking my legs. My pussy was clamping down on his cock, my orgasm building deep within my muscles, and he pressed me farther into the couch as his chest pressed into my back.

  “What’s my name?” he asked.

  “Mr. Jacobs,” I said.

  “Who’s in charge?” he asked.

  “You.”

  “Who gives you what you want?”

  “You,” I moaned.

  “Who will always make sure you’re pleasured in every single way you could imagine?”

  “You, Mr. Jacobs. You. You. You.”

  My legs began to quiver as my vision tunneled again. The blood was rushing to my pelvis, and my heartbeat rang out in my ears. His hips stuttering as his teeth sank into the meat of my shoulder, and I turned my lips to kiss the side of his head. His cock plunged into me one last time as my body began to quiver. My pussy sucked him closer to me as my legs pulled taut, and I could feel his body vibrating with his orgasm.

  His dick pumped me full of his cum as my pussy greedily devoured it, and by the time my body was done shaking and contracting, I collapsed onto the couch in a pile of sweat and debauchery.

  Grant’s hands roamed over my body as my eyes fluttered closed. I couldn’t bear to keep them open anymore. My body was absolutely spent. I felt him trembling against me, the exhaustion from his pleasure ricocheting throughout his body. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t move.

  All I could do was lay there and try to find some semblance of rest after he had destroyed my body.

  The last thing I felt was my body being lifted into his arms, and I had no issues falling asleep against him. If there was anything I could feel with Grant, it was safety.

  But I could honestly say I was disappointed when I woke up the next morning and found myself in my own bed instead of his.

  Chapter 25

  Grant

  I woke up that morning tangled in the sheets of my bed. I stretched, trying to relieve myself of the stiffness in my muscles just as my alarm began to go off. It was nine in the morning, and I didn’t hear a sound coming from the hotel, which meant Crissy was still fast asleep in her room.

  I smiled at the ache I felt, remembering just how hard she had tried to gain the upper hand with her wild little ways. She was learning well. That much I could tell. The meeting from yesterday was still lurking in the back of my mind, though.

  I picked up the phone and saw that Alex still hadn’t called me back. I called his phone again, and it sent me to voice mail. I left him another message, telling him that we’d have to have a very serious talk when I got back. I knew something was going on. It wasn’t like Alex not to pick up his phone, and I had half a mind to track down Mel’s number just to see where he fucking was. I left him the company and its wellbeing while I was in New Orleans, and I was wondering if I had made the right decision in doing that.

  I dragged myself out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I wasn’t really sure if Crissy drank any, so I left her some just in case. I threw open the double doors and took my black coffee out onto the balcony and allowed myself to take in the city. I saw the Old French Opera sign resting along the French Quarter, and it threw me back to the look on Crissy’s face when we first got here. It was as if she was enjoying the music coming from the opera, and I honestly wouldn’t have taken her for an opera fan. She seemed more like she’d be into all that modern, remixed bullshit.

  I started wondering if she would let me take her to the opera one evening.

  “Morning, Grant.”

  I turned around with my coffee cup to my lips and grinned as a sleepy Crissy dragged herself to the kitchen. She grabbed the coffee, and I watched her douse it in creamer before she came and stood beside me. Her robe dropped down her back, revealing the spot I’d bit into last night during our throes of passion. I fingered the small bruise, grinning wildly at how easily I could mark her, and I saw goosebumps march up her neck just before she took a sip of her coffee.

  Just the lightest touch could send her into a frenzy, and the idea throbbed my cock to life.

  “Are you ready for the meeting this morning?” she asked.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

  “Did my father ever get back to you?” she asked.

  “How did you know I called him?”

  “I figured with the men mentioning it in the meeting, you’d try him at least once. And I can tell by your shadowed demeanor that he probably hasn’t returned your call.”

  She was getting good at reading situations, and I was impressed. I wondered if she understood that the meeting yesterday had been a steaming pile of shit, but before I could get into much more, my phone alarm rang out again.

  “Nine thirty,” I said.

  “Meeting’s in an hour,” she said. “I should go get ready.”

  We finished our coffee before we got ready and headed to the meeting. The moment I walked into the conference room, I knew I was going to be infuriated, but I told Crissy to sit i
n the corner and take notes anyway. I set my briefcase down on the table and pulled out three separate pieces of paper, each housing a different agreement.

  “Actually, Mr. Jacobs,” one of them said, “we brought our own agreement for you to look over.”

  I looked at Crissy, and her eyes were glued to the man who was sliding me the contract. I picked it up off the table and ran my eyes over it, and I didn’t even get past the first page before I started laughing. This was a joke, right?

  Their proposal was slapdash at best. There was no legal agreement and no signed statement saying a lawyer of theirs had looked it over. The pieces of paper had no start date for the agreement or even an agreed upon amount for J&M to give them. It was just two pieces of paper stating that they wanted us to invest so they could keep the employees intact, and they didn’t even outline what they would do with this amount of money.

  It was a fucking joke.

  “What’s this?” I asked.

  “Our proposal,” the man said.

  “It doesn’t have anything in it,” I said. “There’s no pledged amount of money you seek, no course of action plotted out once I give you this money. Hell, there’s not even a lawyer’s sheet saying someone has looked this over for your sake.”

  “Well, it’s what we came up with on such short notice,” the man said.

  “Such short notice? You’ve been working with Alex Marks for almost two weeks. You’ve been floundering for almost three months. How is this short notice?”

  The men looked around the table at each other, and I knew there was something someone wasn’t telling me. I wanted to keep them at the table until I figured it out, because as of right now, they were my only proof that something was wrong. Up until this point, Alex had me convinced that they were ready to discuss different proposals and choose one.

  Clearly, however, they were not.

  “Gentlemen, I want to thank you for this proposal. I will take it with me and have my lawyers look it over, and we will counter when we’re ready.”

  “And by ‘we,’ you mean yourself and Alex?” someone asked.

  I locked my eyes hard with the man who had just opened his mouth before I flicked my gaze over to Crissy. The look in her eyes showed just as much confusion as I felt, and I nodded before I drew a sharp breath through my nose.

  “Yes. Alex and I will sit down, look it over, and get back with you,” I said. “Just understand, gentlemen. I have the last say in this. I took over J&M years ago. He started it, but I own it.”

  “Understood, Mr. Jacobs,” they all said.

  “Good. Thank you for your time.”

  I didn’t want to stay in New Orleans any longer. I’d planned to take the entire weekend to negotiate this shit with them, but I had bigger things to attend to back at the company. Crissy must’ve read my fucking mind, because she was typing away on her laptop as I packed up my things. By the time we got to the hotel, the porter had packed up all our stuff next to our rental car and had already checked us out.

  All we did was jump into the car and get back on the road, headed to Baton Rouge.

  “Crissy, can I ask you something?”

  “You can ask me anything, Grant.”

  “How do you feel about the two meetings you just witnessed this week?”

  “I think they were a load of shit,” she said. “I think something’s going on, and they know it. I’m not sure what it has to do with my father, but something tells me it’s those junior executives.”

  I was surprised that her thoughts lined up with mine, and honestly, I was impressed. I got another glimpse at the smart head she had on her shoulders, and she was really coming along as an assistant. The mere fact that she knew to get us checked out and back on the road was incredible, but the realization that she was also pinpointing this on her father meant she was devouring every situation I was placing her in.

  Crissy Marks was definitely becoming worth my time.

  I watched her as she looked out the window, watching the world roll by. She sat there in her pencil skirt and her yellow blouse, her hair tied up into a bun and her hands clasped in her lap. Right now, she didn’t look like the ferociously independent woman I’d taken with all my might last night. She didn’t look like the little minx who teased me with that garter belt and fucked me in that restaurant.

  Right now, she looked like a poised young woman, ready to conquer the world in front of her by leaps and bounds.

  Before I could catch what I was doing, I reached over and grabbed her hand. Her gaze whipped over to mine, her eyes smiling at me before she lifted my hand and placed it against her ruby red lips. I felt an electric sensation ricochet up my arm, and in that moment, I realized what was happening. My feelings for Crissy went deeper than just the little fling we were engaging in. My emotions ran deeper for her because I wasn’t just teaching her, I was guiding her. I was watching her blossom. She was taking instruction and building a new world for herself, and I was intoxicated by the entire thing.

  “What?” she asked, giggling.

  “Nothing. You just look radiant is all.”

  She smiled at me before she turned her head back out the window, and my thumb started drawing circles on top of her skin. I couldn’t keep her. She couldn’t actually be mine. Eventually, she would move on. Eventually, she would grow up. Eventually, she would take another job where she would excel, and she would carve out the life for herself that she’d always wanted. I was holding the hand of a free-spirited, independent woman who would never be tied down to a man like me.

  And I knew all this going in. This thing that started as a release of stress had morphed into a game between the two of us. But even games came to an end, and it would be no different with Crissy. I had to keep pressing forward after I lost my parents, I had to keep pressing forward after I lost my wife, and I’d have to keep pressing forward after I lost her.

  Crissy.

  I was suddenly nervous about when it would end. I had no issues ending affairs with women. With them, it was all fancy dates and sexy dresses and appendages getting tangled in bed before I cooked them breakfast and shoved them out the door. If their pussies were tight enough, a second round might happen over the next week, but tossing women out the door after I’d had my fill had never been an issue. Not since I lost my wife. I had no real reason or passion to connect with a woman in that respect.

  But Crissy seemed to have found a way underneath my skin.

  The ride back to the office was silent. I tried to send Crissy home, but she was intent on finishing out the workday before the weekend hit. I admired her tenacity and perseverance for the job, so I ushered her to her seat just as my office phone rang. There were only two departments that had my direct office number—accounting and human resources—and neither of those calls could be good given the circumstances I was facing.

  “Crissy, formally type up the minutes for the meetings and file them accordingly. Electronically and paper-wise.”

  “Will do, Mr. Jacobs. Anything else?”

  “Stick close by. This phone call might be important.”

  I dropped my bag in my office before I picked up the phone. Accounting was on the other end, and the manager was asking for a private meeting. I told Crissy to hold all my calls until I could get this over with, and ten minutes later, the flabbergasted woman was waltzing into my office and slamming the door behind her

  “Mrs. Rubenstein, how can I help you?”

  “Mr. Grant. I’ve been keeping an eye on things for you while you left everything in Alex’s hands, and it prompted me to look into some things.”

  “Why is that?” I asked.

  “Mr. Marks was just acting differently,” she said. “Usually when you leave things to him, it’s bright and sunny. You know, getting a taste of what he loved before he handed it over to you type thing.”

  “He wasn’t like that this time?” I asked.

  “No. He was distant and silent, so I used that as an excuse to look into things.”


  “Mrs. Rubenstein, you’re the accounting manager. You don’t need excuses.”

  “Just take a look at these.” She handed me a sheet of paper with various transactions highlighted. Large sums of money were being siphoned off the top of department budgets, and a couple of withdrawals came from the company account itself.

  “What the hell are these?” I asked.

  “I’m still not quite sure. A couple are large sum withdrawals, and the ones highlighted in blue are differences in allocated department budgets versus what dropped into their respective accounts. The numbers don’t match up.”

  “Why didn’t we see this sooner?” I asked.

  “If you skim off the top of budgets, sometimes it can take months to track down,” she said. “The formal budget paperwork never actually gets put into the system, so there’s nothing to gauge it by. We and the departments agree on a budget, it’s written down and signed, and then I go in and queue up the transaction for the funds to be released from the company account and dumped into the department account.”

  “What would someone have to do in order to skim funds off the top?” I asked.

  “They’d have to go in after I’ve already queued up the funds drop and alter it, sir. I took the liberty of checking the ones that have been set up for this quarter, and, sure enough, they were altered. I changed them back, and I’ve got I.T. trying to trace the other logins and figure out who’s changing them.”

  “Is there any way to at least pinpoint what area of the building it’s coming from?” I asked. “The changes, I mean?”

  “Not for sure without I.T. tracing things,” she said.

  “Something behind your eyes tells me you have a theory, however.”

  “I mean, it’s just speculation,” she said.

  “What have you found?”

  She slid me another piece of paper, this time with the allocated budgets for every department. I looked at the numbers and didn’t see anything weird until I got to the middle part of the page.

  “What’s this?” I asked.

  “All of the departments have been skimmed off of, except the junior executive department,” she said.