Black Gold

by Angelika Robinson

  “Yup, the big R-word,” I say, my voice quickly rising to a shy high note.

  He sits up tall, leaning towards me, his hands finding my hands. He gives me a squeeze with both hands. “It’s what I want… but, I want you to see this from as realistic a viewpoint as possible. I’m not perfect, Shaleigh. I’m married to my job, married to my destiny of making Boyd Industries the most powerful energy consortium it can be. I’m making room for this with you, but that doesn’t mean this is a chore. Far from it. This is one of the happiest things to have happened to me for a while. And yes, I want a relationship with you. The big R-word, like you said.”

  “There’s a but in there somewhere,” I read him quickly.

  “Yes,” Magnus nods. “You have to know one thing. This isn’t normal for me. We’ve been focusing on your normal — ordinary normal — and I need you to understand that’s as much a culture shock for me as this whole billionaire life is a culture shock for you. Please understand that, and please understand that we’ll have to meet each other half-way. Feelings and me don’t normally go together. But I want this to work. For me and you.”

  I smile.

  “Thank you, Magnus,” I murmur. “You’ve taken a burden off my shoulders, for sure. And I honestly think we can make this work too.”

  “The big R-word?” he teases.

  “The big R-word,” I confirm.

  “Girlfriend, huh? Is that what I’m calling you from now on?” he asks, pondering the question. “I like it. It suits you. I’ve been thinking about you a lot, all week, especially since we didn’t get a chance to properly debrief after our night together.”

  “Debrief?” I laugh. “It’s not a business project.”

  Magnus matches my laugh, sounding absolutely golden with his winning smile. “Maybe not,” he replies. “But it means that and more to me.”

  “Well, that night with you was amazing.”

  “I want that and more,” Magnus tells me.

  “I want that and more too,” I echo.

  He gives my hands another squeeze. The purple evening sky we’re exposed to here on the helipad bathes me with a certain sort of hope.

  Maybe this can work.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Throughout the next few days, Magnus and I communicate with sly little short emails between each other. I’ve always wondered if our emails are being recorded somewhere in the email server, but Magnus doesn’t seem to worry.

  Sometimes it’s quick, typed out efficiently, with him waiting for me to glance in his direction so he can give me one of his trademark winks.

  But sometimes he waxes lyrical, showing me his poetic side.

  I can’t wait to have my hands around your waist again. Such a shame I’ve got night meetings every day while we get this Australia thing going on. But instead, my darling, what the tips of my fingers crave most is to press against you, varying the pressure to the sound of your moan. And, my darling, I will have you. The primal desire lodged in my throat, that catches my breath each time, tells me that I will.

  My thighs tighten close together, feeling the way he turns me on. I’ve never had an office romance where I actively feel like I have to fan myself. The blush that rises to me must be patently obvious to all.

  But on Friday afternoon, he finally pulls himself away from work long enough to send me an invitation: “Let’s do non-normal.”

  Three simple words, and I’m smiling all through the day.

  With the Australia project taking up everyone’s time, we’ve taken to eating at our desks. Only Cindy’s senior enough to still head out for lunch. “I can’t stand the smell of food at my desk,” she says, shaking her head. “But you girls need to streamline work, so go ahead. I’ll have one of the boys in the car pool assigned just for food delivery.”

  A girl can only eat takeaway Chinese about a dozen times before she dreads the next bite of kung pow chicken.

  “God, are you all just having salads every time?” I ask Jane, in the bathroom.

  “Ugh,” she replies. “I wish I could eat what you do and keep your figure. It’s not fair at all. You know, there are days when I wish I was black.”

  I laugh at her comment. “Jane, you honestly don’t wish that. You, a sister? Trust me, that ain’t what you want.” I play it up with an accent that immediately strikes me as being a little too reminiscent of the person I was before I left for the city.

  “I’ve taken to slathering my salads with mayonnaise,” Jane complains. “Like I need the calories, though.”

  “That’s the whitest damn thing I’ve heard you say. Next you’re going to smother it with blue cheese or something,” I counter.

  “Is that an option? I bet it’s an option. Add-on. Won’t lie, I’m jealous that you’re on the Australia project — you guys have a budget for lunch. Cindy’s making me pay for my salads.”

  With a groan, I pat Jane’s shoulder in an act of solidarity, and then head back to my desk. Salma’s been rotated back to the outer office, and now it’s Frances’ turn to be in the outer office.

  I think I like Frances best: there’s something awfully innocent about her, and she is just so unfailingly sweet. You’ll never hear her complain about anything, even if her eyebrows sometimes furrow and you can tell she’s dealing with a lot on her plate.

  Won’t lie, I definitely wonder if these girls wish they were the one Magnus was interested in. Since our helipad meet, Magnus has kept his interest in me as buttoned-up as it was before, but we make time for each other. And the others can tell.

  “Lucky girl,” Salma said to me when she spotted me and the boss flirting in a corner. To my absolute disbelief, her comments come without any jealousy or resentment.

  Still, it’s not something I’ve wanted to talk about to other people, let alone the girls working in the secretarial pool.

  So when I wait for Magnus after everyone’s gone, the first thing I say to him when he shows up at my desk is… “What’s non-normal, then?”

  He grins at me. “Perhaps I misrepresented myself slightly. It’s not that it’s not normal. More that it’s normal… for me. It’s only fair for you to experience a bit of what’s usual in my life,” he says. “I’m not bragging or anything… but I do want to treat you out, in a way that doesn’t just plain involve burritos.”

  “Alright, I’m willing to give that a go,” I say. I stretch my arms out. “It’s been a long week. Getting spoiled by my boyfriend sounds fun. My billionaire boyfriend.”

  He walks me to the elevator. “I’ve got a limo waiting for us.”

  “You’re kidding,” I say, my jaw dropping.

  “No kidding, my darling,” he says, bringing his tone low to a whisper. He turns me around so he’s cornered me in the elevator. I glance up to the security camera.

  “Nobody’s watching,” Magnus quickly assures me. “But I wouldn’t mind if people were…”

  “You’re a damn tease, Magnus Boyd,” I whisper. His hands begin to play against my dress, and I feel my skin go hot under his touch.

  “Only because that’s what I want…” the billionaire whispers, his breath hot against my neck. But before he can lean in for a kiss, the doors open, and past his shoulder I can see a chauffeur holding a door open for an incredible stretch limo.

  “Ladies first,” Magnus whispers again, taking my hand and gesturing for me to lead the way. My eyes are googly-eyed as I take in the opulence of this sight, the incredible space inside. You could fit 10, 15, maybe even 20 people in there. I can’t quite understand how cars like this can even exist.

  “A bit roomier than the helicopter,” I grin, wiggling my butt in the leather seat. Everything is just so smooth and silent, too, with none of the bumpiness of actually being in a car.

  Magnus has his eyes on me, and desire is the emotion he’s communicating to me with his gaze. “You look amazing,” he whispers. There’s a screen between the drivers’ area and the stretch passenger section, which gives us total privacy.

  “Are you th
inking what I’m thinking?” I say to my billionaire boyfriend, kicking off my heels so I can wrap my legs around him, my ankles digging into the back of his thighs.

  “That is exactly what I’m thinking,” he says. “You know, sex in a car is a novelty I’ve always scoffed at. Maybe it’s because until now I haven’t found a woman I’ve wanted to do it with.”

  “Look at you,” I grin, placing my hands against his chest, feeling the smoothness of his broadcloth shirt. “You’re such a restrained, controlled gentleman. But I know you’re not. I know you can be an animal.”

  “Hell yes I am,” Magnus says, expressing his point with a growl. “It’s you I want, Shaleigh. Everything about you. And sometimes wanting you means spoiling you too. With me, there’s no way you won’t have all your needs met. That’s a solid gold promise.”

  “Solid gold promises and steely, powerful hands,” I whisper to him. “You’re quite the combination of precious metals.”

  “Steel, like this?” he teases me, drawing a hand to the hem of my dress, and then exploring inwards. His fingertips immediately tempt my inner thighs. My legs buckle at his touch.

  I glance over at the screen separating us from the driver. “Goddamn, Magnus, you know how to make a girl feel special,” I whisper again.

  “A hundred percent because you are special.”

  He pins me down against the side of the car, where the seat meets with an armrest that makes a perfect pillow for my head and the top of my neck. His hands lift my dress, and I giggle as he hungrily paws at me, wanting me. He manhandles my butt, and makes me look down to his other hand, cupping where my legs meet.

  “Look at just how beautiful the sight of the contrast is, between your skin tone and mine. Beautiful, rich, cocoa,” he whispers, in awe, kissing my belly. His stubble tickles me.

  I giggle at him. “Magnus, oh…”

  “I just love seeing my hands touch you all over,” he says, beginning to move his hand cupped over me to tease me against my own panties. “I want you so bad — and I can’t help but notice you want me just as badly too.”

  He says this with a finger rubbing at my clit through the fabric, enjoying the very visible way my white panties soak through with each circular tease of his fingertip.

  “Mmmm,” I moan, grinding myself against his finger. “You drive me wild, Magnus, you honestly do.”

  “No, that’s what you do to me,” he answers. “The thing is, now that I’ve got you pinned down here… what am I going to do? Just let you go? Let you escape?”

  “No way,” I reply. “I need you, baby. I need you to make me yours.”

  Magnus grins. “That’s what you are. Mine.” He opens his mouth again, as if he’s about to add to that, but instead he lowers himself to my inner thighs, kissing me, licking away as he courses a path towards my soaked panties.

  I breathe quickly, feeling myself overtaken by arousal and passion. Magnus skillfully parts my panties so he can lay kisses to my pussy, and I realize from the very first moment his lips touch me that he is gifted — this is a man who truly loves going down on his lady.

  I’ve never been with a guy who loves it that much. Sex has always been as much about them getting as much pleasure as quickly as possible, as it has been about me enjoying their bodies. But with Magnus here, as I glance out the windows and see us driving along an empty highway, I realize now just how much his physical passion fro me shows through in the way he licks at me, kisses at me, teases my pussy with his tongue.

  “Don’t stop, baby,” I whisper, spreading my legs as far as they go.

  He’s so possessive. He has a hand cupping my breast while the other props me up from my ass, moaning a litany in praise of how I taste. “Pure nectar from you, Shaleigh,” he whispers, his breath hot on my pussy.

  My body shudders every time he says anything, and meets that with another shudder every time I feel him lick me again.

  “You have got to be kidding me,” I whisper, feeling my body ripple in ways I had never even imagined before. All through this time, he has his gaze on me, watching me, making me know I’m his.

  Magnus, a man whose determination makes me wet beyond belief.

  “You taste magnificent,” he whispers again, this time lowering his head to rest between my thighs. I close my legs, feeling suddenly shy, but Magnus, with incredible strength, surprises me by splitting me wide open again for him. “No. No way, Shaleigh. I’m addicted.”

  “God,” I giggle reflexively. “You’re too much, Magnus. Don’t you know how to treat a lady right?”

  “Making her moan, cry, scream and cum is how I treat a lady right,” Magnus tells me, his tone impressively level, even though he has to tilt his head towards me for me to be able to hear him.

  Otherwise, his words are muffled in his thighs.

  “Why don’t you grind yourself against my mouth?” Magnus offers. I instantly feel myself blush like crazy. I don’t blush the way the other girls would, of course, but I feel like my skin’s gone from cocoa to beet red.

  All this because of Magnus.

  He begins carefully unbuttoning his shirt, kissing against my thighs as he performs the seemingly complex, pretzel act of multi-tasking like this in the car.

  “You are too smooth, Magnus,” I moan as I feel another kiss land against my inner thigh, closer than he’s ever gone before, eliciting another ripple of delight.

  There is something even more erotic about the way my body surrenders control to him now. The billionaire has already sampled me, has already claimed me, has already seen what I have to offer. Yet what that’s done is make my pleasure grow even further — and whet his appetite for more.

  “I want you,” he growls as he continues lapping at me with his tongue, making vertical motions, teasing me by delaying an extra second in some intervals between licks.

  My body feels like I’m melting out to Magnus, right out my sex. “You’re so good at that,” I whisper to him. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Nothing could make me stop,” he growls softly, the primality of his intent clear from the way his eyes supplement me with an intense stare.

  This is a man who knows what he wants, and wants it thoroughly.

  And then, he grabs me by my hips and surprises me by immediately twisting me and turning me around, so now I’m resting on my stomach.

  The less-than-distant memory of what he did with me the last time I was in this position makes my mouth water.

  “You’re all mine,” Magnus says, his whisper sharp in my ear. “And you tempt me all the time. I’m so glad to have you now.”

  With my face planted in the armrest, I can see nothing. The subtle sensory deprivation of this position means I pay extra attention to everything else. I can hear him: his whispers, the rustle of his fingertips pressing against the fabric that’s keeping a semblance of my modesty here in this stretch limo… and then I hear an unzipping.

  “Ready, my darling?”

  I bite my lip and offer only a whimper of expectation.

  Immediately, I feel his thick cock slide between the cheeks of my ass, and he teases me further by sawing his wonderful cock in that crease. I hold my breath, knowing that any minute now, Magnus might choose to deliver all my pleasure to me, by not withholding everything he has wanted from me.

  I brace myself for the ultimate joy, the potency and passion of his cock entering me. He teases me further, whispering in my ear words that I can no longer make out, because all I can hear is the pounding of blood in my head.

  Desire has overtaken everything.

  And then, I feel it.

  He slides inside me.

  “Oh my God, Magnus, holy… damn… wow,” I whisper, interrupted each second with the feeling of every inch of his cock pushing into me. I can hold no solid thoughts now, because everything is focused on the pleasure of him being inside me.

  He fucks me so good.

  I suddenly focus entirely on the motion of the car as it glides along the highway soundlessly, while Magn
us pins himself down on me, making the most of a small space — no matter the size of the stretch limo, the seats are still less than ideal — and I can find myself closing in on the rapturous feeling of orgasm in seconds, because of the way Magnus has so quickly and passionately given me his cock.

  “God, yes, everything about this, everything about you,” he whispers, and I realize he too is captive to this powerful, overwhelming sensation — we both can’t form words or thoughts, not when we’re so right here in the moment, feeling everything, feeling him inside me.

  We moan only sounds to each other now, going for growls and groans and grunts. I whimper a lot, grinding myself against him, knowing he’s close.

  And he places a hand down on my back, pinning me even more against the luxury leather seat. I know now that he’s close, because when he’s about to cum, Magnus wants maximum coverage of skin on skin.

  My mind finally lets go of all the things that had stopped me from enjoying myself, from truly letting myself be with him. I can now experience him, even as my body is quickly engulfed in the mutual orgasms that take us both.

  “Magnus!” I cry out, the wind knocked right outta my lungs.

  “Shaleigh!” he calls out in response, wrapping his arms around me.

  The rest of the ride, well… I forget it quickly. From these sorts of peaks, a girl can only dizzily record so much.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Here’s something about Magnus that I’ve started to notice. The day after he has amazing sex with me, he always pretends to be a hard-ass at work. He’s all alpha male there, stone and steel, micromanaging every aspect of work. Salma and I trail him as he makes a whirlwind tour of the company, making sure every Boyd division is doing its job.

  “This is a lot of work,” Salma says to me, wiping her forehead. I’m massaging my temples. We have a five minute break, because Magnus is back at his desk, handling a quick call. “He’s serious about this Australia thing, isn’t he?”