by Loni Ree
The intimate, possessive look in his dark brown eyes as he stares down into mine causes my heart to pound and my girl parts to beg me to give in. I squeak out a, “We’ll talk soon,” and flee his office like my skirt is on fire. I need time to gather my thoughts and figure out what in the hell just happened.
After rushing from the office, I head to the one place I know I’ll find a sympathetic ear and great advice. Granny Sue’s. She takes one look at my face as I rush into the small apartment and turns for the kitchen. “Come on,” she calls over her shoulder. “I’ll put some tea on, and you can tell me if we need to hire a lawyer.”
As I sit at her breakfast bar and sip my tea, I spill my guts, explaining everything from the beginning. Granny Sue lets me ramble on until I start crying. “I’m so confused.”
“Okay.” She sets her teacup down, and the silver bracelets on her wrist jangle. “The way I see it, you have a wealthy hottie wanting to win your heart, and you’re here at your old grandma’s apartment asking advice?” She shakes her head sadly. “Where did I go wrong, child? Get yourself together and let that man chase you. Duh.”
“But,” I start to ask, and she holds up her hand.
“There are no buts. Listen to your old grandmother. If you walk away now, you’ll always regret it.” She lays her soft hand on my arm and stares into my eyes. “You’re hurting now, right?” After I nod, she continues. “Then you have nothing to lose if he’s serious and wants a relationship with you.” She mouths, “Duh.” And I’m unable to hold back my smile. “You end up with Mr. Rich Hottie Boss from Hell, and we’ll turn him into a pussycat. Don’t you worry.”
Granny Sue gives me one last bit of advice. She tells me to let him wait a few days before I agree to talk. “Men need to suffer a little bit. It teaches them not to screw up in the future.”
Marcus
After pulling my head out of my ass and admitting that I can’t live without Olivia, I took my brother’s advice. I set up a meeting with Josh and Thomas to change our company rules on in-house relationships. Our new policy prohibits immediate supervisors from engaging in romantic relationships with employees they directly manage. Since Olivia reports to Thomas, and they are in a completely different division, there is nothing stopping us. Now, I need to convince my girl that I’m serious. I’m going to follow my brother’s advice and hope I don’t come to regret it. He did some digging and discovered that Olivia loves Rock ‘n Roll concerts. Her favorite band, Twenty Times Rock, is playing in New York next Saturday night, so I pulled a ton of strings to arrange an unforgettable weekend for her. Now, I need to find a way to convince my girl to accompany me out of town again.
Thursday afternoon, I call down and ask her to come to my office. I haven't seen her since our conversation on Monday, and I miss her. It nearly killed me to wait until today, but my brother advised me to give her time. Fuck. Going days without seeing or talking to Olivia has been pure torture.
After she agrees to come to my office, I sit back and stare at the clock. It takes three minutes and forty-five seconds to make it to from her office to mine if the elevators aren’t busy. At this time of day, the building should be pretty empty, and I watch the minutes move by at a snail’s pace. Five minutes and twenty seconds later, there’s a knock at my door, and my heart begins to pound in my chest.
I call for her to come in and run my sweaty palms down my dress pants. I’m acting like a fucking schoolboy with his first crush. Fuck. “Please, have a seat.” I attempt to smile at her, but nerves have paralyzed my face muscles, and I’m sure it looks more like a grimace.
She bites her juicy bottom lip and walks over to sit in the chair across from my desk. “You needed to see me?” She clenches her hands in her lap. I watch the vein pounding away in her neck and wonder if she’s as nervous about this meeting as I am. She holds up her hand to me and states, “Let me just make something clear to you before you get started. I’m not canceling my plans tonight.” For a second, confusion runs through me, but then I realize it’s Thursday night. Her weekly date with her grandmother night.
I shake my head and rush on before I lose my opportunity. “I wanted to ask you to accompany me to New York this weekend.” Shock flows through her eyes, and I rush to explain. “It isn’t a business trip. I’d like to take you to the Twenty Times Rock concert at Madison Square Garden, and then we could explore New York City for the weekend and get to know each other.”
As she sits there and silently stares at me, I wonder if I’ve asked too much when it hits me. I’m a fucking brain-dead moron. I forgot to tell her one critical detail. “We’ll have separate rooms,” I assure her. “I want us to have a chance to start our relationship off right.”
“Oh, uh…” She blinks several times and stares at me silently. I fear she’s going to refuse when she shrugs and asks, “Did you manage to get tickets? I heard that show is sold out.”
I wink at her. “You’ll have to come away with me to find out.”
Score. She eventually agrees, and my heart finally settles into place for the first time in weeks. After arranging to email her all the trip details, I watch her walk out of my office. Part of me was tempted to ask her out to dinner tonight, but I warned myself to take things slow. I talked her into going out of town with me. I don’t want to push my luck and lose the tiny bit of progress I’ve made.
Friday evening, I stand outside her apartment and take several deep breaths. I tell myself to man up and knock on the fucking door. She opens the door and smiles at me. “Hi.”
After she steps back, I pull myself together and follow her in. “Are you ready to go?” The simple conversation allows me to get control of my emotions as I fight the urge to wrap my arms around her and kiss those soft lips.
“I’m all set.” She points at the suitcase next to the door, and I grab it before I lose control and drag her into my arms.
We sit silently for the entire ride to the airport. Since this is a personal trip, I’ve booked us first-class tickets on a commercial flight. After passing through security, we have a couple of hours to wait before our plane leaves, and I ask her, “Do you want to grab something to eat?”
“I’m not too hungry, but I’d kill for something to drink.” She smiles at me. We decide to stop by the coffee shop for an iced latte before we head to our gate to wait. Time moves by at a snail’s pace while I sit next to my girl and glare at any fuckers who dare to glance over at us.
After we board the plane, I settle her into the first-class seat, then sit next to her. I take her hand in mine and place a light kiss across her knuckles. “Don’t worry. It won’t be a long flight.” I softly rub circles around the delicate skin to soothe her. I remember from our last trip how much she dislikes flying. Once the plane levels off, she relaxes next to me, and tension courses through my body. Having her this close causes my dick to thump hungrily in my pants. I shift in my seat to find a comfortable position while she stares out the window.
By the time we land in New York, my stomach is twisted in knots. Having her soft, curvy body next to me for nearly two hours has left me hungry in a way I’ve never experienced before. The ride to the hotel is excruciating. After we check in, I walk her straight to her room but stand outside the door to tell her, “My room is right next door.”
I need to take a cold shower and get control of my raging cock, but the thought of leaving her sends a sharp pain through my chest. “Why don’t you settle in and relax, and I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast.” Before I turn to head to my room, I point at the door connecting our rooms and smile. “Just knock if you need anything.”
Marcus
After kicking the door shut with my foot, I drop my bags on the floor and strip on my way to the bathroom. I step under the hot spray and look down at my cock and promise, “Soon, you won’t have to make do with my fucking hand.” I imagine her juicy lips wrapped tightly around my erection as she looks up and stares into my eyes. As my hips thrust forward, pushing my cock through my wet, sl
ippery grip, I fantasize that it’s Olivia’s sweet mouth pulling the orgasm from my balls. I shout her name when I come and then sag against the cold marble. Fuck.
Tossing and turning most of the night, I give up and watch television at three am. I’m staring at some mindless sitcom when my alarm buzzes a few hours later. I drag my ass out of bed and into the shower to take care of the hard, urgent problem thinking about Olivia has caused. A few minutes until eight, I’m anxiously standing outside her door. I knock and look around the hallway while waiting for her to answer. “You’re early.” She steps back for me to enter her room, and I nearly swallow my tongue. The short, pink, silky robe she’s wearing barely covers her ass, and I’m unable to stop myself from looking my fill at her stunning body. My cock hardens behind my zipper as my eyes take in all her luscious curves. She has a little black mole above her right breast, and I fight the urge to lean down and run my tongue over the tiny imperfection.
When my overheated body warns me I’m on the verge of tossing her on the bed and forgetting about our plans, I realize it’s time to get myself under control. I move toward the door and growl, “I’ll head back to my room so you can dress.”
“Uh, you can stay.” She shrugs nonchalantly, and her robe slips off of one shoulder. The slight peek at her soft, silky skin sends my blood pressure soaring. I wonder if she has any clue how close I am to losing control. While dirty ideas flow through my mind, I turn away from her and stare out the window. The New York skyline doesn’t hold my attention as I listen to her moving around the room, but I don’t dare watch her. Olivia calls out behind me, “I’ll dress in the bathroom.”
“Okay,” I agree without turning. As I continue to stare out the window, I will my cock to deflate and give me some relief.
“I’m ready,” she calls a few minutes later, and I take a deep breath. I’ve been standing here willing my painful erection to subside and missed the sound of the bathroom door opening.
I spin around and groan as I realize it’s going to be a long fucking day. She’s wearing a tight sweater that stretches across her perfect tits, and my fingers ache to reach out and touch the soft mounds. Her snug blue jeans show off every damn luscious curve. Shit, I’m going to have permanent damage from my long-term erection.
After breakfast, we head out for a day of sightseeing. She spends most of the time chirping away about everything we’re seeing, and I like getting to watch her have fun. I relax and enjoy the day with my girl.
We have an early dinner before heading up to shower and dress for the concert. I knock on her door and nearly swallow my tongue when she answers wearing skintight jeans and a black V-neck t-shirt that hugs her luscious curves and shows off the tops of her bountiful mounds. My cock will be tied in knots by the end of the night. I smile and take her hand. “You look beautiful.”
She blushes and leans up to kiss my cheek. “You look pretty handsome yourself.” I’m thankful for my untucked black t-shirt hanging over my jeans that helps hide the evidence of my aching erection. As I lead her down the hallway, I pray the night passes quickly.
“You never did tell me about our tickets.” She looks up at me and smiles as we step onto the elevator. I hit the button for our floor and turn to smirk at her.
“You’ll have to wait and see.” I’m hoping the front row seats burning a hole in my pocket bring me a ton of brownie points with my girl.
The car drops us off at the back of the building, and I take Olivia’s soft hand and lead her to the entrance marked “VIP.” She turns to me, and her eyes light up. “Oh my God. We get to go into the VIP?”
I lean down and place a kiss on her nose before pulling her through the doorway. After showing our tickets to security, we’re allowed to enter the floor level on the side of the stage. My girl practically vibrates with excitement as we push our way through the crowd and find our seats. The loud, packed venue is the last place I would’ve picked for a first date, but I glance over and see the happiness in Olivia’s eyes and realize my brother hit this one dead on. When she rubs her luscious body up against mine and leans her soft lips next to my ear to tell me, “Thank you so much,” my dick turns rock-hard in my jeans and I’m thankful for the darkened room.
I glance down at her and wiggle my eyebrows. “You can thank me properly later.”
An adorable blush moves over her face as she bites her bottom lip. I almost miss her whispered, “Oof. I’ll try.”
A few minutes later, the lights dim, and Olivia grabs my hand and jumps with excitement. As the opening band pounds away on stage, I glance down at my watch and wonder how much longer this torture will last. They play a few songs, then thankfully end with an ear-splitting, screeching song. I should’ve taken my brother’s advice and bought the opening band and main group’s albums to prepare myself before tonight. Oops.
When the entire place goes dark, signaling Twenty Times Rock is about to perform, Olivia digs her nails into the back of my hand and hops around next to me. I pull her close to my body and hold her tightly as the guitarist steps out onto the stage. She enjoys the concert while I relish this time having her near me. I’m unable to convince my cock to stand down, and I’m sure she is able to feel what having her so close does to my body.
Toward the end of the show, the fucking lead guitarist decides to act cute and leans over the side of the stage to toss a guitar pick down my girl’s shirt. My growl fills the front row as I snag her closer. The asshole. Olivia grabs the little piece of plastic and turns to me with excitement shining in her eyes. “Look. I caught it.”
I’m unable to stop myself from showing all the fuckers around us who this girl belongs to. I lean down and kiss her soft lips. By the time we come up for air, the song has changed, and I’ve gotten over the jerk throwing the pick.
Olivia
Twenty Times Rock is my favorite band, but I’m having a hard time concentrating on their concert with Marcus standing behind me and his arm locked tightly around my body. When his large frame shifts a little, causing his huge cock to dig into my back, I forget all about the band on the stage as my panties flood with wetness. Visions of us alone later rush through my mind, and find myself I actually hoping this concert ends soon.
As the lead singer croons away, Marcus tightens his arms around me, and his hand slips further down the front of my body. His pinky finger brushes my pussy through the denim, and lust blinds me. I rub my ass against his hardness, and he groans in my ear, “If you keep that up, I’ll come in my pants in front of all these people.”
I lean my head back against his shoulder and whisper next to his sweaty skin, “I’d rather you come in me.” His growl is drowned out by the loud guitars, but I feel the vibration through his chest. “I’m ready to leave if you are.” The stage isn’t holding my attention any longer.
As we push our way past the other fans, Marcus texts the driver to let him know we’re leaving early. The ride back to the hotel seems to take an eternity. When we finally come to a stop in front of the entrance, Marcus pushes the door open and pulls me from the car. We don’t say a word the entire way up to our floor. He looks over at me and raises an eyebrow. “Your room or mine?”
I lean up and place a kiss on the dimple in his chin that always calls to me before smiling at him. “Yours.” He doesn't waste another second. The next thing I know, we’re inside his room and Marcus has me pressed against his hotel room door. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he whispers against my neck as he places soft kisses along my collar bone.
“Me too,” I squeak when he suddenly lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist as he walks us over to the huge king-sized bed. His hand slips under my t-shirt and unhooks the front snap on my bra. I throw my head back and groan when his finger lightly grazes my hard nipple. Marcus lays me on the bed.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he growls. I bite my lip and watch as he steps back and begins to strip. His wide, muscular chest tapers off into a trim waist, then wow.
My eyes widen when he pulls his
pants and underwear down and I see his dick. “Uh. Houston, we have a problem.” I lean up on my elbows and stare at the monster.
Marcus smirks at me as he wraps his hand around it and slowly slides it up and down. As I watch the purple tip disappear between his fingers, I wonder if it really will fit inside of me. “If you keep staring and frowning, you’ll give him performance anxiety,” he teases.
“I’m worried about my performance,” I answer honestly.
Marcus leans over me and lifts my chin so I’m looking into his serious eyes. “We’ll take this slow.” He pushes me back on the bed. “You don’t have anything to worry about except enjoying the ride.” After he pulls my t-shirt over my head and tosses it and my bra aside, he places little kisses on the tops of my breasts. I reach up and run my hands through his thick hair, and he groans against my skin. “Please, keep your hands and feet on the ride at all times.”
I lift my foot and run it up the back of his leg and ask, “Like this?”
As he closes his lips around my nipple and sucks, he mumbles, “Mmhmm.” Then my brain short circuits from the pleasure rushing through my veins. He unhooks my jeans and drags them down my legs as I kick my shoes away. Marcus looks up and runs a finger under the band of my silky thong and snaps it. “I like this.”
“I wore it for you,” I admit, and he smirks at me before leaning down to run his tongue up the material covering my center. After his finger slips under the soggy fabric, he slides it through my wetness and spreads me open. While his thumb rubs circles on my clit, he presses a finger deep into my core. I arch my back and cry out at the twin sensations.