“You know, sugar, if you keep groaning like that, you’re going to make me feel inferior and think I can’t satisfy my girl.”
Picking up a marshmallow dipped in chocolate I sink my teeth into the fluffy sweet and smile.
“Maybe we should take the rest of the day off and I can take back my manhood.”
I swallow what’s in my mouth before I answer. “I told you already, I can’t, as much as I’d love that option. It’s Margie’s first day. What kind of boss would I be if I didn’t go back after lunch?”
“Fine, if you must. I’ll just have to keep those visions in my head for next time.”
Smiling, I pick up my glass and gulp down my water. I look at the time and realize it’s getting late. Everett calls a waiter for the bill.
When we return to my office block, Everett pulls into the parking lot and turns off the engine. I release my seatbelt, twisting my body to face him. “Thank you for lunch, it was amazing.”
“My pleasure, sugar.” Lifting my hand to his mouth, he kisses my knuckles tenderly while smoothing his other hand over my cheek and pulling me to him before connecting our lips. It’s times like this when I wish he’d commit. He can be so soft and tender but he’s like an animal at other times. Not that I mind, I love how he controls me. He can play my body like a well-tuned instrument and I have no way of stopping him. Our mouths move in sync, while our tongues tangle together, tasting, and his is a flavor I’ll never get enough of. I tug him closer to me by the lapels of his blazer, deepening our kiss. I swallow Everett’s groans and his tongue delves that little bit further before he’s pulling back and breaking our kiss.
“That should keep me going for the rest of the day,” Everett says huskily, swiping his fingers across my lips.
Taking my lipstick from my bag, I lean up to look in the rearview mirror to apply a fresh coat.
“You know that lipstick would look much better staining the base of my cock,” Everett whispers, his hot breath blowing in my ear, causing a wetness to pool in my underwear.
With his fingers clutching my chin, he slowly turns my head to look at him, his lips once again just a mere breath from mine.
“I have to go.” Putting my lips to his cheek, I leave the outline of my lips on his skin. “Your cheek will have to do for now.”
I don’t wait for his reaction. I grab my bag and step from the car heading into the building and back to work.
Eight
Everett
Watching her unfold her sexy body from my car makes my dick physically ache. Reagan has a body cut from sin and can make me drool.
The day she waltzed her way into my office, I knew I had to have her beneath me. Nothing excited me more than the way she argued with me. She hadn’t long been chief executive of Hicks Life Solutions, and I knew nothing about her, only that she was the youngest and the first female ever.
I’ve known Terry Hicks for a few years, so I knew whoever he put in charge of his company would have to be fucking good at their job, especially after the moron they had in place last time. That bastard was one of the worst. If it hadn’t been for me, Terry Hicks would have lost everything. He owes me a favor.
Once the boardroom was set up with tablets water for everyone, I took my seat at the end of the long table. Twenty minutes later, people started to filter in; all that was left to arrive was Terry and his new employee.
While talking with one of the shareholders, the was a knock on the door, and in walked Terry, followed closely behind by a pair of legs in sky high, black, fuck me heels. That was about as far as I got until Terry cleared his throat and called my name. As my gaze travelled further up, I took note of the black suit and red lipstick. When I heard another cough, I dragged myself from out of my filthy mind before my dick got so hard it took over the meeting. I blinked twice before looking back at Terry.
“Everett, this is Reagan Quinn, my new chief executive. Reagan, Everett Brooks.”
My mouth dropped open like a fish. With a name like Reagan, I thought it would be a guy. I was in so much trouble.
“Hello, Mr. Brooks, I’m very pleased to meet you.”
I stared at her outstretched hand, small and feminine, waiting to take mine. My eyes came in contact with the cleavage she’s trying to conceal. I tried hard to control myself. The tight grip on my hand made me wonder if she would wrap her fingers around my dick that tight. The skin of her chest flushed, and my gaze travelled up to the slender lines of her neck.
She cleared her throat before reprimanding me. “My eyes are up here, Mr. Brooks.”
“And what pretty ones they are, Ms. Quinn.” The smirk pulled at my lips before I could stop it. Before I got kicked in the balls, I toned it down a little bit. “I’m very pleased to meet you too. Please take a seat.”
She walked around to the opposite side of the table, my gaze following as she put one foot in front of the other, all the time wishing I could clear the room and fuck her over this table with those heels digging into my back.
Reagan pulled out the chair and sat down. Grabbing my iPad, I moved to the opposite end and pulled out the chair closest to her. All through the meeting my eyes barely shifted from her sexy form.
That was a long fucking meeting that day, but it was also the day I made it my goal to have Reagan Quinn beneath me, and when I put my mind to something, I make sure I do it. There was no way Reagan Quinn was going to end up in any other fuckers’ beds.
She disappears into the building and I start up the engine of my Mustang and pull out into the New York traffic, heading back to my own office.
Nine
Reagan
I’m deep in concentration when I hear a single tap on my door. Before I can answer, it’s opening. Raising my gaze from the monitor, I see Margie standing at the door with a cup of coffee. I’ve been here since six this morning, getting a head start on a huge amount of research for a new contract. It’s worth a lot of money to us, and Mr. Hicks is dying to land the deal.
A small smile tugs at my lips. “Margie, you are a diamond.” She smiles back and brings me the mug. I take a sip of the hot liquid, letting the caffeine and full aroma give me the boost I need.
Margie has only been here a week and already she’s proving her worth. She’s alert, efficient, and has things done without me even asking. I can’t believe how quickly she’s picked up everything. She put a whole new filing system in place and has changed the way the accounts are organized. Even Steven was impressed. I’m still a bit cautious about letting my guard drop around her though. My business persona is ruthless. In this field, you can’t always trust an innocent smile and a friendly set of eyes. Mr. Hick’s has handpicked me for this job, and I refuse to let him down.
“Is there anything else I can get for you, Ms. Quinn?”
“I could murder a pastry from the deli.”
“Would you like your usual?”
“Yes, please.” My usual consists of a croissant filled with peanut butter and some fruit. My mouth is watering already. On cue, my stomach grumbles at the thought of it.