It’s the hottest six words I can remember hearing, ever.
And I’m nodding, my eyes locked on his as I shrug the dress over my shoulders, slip my arms from it, and let it fall down to pool at my feet.
His jaw tightens, his eyes flashing as his gaze trails over my body, standing there in just my bra, panties, heels, and the necklace. He moves back against me suddenly, and I gasp at the ferocity of his kiss. I’m moaning into his lips again, feeling myself let go and feeling myself melt against him.
My hands pull at his tie, yanking it from his shirt before tearing at the buttons until I can shove the whole thing off his muscled shoulders. The tattoos I’m not expecting from the man in the suit like this, but I barely have time to take them in before we come crashing together again.
I’m pulling at his belt as his fingers move over the front of my panties, feeling how damn wet I am for him. I whimper as he pulls them to the side, a single finger dragging over my slickness and teasing over my clit.
But we both want this too much for teasing. The teasing comes later, but this round, it’s just raw primal need.
My panties skim down my legs, and his pants and his boxers follow them to the floor. I moan as I reach for him, my pulse skipping a beat as I wrap my fingers around him and realize just how big he is. He’s tearing a foil packet open, kissing me as his hands bring the condom down and roll it over his length before centering himself against my opening.
The thought of him taking me like this, right here out in the open on his hotel balcony has me so wet I’m practically dripping onto him. His hands drop to my ass, pulling one leg up to his waist as he starts to push inside. I moan, tossing my head back and wrapping my arms around his neck as he slowly buries that glorious cock of his inside.
It’s hard and it’s sweet release that time. We move like one, rocking together, fucking under the night sky. His hips crash into mine, his fingers dig into my skin as he pulls me against him again and again. His mouth sears itself to mine, tasting my tongue, devouring my lips as his cock strokes in and out, hitting that perfect spot again and again.
When the orgasm hits me, I scream out loud into the night, clutching at him as he rocks up into me and groans his own release.
And then we’re spinning. Before I can even catch a breath, he’s picking me up, his cock still deep inside of me, and bringing us inside to the bedroom.
That’s when we take our time.
That’s when he makes me come so many times with his mouth, his fingers, and his cock that I literally lose track of them.
That’s where we’re almost falling asleep in the early morning hours. Sunlight’s streaming in through the blinds when I finally slip from his bed - sore and loving it - dressing, and kissing him once.
“Oh, wait, you need this,” I whisper at his doorway, him leaning against the doorframe totally naked as I stand in the hallway.
I go for the necklace around my neck, which never managed to come off along with the rest of what I was wearing.
“Keep it.”
I shake my head. “No, it was way too-”
“Trust me, it looks better on you than in a boring glass case in a store.”
I hold his eyes, biting my lip. “Thanks for a great night,” I finally say.
“It was nice knowing you, Ruby Tuesday.”
Present:
After another few days, I’m slowly getting into this.
Slowly being the key word there.
There is a ton of paperwork, and I’m still way over my head with everything, but if there’s one thing my father taught me, it’s not quitting. It’s not giving up and not saying, “it’s too hard” when it gets tough.
So despite the complete lack of experience, the fact that up until a few days ago, I had no idea what an “equity accrual P&L” report even was, and the fact that Landon’s been cool to me ever since that dinner, I’m digging in and muscling through it all.
The sudden change of temperature with him isn’t a mystery either. I know the look in his eye, and I know the one he saw in mine at dinner that night.
A moment of pretending.
A moment of forgetting who we are and what the stakes are here. A moment of me forgetting that Landon Reece is an entitled prick.
But still, just for a second there in that restaurant, it felt like that night back in Houston. It felt like the night we pretended all bets were off - like we could just be us.
A few days later though, and we’re right back to this.
I’m sharing his office, but the only conversation we have is on the state of the team, and my mountain of questions concerning the things we’re going over. It’s not cold, it’s just very much not what it was in the restaurant, where we both opened up and lightened up a little.