"It's between a bad choice and a worse choice," Nash says, staring at the powerpoint I've prepared. “If we don't partner with ATS tech, you'll go and find another company who can. We take this deal, our margins go down to nothing, and we're badly fucked. And let me tell you, I'm not the kind of guy who gets fucked. Maybe your boyfriend likes it when you put on a strap-on at home and fuck him in the ass, Miss Thompson, but that's not my style, I can promise you that.”

He rolls up his sleeves across the table from me and leans forward, digging in. Fuck. He doesn’t mess around. I knew Nash was going to play hardball. The dumbass President of our company thought he'd fold easily. I told him we at least needed to budge a little on our negotiations. Now, we’re between a rock and a hard place.

“Mr. Nash,” I begin, clearing my throat.

“Call me Rooster,” he smirks, making his dimples pop. “My first name.”

Fucking hell. First off, why do the assholes always have to be the ones who get my panties in a bunch?

And second, what the hell kind of name is “Rooster”?!

I hold on for dear life to my poker face. “Mr. Nash, I don’t appreciate being strong armed here at the negotiation table. We had a deal. Those numbers were discussed in great detail.”

“A deal? Ha. You strong armed my fucking VP, who I fucking fired because he’s a spineless pansy who shouldn’t have been hired. You knew it was a bum deal for us when you saw the papers. Don't try to act all innocent sitting here with me right now. You're not dealing with no V fucking P.”

A chill runs through me the way he says the words. I’ve sat at some tables with some big douchebags, but this guy takes the cake.

And I’m literally angry at how turned on it makes me. Still, I don’t budge on the outside.

“Oh that’s right,” I sneer. “You're the Rooster.” My tone drips with sarcasm. “All hail the big cock in the house.”

He stands and clenches his jaw. Speaking of roosters, his cock is right at table level. My eyes are naturally drawn to his bulge.

Fuck. This is the most important business meeting of my life. He can’t see me like this. But it’s too late.

“Eyes up fucking here. Ms. Thompson,” he growls.

I swallow. Goddammit, he’s on to me.

“These terms are final, Mr. Nash. That’s all there is.”

He nods--even his fucking nod is cocky--and meanders his way to the other side of the table where I’m standing.

Butterflies flood my chest as he approaches. My heart rate elevates, and I’m on full alert as he picks up my copy of the printed contract that he is supposed to sign.

“This,” he says, holding the papers in front of my face, “Is a piece of donkey turd I wouldn’t even feed to my neighbor’s pet goat,.” he growls, before ripping the stack of papers up in front of me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I belt, jumping out of my chair, glaring at his insanely handsome face.

“What does it look like I’m doing? It’s time for new terms.”

My chest heaves in front of this asshole who's standing so close to me that our bodies are basically touching.

“Fuck you, you sexy asshole,.” I say through gritted teeth.

His jaw drops. “What was that? Did you just call me sexy?”

I bite my lower lip and nod.

That little admission seems to snap what remaining control he had on himself.

His massive hands shoot out and grab ahold of my ass and back to bring our bodies together. I dig my fingers into his back as our mouths collide.

He makes a noise almost like a roar, and edges me closer to the desk.

“You’ve wanted this for months. During the whole negotiation process you were begging for it. Don’t lie, I saw those eyes,” he growls as he kisses my neck like a feral beast.

“Yes,” is all I have the strength to whisper.

He slips a hand under my skirt and palms my ass, then slides a finger between my legs.

“Nash,” I whimper.

“Name’s Rooster,” he corrects with a smirk.

“Fuck you,” I say, biting my lip again.

“No,” he pauses. “Fuck you, Ms. Thompson.”

He picks me up like I’m nothing more than a feather and throws me down on the desk, on my stomach. He pulls my legs off the desk so I’m standing, and pulls my skirt up and my panties down while using his other hand to unbuckle and unzip his jeans.

I glance back and catch a glimpse of him shoving them down along with his boxers, but I barely see much of his cock before he pushes inside me.

I moan and as he plows into me from behind, thrusting powerfully over and over.

His cock is so fucking thick, so long that it’s almost to the point of pain, but the way he fucks me from behind while pulling my hair has me climbing towards my orgasm at record speed. My God, this man can fuck like a champion.

My core pulses. My toes curl. I shut my eyes tight. The orgasm is intense, but I need more, my pussy is spasming yet I'm not fully sated.

“Make me come again,!” I beg, totally at his mercy.

He bends down and kisses my neck--a surprisingly tender moment for a man so gruff.

“You’re gonna come so hard you’re gonna beg to do this again tomorrow. And the next day and the next. Got it?” he says, slowing his strokes.

“Got it,.” I mutter. “Please, Nash. Rooster,” I correct.

He speeds up his thrusts until my cunt clamps down on that monster cock and I come again, harder than I did the first time. He pulls out and I feel ropes of warm liquid spraying onto my ass.

“Fuck, Ms. Thompson. You’re quite the talented negotiator.”

“This is why I get paid the big bucks,” I toss out before adjusting my skirt and attempting to straighten my hair.

“Looking forward to tomorrow, Rooster.” I throw out over my shoulder before leaving the room.