EIGHT
Luke
I’ve pored over the contracts from our general counsel and I’m satisfied with the terms and the wording. Months of negotiations have paid off. Enton is going to be the majority shareholder in RoftCom Limited. All the signatories from the family-owned technology company we’re acquiring have signed the contract. I’ve signed too and all I need is Cole’s signature and we’re in business.
I may as well go to his office and get it signed so I can ask Lindsay, my assistant, to send it back to the lawyers this afternoon. I want this deal tied up immediately.
As I get closer to Cole’s office, I hear a feminine voice. Rae.
I can’t say exactly what happens to me when I see her standing inside with Rae and Cole. Everything seems to stop. The contract I’m holding in my hand is forgotten. There’s no one else in world but me and her. All I do is stand in the doorway and stare at Ana. She’s so fucking beautiful. And her dress . . . Her dress is a deep red – no, burgundy – with a zipper from the top to the bottom and belted at the waist. Her long, beautiful blonde hair is loose around her face and shoulders.
“Hey, Luke. We brought you guys a late lunch. Cole said you’ve been so busy and skipped lunch,” Rae says, smiling at me and pulling some of my attention away from Ana.
She’s right, I’m hungry. Very hungry. But not for food.
I clear my throat quietly. “Thanks.”
I see Cole watching me with undisguised amusement.
“Ana,” I say in greeting.
“Hi, Luke. Rae and I were just leaving. We don’t want to take up your time.”
She’s leaving? Which means she had no plans to stop by my office.
“May I have a word?” I ask her. I can’t take my eyes off her.
She glances at Rae. “Sure.” She covers the short distance between us, and my hand immediately goes to the small of her back. I need to touch her.
“Excuse us,” I say to Cole and Rae, not glancing at them. We pass Lindsay on the way to my office and I give her the documents I should have given to Cole and tell her that I don’t want to be disturbed.
As soon as we enter into my office, I lock the door. Without thinking about it, I start removing my cufflinks, and rolling up my sleeves.
“How are you?”
“Good. You?”
Happy, now that we’re in my office alone. “Would you like to sit?” I ask, standing next to my desk.
“Is that what you want?”
“No.” I still can’t take my eyes off her.
I hear the thud of her bag as it hits the floor. She walks seductively towards me, and I feel my heart rate increase with anticipation and excitement. I want to help her out of her dress.
“That’s not what I want too,” she murmurs as she stops right in front of me.
I open the top drawer and pull out the document that’s been sitting there for a few hours and place it on my desk in front of her.
“This is for you.”
“What is it?” she asks, looking at the sheet of paper in front of her
I let her eyes scan it for a moment.
“I’m clean,” I say.
She lifts her eyes to mine.
“I’m clean too. I don’t have my test results but I could get it tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to. I trust you.” I trust her completely. She looks very pleased at my words. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” she says, looking at me with lust in her eyes.
I close the distance between us and touch her soft and silky blonde hair, lightly running my fingers through her hair.
“My office is soundproof,” I say, needing her to know that she can scream as loud as she wants in the next few minutes.
“That’s good to know, Luke,” she says, smiling, her fingers are on my shirt button. I draw her closer to me and kiss her the way I’ve wanted to since I saw her in Cole’s office.
My hands eagerly run all over her body and in her hair. Fuck. I need to taste her. I can’t wait. I take a step back and unclasp her belt. She watches me with her gorgeous brown eyes filled with desire as I pull down her zipper. I push the dress off her shoulders and it falls to the floor. My eyes leave her face and greedily scan her body. My dick strains harder against my trousers at the sight of her in a black and pink lace underwear. Keeping a firm grip on my control, I unhook her bra and release her full breasts. I almost groan out loud. My mouth latches on to one pink, hard nipple and my hand squeezes her other breast. Ana’s hands clutch my shoulders and her breathing sounds a little labored. I squeeze, suck and knead her breasts before trailing kisses down her body and then help her out of her panties, leaving her sexy heels on.
“Sit on the desk,” I order, as I straighten. I hear the hunger in my voice, and I have no doubt that she hears it too. She takes a step back and does as I say, and then opens her legs wide. My eyes are immediately drawn to the juncture between her thighs. I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want Ana right now. I drop to my knees, my eyes fixed firmly on her sex. My fingers rub her clit and her soft moans spur me on. I press my lips to her center, and breathe her in. Fuck. She smells so good. Unwilling to wait a second longer, I lick and suck her. Her hand grips my hair as she grinds against my mouth. Her moans grow louder and her movements more desperate as she nears orgasm.
“Luke,” she moans sensually as she shatters in my mouth. I fucking love hearing her say my name. I get up slowly, powerless to do anything but gaze at her as I quickly unzip my trousers and release my swollen dick. I’m desperate to bury myself deep inside her. Anticipation slams into me. I don’t want anything between us. She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted to have sex with bare.
“Turn around, babe.” Her eyes lift up to mine and then she turns around and bends over.
“I need you,” she whimpers.
As I plunge into her, one word resonates in my head and in my heart.
Mine.
She feels like heaven. I groan out loud. She’s so tight and sweet. Nothing in my life compares to being with Ana, and I have a feeling nothing ever will.
I pound hard into her relentlessly. The paperweight on the desk lands on the floor. The desk phone joins it with a loud clatter. Ana is trying hard not to scream, but I can clearly hear the muffled sounds that she can’t hold back. The only thing that’ll make me stop is if the desk breaks.
“Let go, sweetheart.” She does, and the sounds she makes are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.
I want to own her, every single inch of her. I can’t get enough of her.
“You feel . . .” I start to say, thrusting into her hard and deep. Ana is moaning my name loudly. I love knowing I’m the one who’s making her lose control. I grip her hips tighter and pump faster and harder into her. She’s so fucking exquisite. “Ana,” I groan. I don’t recognize the sounds that I know are coming from me. She cries out my name as she orgasms, and it sends me over the edge. I come hard inside her, making sure I give her every single drop of me. I’m breathing raggedly and feeling so fucking fantastic. I’m reluctant to move.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.
As I lean over her satisfied and content, caging her in with my arms, I feel a flood of emotion flow through me, but that’s now par for the course since I got involved with her. It’s overpowering. I never thought I’d feel this way about a woman.
I wish she wasn’t on the pill. I still as l realize what crossed my mind. What the fuck am I thinking? I don’t want a kid . . . or do I? An image of a smiling blonde-haired, brown-eyed little girl pops into my head. She’s a miniature version of Ana. Love rushes through me, almost knocking me over. I want that child with Ana. And that’s when I know I’m in much bigger trouble than I previously thought. A kid? I don’t know a damn thing about kids.
“Luke?” There’s a note of concern in her voice.
Feeling shaken, I force the image of what our child could look like out of my mind and clamp down on my unexpected desire to create a life with her. I suddenly realize that my hands are gripping her hips tightly. I relax my hold, and place soft kisses on her shoulders and back, and then slowly pull out of her.
“Don’t move,” I say, putting my dick back into my boxer briefs and zipping up my trousers. I look longingly at her bent over on my desk. Her skin is flawless and smooth, and her ass is perfectly shaped. God, she’s beautiful.
An unfamiliar feeling of possessiveness settles over me. I want my juices to stay in her for as long as possible. I resist the urge to kiss her, and turn to look for her panties. It’s hanging on the arm of my chair.
I move closer to her and murmur in her ear, “Don’t clean up.”
“I’ll smell of sex,” she says softly.
“No, you’ll smell of me,” I tell her.
“Okay.” Her voice is so sweet.
I pick up her panties and help her put it on.
“You can move now,” I say gently, taking a few steps back with the faint hope that the distance would make me stop feeling so much.
Ana dresses up with a small smile on her face. I have no doubt that she knows the effect she has on me.
“I have to get back. Rae is waiting.”
I nod. “I’ll call you.”
She smiles at me, kisses me softly on my lips and walks to the door.
“Ana?”
She turns to me, one hand on the door handle.
“Yeah?” She has a pleased look on her face.
Have dinner with me. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Every night.
Date me.
Bring your stuff over to my house and leave them there.
I’m crazy about you.
Our child would be so beautiful, just like her mother.
“I’m glad you stopped by,” I say, unable to say all the things I really want to.
Her smile widens. “Me too.”
I don’t take my eyes off her as she walks out the door.