“Nothing tastes as sweet as your pussy.” Croix emerges from between my legs, a sheen of my wetness on his lips.
I blush from his crude words. “I thought we weren't supposed to do this in here anymore.”
I'm sprawled across his desk feeling absolutely scandalous. After he finished his teleconference and retrieved me from Raj's office, he closed the door behind us and pinned me against it. The advance was so quick that I barely had time to process what was going on.
“I'm the boss. I can do whatever I want,” he whispers against my inner thigh, causing a shiver to course through my body. “And right now, I want to pleasure the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“The most beautiful woman in the world, huh?” I tilt my head back, staring up at the ceiling with a smirk plastered across my face.
He responds by circling my core with his mouth. My breath hitches as he applies pressure, the flat of his tongue working to massage me to orgasm. His index and middle finger probe at my entryway, and when he slips them inside, I'm lost. I stifle the moans threatening to spill from my throat as he bares down on me, drawing out my climax.
“Those little noises you make are so delicious.” He peeks over my mound, his fingertip pressing deftly into my clit. “You're trying so hard to be quiet. I bet I can make you scream, though.”
“Croix, you're being so bad.” I cover my face with my hands.
“I'm about to be worse.” He stands, and I hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. By the time I crane my head to look at him, he's already tearing the foil condom packet.
“Aren't you worried about someone hearing us?” Panic flashes through me.
“If I was, would I be doing this?” He rolls the condom down his hardened length before tossing the wrapper in the trash and grabbing my hips to pull me to him.
“What if someone comes up here looking for you?”
“Let them come.” He grabs the front of my blouse and yanks it down so hard that the two top buttons pop off.
I would be angry at him for ruining my shirt if I wasn't so aroused. The cool office air teases my nipples into taut peaks as my breasts fall free from my blouse and bra. Croix grabs two handfuls of them, kneading them to the point that it's just painful enough to be pleasurable. I can feel his cock throbbing against my inner thigh, and it only makes me want him more.
“You look like you're starting to get into it.” His gaze fixes on my face.
“You're being wicked.” I push my chest up into his hands, feeling my nipples slip between his fingertips. When he pinches them, my cunt contracts. I've never been more ready for him than I am right now.
“Do you want my dick?” He slides it between my pussy lips, pumping ever so slightly. Each time his glans rubs over my nub, I feel a pulse of need.
“You know I want it,” I reply timidly.
“Maybe I don't want to give it to you.” He pulls back enough so that his helmet dips lower, lining up with my channel. He presses inside just enough to cause the tiniest spreading sensation.
“You're a liar.” I grin, trying to wiggle so that he's deeper inside.
“Bad girl.” He grips my hips, keeping control of me. “No moving.”
I pout.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to be inside of you just as much as I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
“I want it,” I breath out in a voice that's almost foreign to me.
“Beg for it.” He slicks his tongue over his bottom lip, making me yearn for the taste of his mouth.
I force my attention up to his eyes, locking my gaze to show him how sincere I am. “Please, Croix. I need you inside of me. I need this more than anything right now.”
“I need this too,” he tells me. Then he bucks all the way forward, and the whole world explodes around us.
***
“Things seem to be running smoothly here.” I make lazy circles with my index finger over Croix's chest while I sit on his lap. Now that the heat of our coupling has subsided, I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't get to see him shirtless. Feeling the smooth plains of his chest always turns me on. There will be other times for that, though.
“They'd be running more smoothly if you were here.” His grip tightens around my waist, and he bends his head slightly to watch my hand make its pass back and forth across the front of his shirt.
“What's wrong? Is Raj not doing an exemplary job?” I tease.
“Oh, Raj is doing a good job. But Raj isn't you.” He looks up at me. “I miss you, Raven.”
I smile at him as warm feelings flood my heart. “I miss you too.”
“I miss having you here with me.” Croix reaches up to caress my face, and I press my cheek against his palm, enjoying his affectionate touch.
“It was fun while it lasted.” I let out a contented sigh.
“It could be like that again.”
“What are you trying to say?” I quirk an eyebrow at him.
“I'm saying,” he draws out the word, perhaps anticipating my reaction, “that I want you to come back and work for The Billionaires Club again.”
“Oh really?” I chuckle as I straighten myself.
“Really. I'm not joking.” His features take on an air of offense that I would dismiss the idea so flippantly.
“It's a sweet offer, but I think that the way things are now are better for us.”
“Are they?” He doesn't seem so sure.
“Of course, they are. When I was here, the work relationship put stress on our personal relationship. Now I'm somewhere that I make more money. My work life and personal life are separate, as they need to be. I feel accomplished and like I have the best boyfriend in the world. I have everything that I want, just as I want it.”
His serious expression breaks, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Well, as long as you're happy.”
“I am. Immeasurably. And besides, do you really think you could convince Raj to give my office up?”
Croix laughs, “I suppose not.”
***
My intestines twist like snakes as I pull up to Croix's beach house. He has Beverly this weekend, and this will be the first time that I officially meet her. While we shared introductions the last time I saw her, it didn't feel right. I was caught unaware, and she was probably every bit as confused as I was. Then, I was a stranger to her, some random person who showed up at her father's house. Today, she'll learn that I'm someone important to him—someone who will be in both of their lives for a very long time.
Croix greets me at the door with a chaste kiss on the lips and leads me back to the dining room where Beverly is sitting at the table coloring in a coloring book. Her eyes lift from the book as I enter the room, though there doesn't seem to be much interest on her tan face.
Croix kneels beside her to grab her full attention. “Beverly, this is Raven, the lady I was telling you about. She's my girlfriend which means we'll all be spending a lot of time together from now on.” He glances back at me.
I wave awkwardly. “Hi, Beverly.”
Croix stands, turning and placing a hand on my shoulder. “I'm going to pack up the car for our picnic and leave you two alone for a bit to get better acquainted.”
The snakes strike out at my insides as I'm reminded of how Croix treated the whole Kenzi situation at The Billionaires Club. Apparently, leaving people together without a life preserver is his idea of forcing them to get to know each other. We'll definitely be having a conversation about this later. For now, I don't want to make things any more strained than they already are by showing that I'm absolutely terrified of being left alone with his daughter. I know nothing about kids, about how to relate to them.
I suck up all of my fears and nod, allowing Croix to go about his business. Before he's even walked away, Beverly has returned her attention to the coloring book, her straight brown hair falling in front of her eyes like a gate to lock me out.
“What are you coloring?” I flank her side, trying to get a look at the image.
“This.” She points to the page without glancing up at me.
It's an image of a cartoon butterfly with flowers around it and clouds in the background. She's colored one of the wings pink, the clouds gray, and the flowers purple. To my surprise, she's mostly managed to stay inside the lines. In the upper right corner of the page, her name is scribbled in capital letters.
“What a pretty butterfly.” I grab one of the chairs and pull it up next to her. “Do you like butterflies?”
“Mhm.” She nods.
“Are butterflies your favorite animal?”
Beverly giggles, drawing her hands up to her face. I smile, though I don't get the joke.
“No.” She shakes her head.
“What's your favorite animal, then?”
“Butterflies aren't animals. They're insects, silly.” She looks at me finally, her expression full of mirth.
“You're right. They are insects. Smart girl. Did you learn that in school?”
“Mhm.” She nods again.
“How old are you, Beverly?” I lean back, trying to relax a little.
“Six.”
“How many is that?” I ask with a smirk.
“This many.” She puts her crayon down to hold up six fingers.
“That's a lot.” My eyes widen for effect.
“No, it's not,” she giggles. “How old are you?”
“I'm twenty-five,” I reply, mulling over our age difference. If Beverly were mine, I would have had her when I was nineteen. I would have missed out on college and so many things.
“Are you ladies about ready?” Croix emerges from the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel.
“I think we are.” I inhale a deep breath, grateful that the exchange is over. I think we'll both feel a lot more comfortable in Croix's presence. “I'm ready. Are you?” I look down at Beverly.
“I want to finish this,” she chirps. She has half a wing left to color. If we waited, it probably wouldn't take more than fifteen minutes for her to finish it.
“You can finish it later, honey. Wouldn't you rather go to the beach?” Croix walks up behind her and runs his fingers through her hair. The strands part without a single knot. So silky.
Beverly pauses, staring down at the picture for a moment. “Oh alright. I can finish it later.”
He gives me a sympathetic look as if silently apologizing for her attitude. I'm impressed that she agreed to go without fighting about it. Other kids might have pitched a fit. Overall, Beverly seems rather well behaved.
We pile into the car and head to Carlin Park. On the ride there, Croix plays Kidz Bop and sings along with the songs that Beverly seems to know well. It's kind of cute seeing this side of him, a side that's more child than adult. The way he bobs his head and dances like a diva for her amusement has me in a fit of giggles. I didn't even know he was capable of being this silly.
“Sing.” He jabs me in the ribs with his index finger.
“Oh my God, no.” I shake my head.
“Oh, come on. It's not like you have to be any good. I suck.” He grins at me.
“You don't want to hear my singing voice.” I practically choke on my own embarrassment.
“Well, now I want to hear you sing even more. Don't you want to hear her sing?” Croix glances over his shoulder at Beverly.
She clutches onto the back of my seat. “Yes. Sing. Sing!”
“Oh, alright.” I sink down, trying to pretend to be angry at their insistence.
I keep my voice low at first as the Kidz Bop version of Cake by the Ocean comes on. By the end of the song, I'm just as loud and animated as Croix and Beverly, feeding off of their energy. It's a lot more fun than I thought it would be, just letting go and acting stupid. Maybe this is something else I needed in my life that I didn't even realize.