The CEO (25 page)

“Ms. Q, sorry to interrupt.”

“Yes, Ryan?”

“I was wondering if you had any plans for this weekend. I thought maybe we could go for a run, maybe go an even longer distance?”

“Sorry Ryan, I’ve already made plans, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. I feel like we haven’t spent much time together lately.”

“Same here,” he said, pouting.

“Come here,” I said curling my finger back in my direction. He walked over to my chair behind the desk and I wrapped my hand around the bottom of his tie, yanked him down to my eye level, and planted a kiss on his innocent lips. I could see my kiss affected him in more ways than one when his bulge became quite noticeable through his slacks. “That’ll give you something to think about all weekend. I have an idea, but I’ll let you know about it in a few weeks. Just try and think warm thoughts.”

I closed the office down and went to the garage to retrieve my car. I entered the address Justin had given me into my GPS. I stopped at home for a brief moment to toss some clothes and toiletries into my overnight bag, then got back into my car.

I entered the highway and it was smooth sailing down I95. I flew down the highway, taking in the gorgeous scenery on the side of the road as I drove by.

The exit for Lake O’Gashi was on my right and it was the first time I was actually nervous to meet someone.

Justin was standing in the middle of a wooden dock leaning up against a metal rail when I pulled up. He was so entranced by the warm fall foliage that he didn’t even notice I was right beside him. “Hey,” I interrupted.

“Hey!” he responded, wrapping his long arm around my body, pulling me closer to his side.

“How long have you been waiting here?”

“Oh, not long at all. I was leaving the office just after we spoke. It’s beautiful out here isn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes it is,” I replied, admiring the view. Most of the leaves on the trees had turned and were full of dark ambers, oranges, and yellows. The reflection of them off the water was breathtaking.

“It’s nice to get away from the congested city streets and smog filled air sometimes. I really needed this, Sheila.”

“Me, too.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved. I accidently skipped lunch today.”

“Good, come with me then,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me down a short leaf covered trail to a small luxury cabin.

“Is this yours?” I asked, scanning every inch of the property with my eyes. The cabin had two floors, with green trim surrounding the windows, roof, and shutters. The wood on the porch was smooth and rounded at the edges with a black bench in front of the window. He unlocked the white front door and inside looked brand new, but he pulled me through so fast I didn’t get a chance to look around.

We went straight to the kitchen and there was a picnic basket sitting on top of a hand carved wooden table with two chairs. He pulled out one of the chairs for me and assumed his place on the other side of the table. The table was set with plastic spoons, forks, and paper plates. He opened the basket and pulled out a bottle of red wine, cheese, an assortment of fruit, and some wrapped sandwiches. He split everything equally between us and I couldn’t wait to dig in. Everything was perfect and I savored every bite.

“Thank you for this, Justin. I don’t remember the last time I had a quiet picnic.”

“Me either.”

“So Justin, tell me a little bit more about this place. Did you build it?”

“Yes and no. I designed it, but my father’s company actually put it together for me. I told you, if you can imagine it, he can build it.”

“This looks amazing,” I said as I took a moment to take in the actual construction of this place. The kitchen and living area were all in the same space. There was a fireplace and a bear skin rug on the opposite side of the room with a long black couch and television. The kitchen had a hand carved island in front of the all black fridge and the floor was a simple polished wood.

Justin stood up and cleaned the table off and then came back to grab my hand. “I know what you’re thinking, everything looks hand carved right?”

“Yes it does.”

“Well you’re right, it is. My father developed machinery to smooth wood without losing its natural structure.”

“Wow,” I said as I gazed into his amber eyes.

“So Sheila, how did you know about ROVs?” he said as he led me over to the bear skin rug and retrieved a block of wood for the fireplace.

I decided to be honest with him; I didn’t feel like I had to lie about my knowledge of that. “Okay, I know about them because my company has been trying to obtain one for quite some time.”

“What kind of company do you run?”

“I work at Quinn National, Justin.”

“Wait, the oil company? Wow. My dad told me he’s been wanting to do business with your company for years.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. But I guess your father wasn’t easy to convince at the time.”

“That sounds about right. Well there’s a difference between me and my father. I’ve done my homework and I’m more than interested in doing business with you. I know that your machinery has a high success rate with underwater extractions.”

“You certainly have been doing your homework. I’ll tell you what, we’ll talk business on Monday, but for now let’s just enjoy each other’s company.”

“Okay, I can deal until then.”

He went back into the kitchen and retrieved another bottle of wine out of the fridge, grabbed our glasses, and brought them over to me. He filled the glasses. The fire had grown quite significantly, filling the room with a mild heat and a warm glow.

“Cheers!” we said simultaneously.

“Sheila, there has been something I’ve wanted to do to you since the moment we met.”

“What’s that?” I said, placing my glass down beside me.

“Kiss you,” he said, wrapping his hands on either side of my face, pulling my lips into his. His gentle but possessive grip sent chills down my spine.

He broke our kiss momentarily to gaze into my eyes. Those amber orbs were gorgeous and full of lust. He was the perfect gentleman. A rare gem, lost in a sea full of assholes, and there he was, giving himself to dysfunctional me.

“Justin, wait.”

“What’s wrong, Sheila?” he questioned as he leaned in closer to me.

“I…I—don’t know.”

“Just relax.” He gently regained his grip behind my neck and the reflection of the fire behind us made his eyes sparkle.

Slowly lowering me back onto the soft rug, he kissed me once more, raising my arms above my head and interlocking his fingers with mine. He sat back on his heels above my pelvis and lifted my shirt from my stomach and over my head with my help. Running his hands over my stomach then around the arch of my back to unclasp my bra, I felt the heat rise from in between my legs.

He ran his smooth hand over one breast and pulled the other into his mouth. As he twirled, pinched, and sucked my nipples, I could feel the heat ignite throughout my entire body.

As his hand left my nipple and traveled down my navel to my mound, he lifted the silk material and rubbed my clit through my lace panties. Soon his mouth traveled the same path. He tugged the skirt from my hips, and my panties soon followed.

With my legs spread wide, he positioned himself on his stomach in front of me. He dipped a finger inside of me, before locking his jaw on my clit.

Licking, sucking, and twirling his tongue around my pussy, he drove my body wild. I started shaking uncontrollably from the intense pleasure he was giving me and reached down to grab a hold of his head as he continued feasting on my private parts.

He sucked and twirled his tongue once more in one quick motion and I lost total control of my body, intensely convulsing as he held my legs down and locked his jaw again until I saturated the rug below.

He ran his fingers across his mouth, wiping away my essence as he grabbed a condom wrapper out of his back pocket. He stood to his feet and dropped his pants and boxers right in front of me, revealing his nice cut legs and large cock.

He rolled the plastic over it and kneeled down in front of me, pulling my hips toward him. Rubbing the base of his cock against my opening, he teased me before slowly entering my body, stretching my walls as far as he could without hurting me.

Justin made love to me by the fire. It was just us. I felt like he was giving me pieces of his heart that I didn’t deserve.

We’d only physically met a few weeks ago, but I’d known about him for quite some time, so being there in that moment, completely vulnerable with him, felt right.

There was a spare room attached to the den on the opposite side of the living room and that’s where I awoke the next morning. The rays of sunlight peered through the windows, temporarily blinding me as my eyes adjusted to the brightness.

I ran my hand over the empty spot next to me and realized Justin was gone. He’d left a silk robe on the chair beside me and I quickly slipped it on then followed the sweet aroma drifting through the air.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Justin said, placing a mug of fresh coffee on the counter before turning his attention back to the stove behind him.

“Morning. What are you making?”

“It’s an old family recipe for cinnamon crepes with a sweet cream glaze and fresh strawberries.”

“It smells amazing,” I said, grabbing the coffee mug from the counter. A sweet vanilla scent rose from the frothy mug and I realized he had made me a homemade espresso. This guy was definitely a charmer, but I had to keep my newly developed feelings for him under wraps.

Justin and I fucked, admired the scenery, and got to know so much about each other in the short three-day getaway. Unfortunately it eventually came to an end. We both had to leave and get ready to keep running our companies the next day.

“Justin, I had a great time. I’m glad you invited me out here.”

“I did too and I hope to do it again sometime in the near future. It’s even more breathtaking during the winter months,” he said, squeezing me in between his arms. I inhaled his dry musk scent and wished I could get one more round of fucking in with him, although my entire body was still sore from the last round.

“I’ll be in touch,” I said, heading toward my car.

“I’ll fax you the paperwork in the morning so we can this merger going.”

“Thanks,” I smiled as I closed the door and started the ignition.

You’re mine now Mr. Fitzgerald.

I had my legal team look at the paperwork Justin faxed over the next morning to make sure it was legit and confirm that he wasn’t trying to fuck me over.

Mr. Inuyasha sent me an email later in the morning, updating me on the app he was developing. He told me it was coming along nicely and should be completed within the next week.

“So, how was your weekend? You look refreshed,” Ryan said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“I’m quite refreshed, actually. Glad you noticed.”

“I notice a lot about you.”

“So how did the lunch date with John go the other day?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Good. Turns out he’s not a complete ass face.”

“Good. I’m glad you guys could bond.”

“Whoa, I didn’t say we did all of that. The dude was okay, but he did admit that he had the hots for you.”