The Collision on Hardwood Drive (12 page)

Rob
exhaled loudly, pushing his chair away from his desk as he leaned forward, looming over his desk. “That’s the problem, Hank. You’ve
never
understood what this company needs. You don’t have the foresight
or
the balls to act with this company’s best interests in mind.”

Hank’s face reddened
, and he looked as if he was about to blow. “We’ll see, Rob,” he said, his voice slowing to a menacing growl. “When the vote is cast, this will all be sorted.”

“You’re right. In fact, I was just speaking to Engelsen about it. Which reminds me—he asked me to send you his condolences about the Jackson dispute.”
Rob smiles broadly and almost vindictively. “You have my condolences as well, Hank.”

“Don’t you even
mention
the name Jackson to me, Huntley,” he said, his entire frame quivering.

Rob
laughed, low and callously. “You’re such a child, Hank. I’ll see you at the meeting—until then, stay the fuck out of my office.”

“You had better be prepared,” he answered, slamming the door shut.
We both were silent for a second, just the rumble of the city outside,

“That’s one friendly guy,” I breathed.

“Hank’s vying for control of the board,”
Rob said dismissively as though their exchange had been full of pleasantries.

“Is this how your day
usually
starts?” I asked.

Rob
laughed. “No, it’s usually pretty quiet around here—but the upcoming vote has everyone on edge.”

I supposed that was
one
way of saying it.

“I’m sorry about him
.”

I shook my head. “
Well, you were in your natural habitat.”

There was a quiet knock at the door. Sam entered as soon as
Rob called out for his visitor to enter. She carried two steaming cups of coffee, which she set on the broad table in the corner of the office. “Mr. Huntley, I am so sorry I didn’t warn you about Mr. Cavetti. I had no idea—”

“Sam,”
Rob said, his voice warming instantly. “It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.”

She smiled, relieved. “Thank you. Please let me know
whether there’s anything else I can do for you.”

Was she
flirting
with him? I watched her perky ass float out of the room before snapping around to look at Rob to see whether I would catch him watching her leave, as he always watched me leave. I didn’t, though—he had already turned around to pick a file off his desk.

As she closed the door behind
her, I narrowed my eyes at Rob. “So—you and Sam.” I was more interested in his relationship with her than I was in his relationship with Hank. I knew I sounded suspicious—more suspicious than I had planned—but I hated the idea of Rob seeing her every day.

He looked up from his file, eyebrows raised. “Me and Sam…
what?”

I
knew
he was going to make me say it. I rolled my eyes, knowing that I wouldn’t stop jealousy from showing in my expression and my voice. “Don’t play dumb, Rob. You know exactly
what
. I saw how she looked at you—the same way
all
women look at you.”

His lips curled into that perfect smile as though he just now
understood my meaning. “Are you kidding me? She’s twenty-two, Sam. She’s a
baby
.” He moved toward me, wrapping an arm around my waist to draw me closer. “I’m more interested in
women
. Know any who might be available?”

“Yeah,
right
. I don’t buy that she’s too
young
. Are you saying you would have said no to me if I were twenty-two?” I raised my eyebrows, too, daring him to deny that he wouldn’t have thought twice about taking me to bed.

Rob
kissed my neck, slowly sucking on the tender skin. “You have a point.”

“So
, you agree that she’s not too young?” I cringed. I didn’t know why I had to keep asking—I just had to
know
.

“No,” he admitted. “I suppose she isn’t
too
young, but I don’t just fuck any woman who wants to fuck me—this is work. I don’t do it at work—it’s unprofessional.”

Just hearing him say it made me quiver.

“Let me make something
very
clear, Stephanie. I’m only interested in one woman right now—and she happens to be right in front of me.”

I ran my hands down the front of his pants. He hardened immediately as though he had just been waiting for my touch. I tilted my head back, opening my mouth to take his tongue in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him—the taste of him, the feel of him. I guided his hands up my thighs, letting him feel how aroused I was.

“I want you,” I whispered against his mouth, stepping back to perch myself on the side of his desk. “I
need
you, Rob.”

“God, that drives me to wild to hear you say that—don’t say it again, or I’ll have to fuck you right here, right now.”

“Do me—let’s do it right here,” I begged with a sultry wink. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but this man was making me—

“Don’t move,” he
muttered against my ear. He let me go to stride to the door, closing it gently as he stepped outside. “Sam, I’m taking a call. I’ll need you to make sure there are no interruptions. If anyone needs me, tell them I’m unavailable.”

As he reentered the office, he locked the door behind
him and closed the blinds to cover the large bay window that separated the office from the corridor. “I make it a rule not to conduct personal business in a professional setting,” he said as he walked back toward me, his erection tenting his pants. “But I told you I don’t think I could
ever
say no to you.”

Within seconds
, he had untied my dress, letting it fall open. “I think I underestimated you, Stephanie,” he growled as he took my bare breasts in his hands. “No panties
and
no bra?”

I smiled coyly
, moaning as he pulled me against him, rubbing his cock roughly against my bare thigh.

“You’re so sexy,” he said, his lips hovering just above mine. He gazed
in my eyes, the soft gray of his irises glowing with intent. I could barely breathe.

I began to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing his strong chest. I kissed him deeply, pulling him back with me until we found his office chair. He sat into it and allowed me to kneel in front of him, moving my mouth down his warm, solid trunk. I kissed his stomach, following the trail of hairs from his bellybutton to the edge of his briefs. I’d never craved filling my mouth with a man
as I did when I was with Rob—I loved feeling him grow harder and bigger in my mouth knowing that I was the cause of his excitement.

I unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down, shivering in
eagerness for his manhood. I pulled him from his briefs, just as surprised at the size of his erection as I had been the night before. I licked at my lips, wanting to taste the bead of lube that appeared at the tip of his shaft.

I opened my mouth, taking only the crown in at first. I imagined it entering me slowly and deliberately. The thought made my thighs wet with excitement. I took him deeper into my mouth, wrapping my hands around the base of him and moving them in harmony with my mouth. I gripped him just firmly enough to get him to moan as he raised his hips to meet the back of my throat. I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, feeling him tense with pleasure.

I wanted to keep going, but he rolled the chair back firmly. “I want to finish inside you,” he said. I had waited to feel him enter me all day—I certainly wasn’t going to protest
that
.

He stood and bent me over, placing both my palms against the desk for support. He moved to settle between my thighs, forcing my legs apart. My breasts were pressed into the desk as I throbbed with
eagerness. His large hands cupped my buttocks, massaging deeply as he spread me. I whimpered, needing to feel him inside me. The wetness between my thighs lubricated him as he teased my opening, sliding himself between my buttocks and straight to my sex.

“You’re so perfect,” he said, voice
strained with sexual tension. His narrating what we were doing made me wild with passion. It made it more real, more intense, and I loved every second of it.

Rob
pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on, readying himself to enter me. He gripped my hips firmly and thrust into me, his balls knocking into my ass with the force of his thrust.

“My
God
,” I moaned, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as his hard length penetrated me deeply. He fit perfectly inside my tight walls.

He pulled out and turned me over after a few thrusts. “I need to see you,” he said, his voice deep and throaty. “I want to see your face when you come.”

My back was now pressed flush against the desk, and my head was tipped back over the edge, sending blood rushing to my face.

I wrapped my legs around his back and moved my hips to match the rhythm of his thrusts. Our breathing patterns grew heavier and more erratic. I could see droplets of perspiration gathering on his chest. He was
so
damn hot. As he moved inside me, he reached down to stroke my sex, mirroring the circles he created with his shaft.

The pressure on my clit and the steady pulsing of his hardness between my legs brought me to the point of no return. Pleasure radiated from my sex, shooting straight up and down my legs to settle in the pit of my stomach. My nipples darkened with arousal
, and I squeezed my breasts with my hands, one large, firm nipple pressed against my palm.

“This is hotter than my dream about the Bentley,” I
thought between sharp moans and pants of pleasure.

Rob
’s thrusts grew deeper and firmer. I could feel him throb, coming close to exploding inside me.

“Come, Stephanie,” he demanded as he climaxed, his beating cock sending intense vibrations into my already pulsing wetness.
My orgasm surged through me, leaving me weak and paralyzed with pleasure.

Rob
lowered himself onto me, allowing his sweaty body to cover mine. He brushed a curl from my sweaty forehead and leaned in to kiss me on the lips softly and carefully.

We were quiet for a few minutes with only our uneven breaths interrupting the silence.

He pulled me onto the couch where we settled down, half-covered by his shirt and still sweaty—breathless. I didn’t want to hold any part of myself back from him. I wanted to see where this could go, and for once, I was willing to be reckless with my heart.

Looking into his gr
ay charcoal eyes, I took a leap of faith. “Will you do something for me?”

“Maybe
,” he said.

We dressed slowly, reveling in the sun that lit his room. I breathed deeply and made my request, trying not to hesi
tate. “I want you to meet someone. My dad. I’m supposed to have dinner with him next week, and I feel as if you can’t really know me until you’ve met him.”

“Why are you bringing this up now, you weirdo?” he asked, smiling.

“Too soon?” I asked, feeling embarrassed—he was going to say no. Of
course,
he was going to say no. We hadn’t even spent a week with each other. How could I have asked him to meet my
father
? I smiled, shaking my head. “That’s fine,” I said quickly. “I know you’re probably busy—another time.”

He came to meet me halfway across the room and cupped my face in his hands. “It’s not too soon, and I’m not too busy. I just
expected your request to be a bit… kinkier.”

I pushed him away with a playful laugh. “Nope, sorry to disappoint—just your good ol’ fashion
ed meet-the-father request. Are you really OK with meeting him?”

Rob
kissed me lightly and sweetly. “Absolutely.”

Claire picked me up for a spontaneous girl’s night out the next day. When we made plans earlier that day, she had somehow gotten me to swear to share all the raunchy details of my evening with Rob. I knew she wanted her chance to say
I told you so
to my face too. She loved being right—especially when it came to my dating life—and she was right far more often than I’d like to admit. She had an uncanny knack of predicting how my dates would turn out.

When she pulled up, I was eager to hop
in her car. I looked forward to recounting the previous day’s escapades. Sometimes, these things didn’t really seem real until they were said aloud—and I knew Claire would love to listen.

“Hey, baby
cakes,” she drawled, grinning at me as I climbed in the passenger seat. “Well, well, don’t
you
just look like the cat that ate the canary?”