My chest aches, my heart concerned about this saucy woman who repeatedly pushes me away. “Hey, it’s all right.” I pull her up and into my arms sitting on the desk. I let my hand travel under her shirt, lightly stroking her damp skin. I rest my hips against hers, her body fitting nicely against mine. My hard dick lightly presses into her and I pray for it to subside for the moment.
“I need…” Her arms hang at her sides. While we may be a nicely designed puzzle, intricately fitting together, we are still complicated pieces to the whole.
“You need some space. I get it.” Kissing the top of her head, I squeeze her arms reassuringly setting her to stand on her own. Unlocking the door, I walk out and wait outside for her to compose herself. A moment later, she slips through. “Ready?” Holding out my hand, she looks at it and then me. I’m hoping she gets what I’m asking her. When I told her she was mine a week ago, I meant it.
“Is this what you call space?” Smirking, her nose scrunched.
“Come on. You’ve made me beg enough today. Give me something to work with here.”
Finally, after holding my breath, she slips her cool palm into mine. I tug her with me to the elevator without giving her a choice to turn back and run.
“Where are we going, James?” I love her soft voice and stubborn tugs on my hand to slow down.
“Back to my office, Casey.” As I push the UP button, she pulls back and I’m forced to let go of her hand.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she glares at me. “To do what exactly?” Petulance comes easy to Casey. Twenty bucks says she would stomp her foot if she could.
Backing her against the wall, I brush tangled strands of hair over her shoulder, then remove a hairpin that swings guiltily from her hair. Her eyes dart to my fingers and she tries grabbing the pin. I close my hand around it, raising my arm up and out of her reach. “Tut. Tut.” I taunt her a little. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
Rolling her eyes, she always has a smart answer on her tongue. “Haven’t we already covered the ‘don’ts’ for today?”
“To eat and to rest, nothing more.” The elevator pings and I step inside, leaving Casey to ponder my request. I slip the hairpin in my pocket and press the button to hold the door open when she takes a moment too long.
“Just food. No monkey business.” Casey pokes my chest and I seize the opportunity to grab her.
“Whatever do you mean?” Chuckling, I push her into the corner and kiss her upturned lips, earning me a squeal. Casey makes the best damn sounds, causing a zing of desire to shoot straight to my still hard cock. I let her go just as quickly when the elevator dings again, opening up to the accounting floor.
“Mr. Austin.” One of my many employees nods as he walks into the elevator, going back to reading his legal pad of notes. Neither Casey nor I make eye contact, but I keep her hand firmly in mine, rubbing over the soft skin.
Walking hand in hand earns me a glare from, Michelle, my assistant. It’s none of her business, so I give her something productive to do, while I usher my girl to keep walking forward into my office.
I lean over my assistant’s desk grabbing my phone messages, “Michelle, please send out for the usual from Larry’s Deli. Make it a double order.”
“Anything else, Mr. Austin?” Michelle’s face reminds me of a sour lemon and I shake my head no walking away. I don’t think my assistant has been pleasant to work with since the day I hired her.
“Sir, you have a meeting in a half hour with–” I cut her off holding my hand up.
“Cancel my afternoon appointments, something has, uh, come up.” I shut the door leaning against it hoping Michelle will do her job for once and not pester me the rest of the day. I want to keep Casey for as long as she’ll have me, even if I have to be a little bit of an ass to do it.
I watch Casey stand at the window in what I assume is either admiring the view or cursing my prolific means. It’s hard to tell with her sometimes.
I tell her, “Make yourself comfortable. I have a few calls to make while we wait for dinner.” Shrugging off my jacket, I roll up my sleeves, loosen the button of my collar, and remove my tie, stuffing it into a drawer in my desk.
“I’ll just go freshen up.” Casey steps around me and heads for my private bathroom with shyness I didn’t expect. She softly closes the door behind her, the lock clicking into place, effectively shutting me out… for now. Understanding her moods is like trying to calculate the direction of a tornado. One minute, she is calm and serene; the next, a swirling vortex of what the fuck headed directly towards me.
Eventually, the door opens and Casey comes out of the bathroom, her hair fixed in a loose braid over her shoulder. I try not thinking of all the ways grabbing that braid would turn me on. “Feeling better?”
“Much, thank you.” She moves to sit on the couch and I get up from my desk to sit next to her. “So, tell me. What makes a man like James Austin give up a promising career in law for all of this?” Casey looks around and I follow her gaze. It’s no secret I chose a different career initially, but I came back to the family business as CEO of Austin Communications.
“The law fascinates me, it always has, but I also knew this would be where my responsibilities lay.” I pick up Casey’s hand and study her fingers, soft and perfectly fit in my own. Her nails are rounded and painted a loud shade of dark purple, almost black. It’s mysterious, yet that’s Casey’s allure to me. She doesn’t give me a single inch to work with instead making me fight for her attention.
“You say that almost begrudgingly.” Casey plucks her hand back from me and places it under her arms, cutting me out from touching her further.
“Some things were already decided and this was one of them I chose not to fight. I liked school. I like the dissertation of cases. Don’t get me wrong. The preparation to fight a case took a lot of time away from more… relaxed pursuits.”
“Huh.” Casey seems unimpressed and I don’t blame her. I could have told her I like expensive champagne and Formula One race cars, and she would have turned her nose up at me with the same distaste.
“I know. I’m a spoiled little rich boy, and it got worse after my parents died, but that’s been my honest life experien