Her excitement is contagious, and I can’t help but grin back at her and nod. Jumping out of her seat, she wraps her arms around me in a spontaneous hug. My body goes rigid immediately, my mind going back to that night when my hands and mouth were all over her. My body relaxes against her when she seems to realize what she’s doing and quickly jumps so far back from me, I’m a little afraid she’s going to fall over her chair. “That’s great, Archer.” She blushes. “I’m really proud of you.”
I can’t stop my chest puffing out like a peacock. She’s proud of me. I’m not sure why, but her being proud of me feels important. I never want to let her down. I want her to be proud of me every moment of every day. I clear my throat of the sudden emotions I can’t quite place that are welling up inside me. “Thanks. They need to go out in the next few hours. Priority overnight. They have to arrive by three tomorrow afternoon.”
“No problem. I’ll take them down to the mailroom on my way to lunch.”
I nod and retreat to my office, trying to get my mind back on anything else that needs to get done today. About five minutes go by when my office door slowly opens and in walks the woman of my dirty dreams. She looks nervous as she walks up to my desk. Her cheeks are already stained with a slight smattering of pink that usually only shows up when she’s embarrassed or I’ve been teasing her.
“So, I got you something. It’s just a little thing. I was going to wait until Mrs. DuPont agreed to sell the property to you, but I guess this can be a kind of good luck present instead of a congratulation present. Not that you need the luck. I mean, you’re Archer Clarke after all. But just in case, and anyway, I wanted you to have this.” She’s speaking so quickly that I almost can’t follow her rushed words. My attention is drawn downward, and I see she’s sticking out her hand, shoving a small, flat box towards me.
“You got me a present?” I’m a little off kilter from her rambling and the fact that this girl bought me, Archer Clarke, billionaire trust-fund kid, a present.
“Yes, Mr. Clarke.”
“Archer,” I growl at her before gingerly taking the box from her outstretched hand, purposefully brushing my fingers against hers. I’ve had just about enough of this Mr. Clarke bullshit.
She snatches her hand back to her side quickly and gives me a soft smile. The small white box is about six inches long and three inches across. A red ribbon wraps around the package and is tied into a neat bow. I slide the ribbon off and remove the lid. My brow furrows at what I find inside. A key.
It’s definitely an older key that looks dirty and worn. It’s attached to a long, diamond-shaped key chain the color of the Caribbean Sea. Then I notice the white writing stamped on the front of the key chain.
The Village at Santa Cruz
Santa Cruz, CA
Cabin 4
Holy shit! This is a key to the bungalows? I swallow down the lump of emotion in my throat. “Where did you find this?” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s deep and scratchy, sounding like I just smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in one sitting.
She still looks nervous, but the smile remains on her face. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you. I thought this was a little piece of Santa Cruz and your vacations there that you could bring home with you. Especially if Caroline DuPont was crazy enough not to sell to you. I hope you like it?”
I’m blown away. She got me a present. I can’t even remember the last time anyone bought me any present, let alone something that was so personal and so utterly,me. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest I’ll be shocked if she can’t hear it too. I can almost hear the last of my walls crumbling to the ground. I think I’m falling in love with this girl.
The revelation should scare the shit out of me, but instead, does just the opposite. I’m energized, excited even. I’ve never been in love before, so I don’t know if what I’m feeling is normal, but it feels right.
Thinking back on this week, I can’t believe I let her pull away from me for so long. We should have been together this week, not playing this stupid game of chicken with each other, each hoping the other would cave first. And I know she’s been waiting too. There is no way she would have gone out and gotten something like this for me if she didn’t have feelings for me, right?
Before I even realize I’m doing it, I’m around the desk, pulling her into my arms and crashing my mouth down on top of her own. I put every thought and feeling I’ve held back from her over this past week into this kiss. It’s not hurried, but it’s still filled with passion and longing. I want to show her how much I’ve missed her. How much she means to me.
Hollie’s molded to the front of my body, kissing me back with just as much intensity. Our tongues dance back and forth, teasing and stroking. I slide my hands down around her delectable ass and squeeze it hard. She gasps into my mouth and pushes back against my hand, seeking out more of my rough treatment.
I’ve always been more aggressive and rough in bed, but she pulls something out of me that longs to possess and dominate her. I want to make her prove that she’s mine. That she can’t help but react to my touch.
I walk her backwards, deeper into my office, guiding her towards the couch I keep for more casual meetings. Before I direct her to sit, I shuck up the hem of her skirt around her hips so that I can see her soft-pink panties. I moan at the wet spot clearly visible in the middle of them. This girl is always ready for me.
I roughly yank them down around her ankles. She’s kicking them off as I push her down onto the couch, stretching her out. I place one of her legs up along the back of the couch and the other firmly on the floor. She’s spread wide open for me, her chest rising and falling with little pants. Her eyes are on me and look glassy with desire.
“Where have you been?” I ask her, trying not to let the hurt shine through my voice. I can’t even pinpoint why I’m hurt exactly.
“Right here, Archer.” It’s not really an answer, but I let it go. We both have our reasons to be wary of relationships. Jesus, is that what this is? A relationship? Before I can think too much about what exactly is happening between the two of us, I move my mouth to the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs. I lathe it with my flattened tongue and hear her let out a gasp followed by a satisfied moan.
I smile against her pussy then whisper, “shhhhhh!” My breath against her most intimate spot causes her to jump into the air. “You don’t want everyone in the office to know that the boss is starving for your pussy, do you?”
A shudder runs through her body and I’m smiling again. I’m not sure I’ve ever smiled as much during sex as I do with her. It’s an interesting side perk.
I turn my attention back to her pretty pussy and run my tongue along her crease, picking up any of her juices that have gathered there. She grabs my hair and pulls my face more firmly against her. My girl is feeling needy today. Who am I to deny her?
I attack her delicious folds, licking and sucking, teasing and biting. Her pussy is exquisite. I’m eating like a man that’s been starved and she’s my first meal in days. She tastes even better than I remember. Is it possible she’s gotten sweeter in just a week?
Her thighs are now wrapped around my head, squeezing tightly. My gaze moves up her body and I can see her chest heaving, nipples clearly outlined in her shirt. Her eyes are closed, and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. She’s letting out little whimpers but seems to do a good job of controlling her volume.