Dreaming of the Billionaire 2 (4 page)

I don’t bother calling Amy on my way to Sean’s office. She has enough to worry about with the baby. The last thing I need is for her to think she needs to somehow mother me today. Knowing Amy, she’ll be filling me with warnings of keeping my cool, taking things slow, and not jumping in too quickly. Unfortunately for her, I’ve completely lost my cool, thrown out the idea of going slow, and jumped in head first.

But I’m ready.

I’m ready for this.

At least that’s what I keep telling myself over and over again as I drive the familiar road to Pinebluff.

When I pull into the parking lot, I’m a little overwhelmed with just how huge the Strongdelt building is. I’ve never actually been here before, so I feel a little overwhelmed and underdressed as I walk inside. A security guard holds the door for me when I enter the building. I thank him and make my way to the information desk at the center of the lobby.

“Hello,” I begin, and the man at the desk smiles at me.

“You must be Miss Neilson,” the man says.

I must look as shocked as I feel because he just laughs.

“Mr. Moormead advised us that you would be coming in this afternoon. He’ll be expecting you. Top floor.”

“Thank you,” I manage to get out before I turn and walk slowly to the elevators. I push the “up” button and the elevator opens almost immediately. It’s only a short ride up to Sean’s office, only a few minutes where I can freak out and worry about whether or not I’m being crazy.

Before I can second guess myself too much, the doors open and I walk across another small lobby to a woman’s desk. Her bright red hair is piled on top of her head in a fashionable up-do and her makeup looks perfect. I feel a quick shot of embarrassment at how I’m dressed, but quickly push it down. Now isn’t the time for insecurities.

“Hi,” I say to the woman. She gives me a brilliant smile and I try not to stare at her super-white teeth. It’s harder than I imagine it should be. “My name is Violet Nielson. I’m here to see Mr. Moormead.”

“Absolutely,” the woman stands and comes out from behind her desk. She extends a hand. “I’m Paige, Mr. Moormead’s personal assistant.”

“Hi Paige. Nice to meet you.”

“I’ve heard amazing things about you, Violet,” she turns and motions for me to follow her down a hallway.

“You-you have?”

“Absolutely. Mr. Moormead is thrilled to have you joining our team. I know you’re just going to love working here.”

Oh, I am, am I?

Isn’t that a little presumptuous of him to assume that just because I’m attracted to him, I was going to absolutely come work for him? Really? His arrogance astounds me.

We reach the end of a short hallway and Paige knocks on the door before peering in.

“Mr. Moormead?” She says, “Violet Nielson for you.” She holds the door open for me and nods as I walk inside.

“Lovely to meet you, Violet,” then Paige vanishes, closing the door behind her.

I find myself standing in the middle of Sean’s office on the top floor of the Strongdelt Robotics building. His desk is situated in the center of the room. There are two comfortable-looking red chairs in front of his desk and an ornate carpet on the floor. I almost feel bad stepping on it as I walk further into the room.

Sean is leaning against his desk, looking out the window. He doesn’t turn until I’m almost directly behind him. Then his eyes light up as he looks me up and down. Two quick steps and he has me wrapped up in his arms, his lips pressed firmly against mine. Any awkwardness I felt walking into his office vanishes immediately as I feel him against me.

“Sean,” I try to speak, but he kisses me harder, faster, trying to shut me up. One of his hands rests on my lower back, pulling me in tighter to him. The other is quickly moving from my hair to my breasts and there’s nothing I can do to stop him. I’m powerless to resist his touch. Any woman would be.

I let out a moan as I feel myself growing wet with need, wet with hunger. His lips move down to my neck, slowly, and his hand finds its way up my shirt and over my bra.

“I need you,” he growls. His growing hardness tells me he means it. I’m writhing against him and I can’t seem to stop. Maybe it’s the sight of him in a suit, or maybe it’s just
him
.

“Then take me,” I tell him, pulling my shirt off and ignoring the fact that we’re in the middle of his office in the middle of the day, surrounded on three sides by windows overlooking the Pinebluff business district.

He raises an eyebrow, briefly, as if caught off guard. I seize the moment by grabbing his shirt and pulling him back into me, stealing his lips with my own. There’s a hunger deep within me that I buried long ago, but he’s woken it. With his quips and his jokes and his fucking rock-hard abs, double clicking my own mouse isn’t going to cut it anymore.

I need the real thing.

I need Mr. Moormead buried hilt-deep in
my
treasure chest.

And I need it
now
.

In less than a minute, we’re both completely naked.

I let out a slight gasp when he drops his boxers and I see
exactly
what I’m about to enjoy. Am I licking my lips? I think I must be, but Sean presses his mouth over mine again and I lose everything thought that isn't
yes
. Yes to this. Yes to all of this. How have I gone so long living without experiencing this moment? Everything about it is perfect.

Just,
yes
.

"Violet," he murmurs as he traces his fingers down my back. I shiver with anticipation, needing him, needing
all
of him, needing him as quickly and as fiercely as possible.

Oh yes, Sean Moormead is
exactly
what I need. I let go of all the stress, all the embarrassment, all the frustrations of the week and just let myself
be
. He grabs my hips and pulls me in close to him, not letting our lips part for a second as he pushes against my thigh with his cock.

I let out a moan. I can't help myself as I reach down and start to stroke him. He's already rock hard and ready for me, ready to take me any way I want, as soon as I give him the okay. Only I don't need to say “okay.” I don't need to do anything. Sean's had me captivated from the moment we met and part of me always knew it would come to this.

"Fuck me," I whisper, and it's all the command he needs. Sean whirls me around and pushes me forward so that I'm sprawled over his desk. Reaching down, he expertly finds that perfect spot between my folds and starts to twirl. Within seconds I'm cumming, trying hard not to scream out, trying hard to bite my tongue. As if on cue, Sean presses one hand over my mouth and I yell out into it, my voice coming out muffled.

I've barely finished my release when I hear the sound of a condom wrapper. Then he's pushing up into me hard and fast. I let out a small yelp when he enters me from behind, giving me his entire length at once. I don't have time to get used to it, but I don't care. Everything about his cock driving into me feels right.

One hand grips my hair, pulling my head back so our eyes meet. The other holds my hips firmly in place, as if he's afraid I'm going somewhere. As if I ever could. It's been a long time since I was fucked hard, but I've never been fucked like this before: wild and brazen without a care in the world.

Soon I'm cumming again and Sean joins me this time, allowing himself to explode inside of me as I squeeze and pulse against his dick. For a moment, I can't believe it really happened. For a moment, I'm just collapsed against his desk.

But then he slowly pulls away and drops the condom in the garbage, then comes back to make sure I'm okay.

"That was...something." I smile up at him, wondering what he's thinking. Is he surprised he offered to hire me and I turned out to be so easy? Is he wondering if I came over just to fuck him today? Is he wondering if my knees are quivering from the way he took me so fast?

"It's called 'fucking,' Violet," he smiles, then kisses me softly. "I take it you have some experience in the area."

"A bit," I admit shyly.

"A little more than a bit, I'd say," he tells me, pushing my hair back behind my ears. "That was hot, Vi, not at all what I was picturing our first time to be."

"Oh? And what were you picturing it would be?" Now I'm curious.

"Bed of roses, romantic hotel room, that kind of thing."

"I'm not sure if I'm a romantic hotel room kinda' girl."

"You would be if I wanted you to," he winks and starts to get dressed again. Following suit, I start to look for my clothes and find them sprawled across the room. I slide everything back on before I take a seat, waiting for Sean to do the same. Even as I watch him dress, I quiver. I don't care that we just fucked in his office: I'm ready to do it again. And again. And again. I want him every which way he's willing to give himself to me, and then I want him some more.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I might have to ravish you again," he smirks, adjusting his tie.

"If you keep looking so damn fine," I tell him, "I might have to
let
you ravish me."

"So, Violet," Sean
finally
finishes dressing and takes a seat behind his desk. I swear he took so long on purpose. He likes to make me uncomfortable. He likes to make me wet and achy and needy. "What brings you into the office today?"

"Well, Sir," I cross my legs and lean in flirtatiously. "I wanted to talk with you about your offer to work here."

"Oh?"

"Oh indeed."

"Well, Miss Nielson, it just so happens that I still find myself in need of a social media manager slash marketing director. Does this sound like something you'd be interested in?"

"If it comes with any benefits like the ones I just experienced, I'm
definitely
interested."

“How was work today?” Amy asks me when I stumble through the door. It’s well past six, well past an hour when I
should
have been home. If she knows that I quit my job at Southvale Community College, she says nothing. Either Amy’s an excellent liar, or no one managed to tip her off that I went crazy at work.

“I fucked my boss in his office today. Does that count as a good day?”

“Vi! You
didn’t!
” I have her full attention now. Amy gasps from her spot on the sofa, not bothering to get up, but part of me wonders if she just peed herself a little bit. She’s got that look on her face.

“I absolutely did,” I tell her. “In his office, nonetheless.”

“But, but, but,” she keeps trying to get a sentence out, but she can’t seem to do it.

“But what?”

“But what about Sean? I thought you really liked him! And seriously, Vi, Tim? He’s so…” She scrunches up her nose and looks for the right words before finally spitting out one that precisely describes him: “Mousey.”

“I didn’t fuck Tim.”

“But-“

“I fucked Sean, Amy. I quit my job at SVCC today and went to work for Sean full-time. For real.”

“Holy shit!” Amy jumps up now and does a weird little dance only she could manage to get away with. Finally, she calms down enough to ask me, “How do you feel about it?”

“I feel pretty damn fantastic.”

“You guys haven’t known each other very long.”

“I know. It’s been kind of crazy, really, but it’s so perfect with him, Amy. So perfect. Everything just feels right. I feel like I can just be me and that’s good enough for him. It’s incredible, really.”

“Aw. I’m so happy for you.” Amy tucks herself back onto the couch and pulls a blanket over her lap. Suddenly, she looks completely and totally exhausted.

“Where’s Colby?” I ask, realizing I haven’t seen him since I got in.

“Napping in my bed,” she says. “The poor thing was up all night taking care of me. It’s a wonder he didn’t crash sooner.”

I nod, realizing that I’ll need to be quiet so Colby can rest. No hardcore cleaning tonight for me. The apartment, as I suspected, is completely trashed, but cleaning can wait.

“I’m gonna go start on some work,” I tell her. “I’ll be quiet, okay?”

“Thanks, Vi. Best to let him sleep as much as possible.”

“Need anything before I disappear?”

“Just the 4-1-1 on Sean’s cock.”

“What about it?”

“Was it big?”

“Yes.”

“Bigger than Bryson Montgomery’s?”

“Definitely bigger than Bryson Montgomery’s.”

“Wow…”

With the confirmation that Sean was, in fact, better hung than Amy’s favorite porn star, I head back into the study room to start conquering some work. Sean and I managed to get a little bit done before leaving the office today, though not nearly as much as I would have liked. Somehow having crazy, random sex in your boss’ office tends to wear you out.

I make a mental note not to let it happen again, at least not at the office. Then again, where’s the fun in that? I
liked
how fast and hard Sean took me. I liked that he didn’t make me jump through a bunch of hoops or meet a bunch of emotional milestones. I liked that we could just be adults about this. I liked that we both did something fun that we’re obviously both good at. I loved everything about it.

I slide my flash drive into my computer and open up the first file. It’s time for me to start coming up with a marketing plan for the social media side of Strongdelt Robotics. If this company is going to succeed in beating its competitors – and it absolutely is – then I have to get started, like,
yesterday
on figuring out the perfect plan.

Trying to push the image of Sean’s toned abs out of my mind, I start typing away at the computer. I might not be the best at knowing how to manage a relationship, how to be an amazing girlfriend, or what it takes to make men melt before me, but damn if I’m not going to be the best thing that ever happened to the online portion of Strongdelt Robotics.