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  Yep; that’s what you get for trying to end our affair, I laughed to myself. She wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted her and I would have her.

  Just then I got a call from Pike, my CFO. He’d finished revising our documentation for the takeover bid in California and we needed to meet with Dixon and my father to go over everything before we left for California at eleven o’clock.

  We agreed to meet in my father’s office one floor up in half an hour, to discuss and finalize the strategy we’d been refining for weeks to take over Carrowdale Finance; a medium sized financial services firm based in California. They had a client base worth over two billion dollars a year, but mismanagement and bad investment decisions had resulted in them having to sell their majority shares in order to restructure and sustain the business. Our recent success in New York had us driving forward to get through this latest prospect and I focused single mindedly on achieving this objective. We knew that other companies would be preparing an offer as well; we’d have to outsmart them to close this deal.

  ***

  Dixon, Pike, Wallace and I, as well as our associates landed in Van Nuys Airport, north-east of our intended location in Los Angeles just after 1.00pm.

  We had a preliminary meeting with our associates in Los Angeles at 4.00pm so we had time to settle in before then.

  I maintained a condo in Beverly Hills and traveled separately to refresh and catch up with everyone later while they went to check in at their hotels and recover from jetlag. I knew Lena was originally from California. I wondered what she was like growing up in Westwood; was she always so dismissive of the guys she’d dated?

  She’d spoken about a heartbreak. I wondered if she was still in touch with the loser who’d broken her heart. I was certain whoever he was must have regretted it; so far she was an amazing lover; if I was in the running for a serious relationship I wouldn’t hesitate to date her.

  There was something inaccessible about her; she gave me her all the few times we’d made love, but outside of that, she made it seem like she was not available to anybody. I was used to women doing the chasing; constantly calling me when I was seeing them. From Lena I’d received three texts and two of them were inconsequential. Even the one that mattered where she was apologizing for our launch tryst, she was terminating our involvement. I hoped that our weekend encounter and our naughty chat this morning would mean she might call me, to give me something to look forward to when I returned to Atlanta.

  The rest of the week in California was a total fuck up. Carrowdale Finance had obviously been doing some back office underhand dealings and our bid did not materialize. After my people looked at the paperwork and our accountants had looked at the figures, we realized we had no choice but to pull out of the entire thing and Carrowdale went with another finance corporation based in Chicago. We left them to it, knowing the shit would hit the fan eventually.

  Friday evening we decided to return to Georgia on a late flight slot. Going to my condo to get ready for my return home, I thought about what a waste of a week it’d been. I was so pissed off with the way things had turned out. I just wanted to get home to Atlanta and spend time with Lena. Just as well it was Friday; tomorrow Saturday she wouldn’t be working. She hadn’t called me all week like I’d hoped, but I certainly hoped she’d see me. I had to give up waiting and make first contact. I sent her a text;

  “Hi. I’m landing tomorrow morning. My place? Noon? X”

  I carried on packing to let the time waiting for a reply less stressful; it could go either way. Ten minutes later, I got the reply I was waiting for;

  “See you at noon.”

  I managed to sleep in my seat on our flight back to Atlanta landing at 6.00am Saturday morning. As usual, a limo awaited everyone else while Jackson was there waiting for me with the Tahoe. I’d only slept a few hours but I decided to squeeze in a forty minute workout, drink a protein smoothie for breakfast then take a mid- morning nap for a couple of hours. If Lena was coming over, I’d need to be rested to prepare for her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I woke up at 11.00am feeling fully recovered from the jet lag. Lena was coming in about an hour so I had another protein shake to stay my hunger, then hopped into the shower.

  As the time for her arrival came closer, I couldn’t help feeling excited. I was still angry about my trip but right now, all I wanted to do was sink my cock into her and forget everything. But she was unpredictable; she could just as easily be coming to tell me to fuck off; I had to make sure today wasn’t that day.

  It was already 11.45am and my plan was to tackle her the minute she arrived before she had a chance to talk herself out of it. I pulled on my sweat pants and remained shirtless, forgoing the boxers. I put a couple of condoms in my pocket and went downstairs to wait for her. I could have gone to check my mail or made a few overdue calls, but I couldn’t focus. I wanted to be ready to pounce the minute my elevator dinged.

  A couple of minutes after noon, my elevator went down then came back up moments later. I was waiting by the elevator doors when Lena arrived. The doors opened and there she was, smiling and looking so pretty. She was wearing a short, green, strapless sundress and had her purse slung over her shoulder. With my heart thumping hard, I reached for her in the elevator and pulled her into my arms. She came to me without hesitation and surprised me by dropping her purse, then holding onto my neck and leaping onto me; locking her legs around my waist. I held her up with my hands on her ass and that’s when I discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. I gasped with delight and watched a naughty grin spreading on her face. She lowered the front of her dress and wasn’t wearing a bra either. I couldn’t believe my damn luck. We kissed passionately as I held her to me.

  We still hadn’t said ‘hello’ by the time I headed towards the stairs intending to take her up to my master suite. Half way up the stairs, kissing passionately made me lose my footing for a fleeting moment and I fell over, breaking our fall with one hand while I held her to me with the other arm. She squealed fearfully for a moment before I gently placed her on the stair, then immediately slid my lips over her nipple. As my tongue flicked and twirled her nipples, she threw her head back, groaning erotically, lifting her dress.

  Moments later, she pushed my head down to her sex, opening her legs for me, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. I began by repeatedly spearing her tight opening until I had her writhing and screaming as she lost total control. My tongue teased her clit and my lips sucked hers. My assault was frantic; I was desperate to taste her, feeling her soft thighs brushing against my ears. I needed urgent relief and pulled down my pants. Gripping my cock firmly, I massaged it in long strokes while eating her out hungrily and greedily, knowing I’d soon be sinking into this tight little chocolate heaven.

  She eased my head away, then slid down a few steps until her lips were in line with my cock. I sat on the stair above her facing up. The tip of my dick was glistening with moisture I’d drawn from stroking myself while pleasuring her. Her lips were right by my cock and I waited in anticipation for her to cram her mouth full with it. She just looked at me, waiting. I was bewildered with lust, wondering why she was making me wait.

  Eventually I got it; she wanted me to push her head down on it, like she had done to me. As soon as I pushed her head down, her mouth engulfed my straining cock and she began to suck avidly and ravenously, all the while swirling her tongue around the thick hooded head. I watched her wide eyed; blown away with the sight of those luscious lips surrounding my cock while it disappeared and reappeared between her full lips. I was afraid she was going to unman me in seconds as I breathed in gasps unable to stop watching her enthusiasm. I didn’t have to wait long; I saw her thick eyelashes flutter up to look up at me then she swallow my cock to the very back of her throat and without volition, I was spurting in hot bursts down her throat, crying out and jerking, shocked and embarrassed that I hadn’t lasted even a minute. I couldn’t look her in the eye at that moment; I had to redeem myself.

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bsp; I got up avoiding her gaze, cradled her in my arms then carried her up the stairs straight to my master suite. I sat her on the bed, stripping her out of her dress completely. I stepped out of my sweat pants, then rolled a condom down my length. I looked at her lying on the bed; watching me, waiting for me.

  “Open your legs,” I demanded, coming over her. She obeyed immediately, while I took my dick in hand and slowly slid into her, watching her closely. I felt her squirm to accommodate my thick girth and then I began to thrust slowly.

  As I slid my shaft into her, she writhed and pulled my ass to her trying to make me move faster. But I carried on with my measured pace, thrusting slowly and deeply. She’d made me come hard on the stairs and I was going to retaliate.

  She tried to circle her hips but I gripped them tightly and fucked her slow, savoring every stroke into her. After a few deep strokes so delicious they made me groan, I pulled completely out of her and turned her over.

  “Lift your ass,” I commanded. She raised her ass up, keeping her upper body on the bed. I slid my cock back into her pussy and began moving in and out of her vigorously. I had one foot braced on the floor with my other knee on the bed, giving me the leverage I needed. I growled rhythmically with each thrust, feeling the walls of her pussy tightening around me in response. She was crying out as I thrust powerfully for what seemed like forever. I watched her thick ass, jiggle and quiver with my powerful thrusts and felt a delicious sensation traveling to my groin each time. She was crying out my name as I fucked her and I felt her pussy grip my cock hard as she detonated around me, collapsing on the bed.

  Her orgasm wasn’t enough to stop me. I continued to slide into her powerfully as she lay on her stomach jolting out her orgasm. I couldn’t stop; I didn’t want to. I felt her orgasm building as she climaxed again, her pussy milking my dick in rhythmic waves.

  Now she lay limp and at last after a few more rapid thrusts, I felt my balls draw up tight and I came hard while deep inside her, rubbing out my orgasm as she lay there limply.

  As soon as I was done, I pulled out of her and tied off my condom. I lay back on the bed and pulled her limp body to me, kissing her forehead as she lolled her head helplessly, snuggling up to me.

  She dozed for a few moments before I gave her a light kiss and slipped away from her, grabbing my sweat pants and going downstairs. Now that my sexual appetite had been sated for the time being, I was starving and I had to order lunch for us.

  I settled for ordering two fillet steaks, medium rare, roasted peppers and baby potatoes from the hotel restaurant downstairs. The food would be ready in twenty minutes. While I waited, I opened a bottle of cabernet sauvignon to let it breathe while I thought about the amazing woman I left sleeping upstairs. I smiled to myself thinking how she was a great end to a crappy week .

  When the food arrived, I had the waiter set everything up in the dining room then went to wake Lena. She was already stirring and became wide awake when I gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

  “Hi,” I said smiling down at her, holding my breath for her response. She stretched and looked at me.

  “Hi,” she replied, smiling back at me.

  Okay; we were good. I tried not to let my relief be too obvious to her.

  I found her dress and pulled it over her head.

  “Come, lunch is here,” I said helping her up. We went downstairs hand in hand and I pulled out a chair for her, then lifted her silver salver to reveal her delicious food. She eyed the steak suspiciously then sliced it open in the center. She smiled while shaking her head then she took her plate to the kitchen. I was concerned that she didn’t like her food.

  “Don't you like your steak?” I asked following her, ready to order something else.

  “I like steak, but I don’t like it alive,” she answered, opening the microwave and placing her plate inside.

  A few minutes later she returned with her plate steaming and her steak more shrunken in size after the thorough nuking. I made a mental note to always order ‘well done’ for her.

  I poured her a glass of wine and we ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the perfect pairing of wine and steak. We began to chat about our lives, having a perfectly normal conversation that left me warm-hearted. She really was great company and I found myself laughing out loud a few times, despite the California disaster.

  “Can I ask you something?” Lena began, just as we finished our meal.

  “Sure,” I replied, wondering what she wanted to know.

  “You seem a little tense, is everything okay?” her gaze was searching and concerned.

  I realized my disappointment with the business trip was showing through.

  “I had a crappy week in California.” I briefly explained to her how the deal had fallen through and what a disaster it’d been when we discovered we’d been outbid on Carrowdale and how they had financial inconsistencies. She listened with rapt attention, asking questions where appropriate. While I was explaining the situation, she grabbed a piece of paper and pencil from the counter and began to scribble something down. Eventually she looked up.

  “Look,” she began, going into business mode. “When I was an analyst, Carrowdale was on our radar for a long time. We knew their profits were too extraordinary to be authentic and you’ve probably just dodged a bullet.”

  I shrugged and poured her and myself another glass.

  “What I really wanted was their West coast license,” I explained. “That alone is worth a takeover bid.”

  She shook her head to disagree.

  “You were going to shovel millions of dollars into a bottomless pit, hoping that within ten years it would fill up enough for you to recover your investment. Instead, why don’t you start from the surface and build from there? The four hundred million you wanted to spend to buy Carrowdale? For twenty-five percent of that you could set up an entirely new structure, staff and premises then poach their best clients.”

  She paused to check if I was following.

  “Go on,” I nodded, sipping my wine.

  “So essentially, you could skim the cream off the top, without having the burden of the PR disaster and debts that this company has accrued. Once their scandal of corporate malfeasance comes out, you could still lose that entire client base and be left with nothing but a corpse of a company with a bad name. And if the collapse occurs on your watch? Strauss Carter gets blamed for mis-management.”

  I nodded thoughtfully, thinking through her advice. She was so smart. Although she didn’t understand the complexities of regional licensing and the binding contracts these clients had with Carrowdale, her insight had given me an alternative strategy I could pursue.

  We had a shelf company in Nevada whose license might cover California and if so, her plan could be considered. I would also instruct my lawyers to look at client contract clauses to see if there was a way out due to mismanagement. After the way they’d wasted our time, it might be better to take their entire client base into a new operation.

  I couldn’t remember when last I’d been involved with a woman on the same wave length as me. It was refreshing to speak to someone who could talk about business or anything other than shades of lipstick. I picked up my phone and dialed Pike, my CFO.

  “Pike, do you recall the financial services shelf company we have registered in Nevada? Find out if the license covers California.”

  I ended the call and turned my attention back to Lena. I was beginning to realize just how much I liked her; this wasn’t just an ordinary fling. Not only was Lena beautiful and sexy, but smart and ambitious as well. I couldn’t see any downside to dating her.

  She was quiet for a moment then came around to me and pulled me up to stand. I stood towering over her and she looked up at me with her pretty brown eyes under dark eyelashes .

  “You know what?” she said putting her arms around me. “I know just what you need to make this all better.”

  She didn’t know she’d already made things a lot better, but I let her take my ha
nd and lead the way, back upstairs to my suite.

  Once there, she stripped off her dress again and pulled down my sweat pants, pushing me to lie back on the bed. She proceeded to kiss every single inch of my body; nipping, sucking and licking different spots that I never knew were so sensitive. She straddled me, locked our fingers together then rode my cock leisurely, while she licked and kissed me sweetly.

  Her lovemaking was designed to arouse an emotional connection between us and I felt it. The feelings she awakened in me were euphoric. For the first time in my life, I felt cared for, as though she actually could love me someday. Lena knew exactly how to treat a man. I realized that I couldn’t possibly let this woman go; I wanted more than just sex from her and I would find a way to tell her.

  After we’d made love several times for what seemed like hours, we finally fell back against the bed, catching our breaths.

  "Lena," I gasped, pulling her close to me. "You are the most amazingly sexy woman I've ever met. You are my California chocolate dream."

  She laughed the most beautiful, gentle laugh I’d ever heard. "California chocolate dream, huh?"

  I didn’t answer, I felt myself dozing off, feeling that Lena in my arms was the perfect place for her to be.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I woke up with a start, feeling empty, as though I’d lost something I treasured. That’s when I noticed Lena was no longer in my arms. I scanned the room and saw her standing by the large window naked, looking out over the city. She appear to be deep in thought and I got up and made my way to her, gently putting my arms around her waist from behind. Already, I felt myself hardening again from brushing against her luscious ass.