Indulgence (29 page)

“Don’t you think we’re moving a little fast, Angel?” His
voice was laced with desire. I could tell suggesting we slow down was hard for
him, but so charming and chivalrous. It made me want him more.

I closed my eyes for a moment, weighing the options, but
continued to stroke his cock up and down in slow, calculated movements. He
groaned and I searched his eyes.

“Do you think I’m a whore for wanting to pleasure you?” I
wasn’t sure if I’d asked for his benefit or mine. Wanting to please him so
quickly, after only knowing him a short time was unlike me. It was bold and
daring in ways I’d never been before.

His response was immediate and righteous. “Hell no! You’re
the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and your kisses taste like fucking
candy. I can’t get enough of you. You want to touch me Darlin’, I’m all yours.”

Holding back would be too much. My entire body thrummed and
quaked with lust, with the desire to please him. I needed to feel him in my
hand, in my mouth. Kissing him hard, our tongues tangled as we drank from one
another. He tasted of mint tea, refreshing and delicious.

His large hand cupped my breast through my blouse, thumb
sliding along the tight peak, making it pebble and ache. He swallowed my moan
with his mouth as I arched into his palm. I dug my hand just under the blanket
to get closer to his heat. When my hand met bare naked skin a fresh rush of
desire shot straight to my core. Hank’s cock was quite possibly the softest
thing I’d ever touched and as smooth as satin. All rational thought was leaving
my brain, hell leaving the building. Right now all I could think about was
getting closer, getting my hands on more of his body.

“Jesus, Angel,” he groaned and sunk his teeth into my lip.

His kisses turned my insides to jelly. With slow strokes of
his thick length we continued to kiss at length, learning what one another
liked best. Just as the knobbed crown of his head wept and I’d swirled my thumb
around the sensitive tip to drive him crazy, my phone started ringing.

“Fuck!” Hank cursed.

The incessant noise was like a beacon, calling back my
sanity.
What the hell was I doing?
The professional in me scoffed at
what I was doing, had done, in broad day light with a man I’d known for two
seconds.

Dazed, I jumped off the bed and away from Hank’s warmth.
Distance between us right now was a good thing. With one hand I righted my
clothing while the other fumbled for the phone. Heat suffused the skin of my
cheeks and I knew they would be bright red. Regardless of my embarrassment I
couldn’t control the huge grin that split across my face. Giddiness swept
through me in waves. It was official; I had lost my ever loving mind.

“Aspen, are you still at the hospital?”

“Yes.” Lying would never work with Ollie. He knew me too
well.

“It’s almost eleven and you have a meeting with the
stakeholders for Bright Magazine to discuss the issue from yesterday. Remember,
the possibilities of a setback on the project?”

“There will be no setback. That building will be done as
promised. We’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll discuss it with Hank; determine what
our next steps need to be in his absence.”

Hank’s gaze followed me as I paced the room. “Are you going
to make it here on time?” Oliver asked.

I looked down at my watch. It would take fifteen minutes to
discuss the concern with Hank and at least another twenty minutes to get to AIR
headquarters. “My driver’s here at the hospital. I’ll have him take me shortly.
I’ll be there for the meeting. Just make our guests comfortable until I
arrive.” I rang off with Oliver.

“What’s the problem with the project? Saw my guys yesterday.
They said the accident was contained.” Hank’s concern was evident.

“Depends on how confident you are in your crew’s ability to
continue without you. Do you have any idea who will serve as foreman in your
absence?”

He lifted his hand to his chin and scrubbed it across his
face. The sound of those callouses connecting with the newly grown stubble was
intoxicating. I craved to run my tongue along its rough edge.

“If you keep looking at me like that, Angel, you won’t be
making it to any meetings today and I’ll discharge myself against medical
advice.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” The man was insane!

“Oh, but I would. I’ve been sweet on you for a lot longer
than you know.” His grin was dangerous. Made me believe he was serious.

“That won’t be necessary. I think we can both behave like
civilized human beings.”

“Is that what they call it when a sexy woman jacks off a man
in a hospital bed … civilized? Well almost jacked me off. Seems as though we
got some unfinished business to attend to.” His laugh echoed through the room
as he pumped his hips in the air. He was still hard as a rock and oh so
tempting.

No! Not going to happen. Not now. I have to go. I rolled my
eyes but couldn’t help the smirk on my face. He had a point. Instead of
rationalizing what we did I made an agreement with myself to not psychoanalyze
it and just go with it. If I thought about it too much, embarrassment and shame
would ruin the uninhibited moment we’d shared.

“Hank, seriously, I need an answer.” He had to realize that
it was my responsibility to assure the stakeholders that the project would
continue unchanged, even after the accident. “Do you think your crew can handle
the job without you to stay on top of them?”

“I do. I told Mac yesterday to serve as foreman on the
project in the interim. In the next week I’ll check on the guys, make sure
everything is going as planned. Mac is a good worker and I trust him.” His tone
was firm and confident.

“Okay, sounds good. Do you think the project will be set
back from the break in the crane and the pipes falling?” I shivered visibly at
the memory of those metal spikes falling through the sky like acidic rain.

“No, we have backup options for cranes and I’d ordered
plenty of materials. I’ll work with Mac to determine any delays and touch base
with the architect. My men will work overtime to pick up any slack.” I could
see the wheels turning in that beautiful head of his. A rush of admiration
swept through me as I took in his tired face and bandaged body. He was here
because of me. My heart swelled, bringing forth feelings I had no business
having about this man.

I grabbed his phone off the side table and programmed in my
phone numbers. “Please call or text me when you’ve heard from your contact. I’m
going to meet with the stakeholders for the magazine that’s going to be housed
in that building when it’s finished.”

“A magazine, eh? What about?”

“Fashion, movies, television.”

“So, a smut mag then?” His face screwed into a grimace.

“No, not like a tabloid rag. This magazine will take readers
to a thirty-thousand-foot view of making movies, the actors playing in them,
television producers, writers, fashion designers and their newest trends, the
up and coming hopefuls in each category. Things like that.” He looked bored
already. “Probably not your taste.”

“You’re my taste.” He licked his lips seductively. Damned if
another rush of heat didn’t pulsate through my body, landing right between my
thighs. His words did things to me. The sultry grin on his face proved he knew
the affect he had.

“You’re bad, Mr. Jensen,” I grinned and tried to pretend I
didn’t love every second of his crassness.

“Oh, so we’re back to formality, I see. As long as you
remember that you just had your pretty little fingers wrapped around my cock
but good.” His lips twisted into a grin and he gripped his manhood over the
blanket for emphasis. “You think about that while you’re meeting with the suits
today.” He flashed a wicked smile. I inhaled deeply, thinking back to my hand
firmly gripping his manhood.

I wanted more. To see, taste and suck every inch of his
thickness. Moisture slicked my sex and I knew I had to get out of here and off
to work before I did something worse than palm his goods. It was impossible to
leave without one more taste of him.

His eyes were as green as the finest emeralds as his gaze
looked me over. I could imagine we were both thinking the same thing.
Sauntering over to him I covered his mouth in a deep kiss, biting then sucking
his tongue. I nipped each lip, tugging on his full bottom one, and then pulled
away. It released with an audible plop. He chased my mouth with his as I stood
out of reach.

“And
you
think about
that
for the rest of the
day, Mr. Jensen.”

“Oh Angel, I’ll think of nothing else,” I heard him say as I
sashayed out the door, swinging my hips a little more than usual.

“Thank God that’s over.” For the last five hours I survived
off Starbucks and the memory of what I did with Hank this morning to keep me
going. No breaks, no lunch just meeting after meeting. I hated to admit it, but
I missed my cowboy.

My cowboy.
Shit. Thinking of the man with the word
“my” anywhere near it was not good. My mother was going to have a conniption
when she found out the man was staying in my home. If she only knew what her
perfect little socialite did today, in a public hospital room, she’d be
mortified. If she found out the dirty things I planned on doing with Hank, it would
be worse. The part of my body governing my actions wasn’t my mind right now, it
was centered further south. The emptiness I felt not being in his presence
messed with my head. Getting back to the hospital was priority number one.

We made our way back through the cubicle farm to the long
row of offices. Mine was at the end and took up a tenth of the entire floor.
Oliver’s space was also large. He had a huge antique u-shaped desk that cut in
front of the double doors to my office like a sentinel. No one got through to
me without him knowing it. Ever. I preferred it that way and he took the role
very seriously.

Each member of our team knew Oliver had the second most
important position in the company. Even my Chief Operating Officer knew his
place when it came to Oliver. He may have the professional second-in-command
title, but Oliver held my loyalty and trust. He just had a way with people. He
knew what every department was doing, kept me posted on the inner workings,
ensured the relationships internally and externally were on par with my
corporate philosophy, and was well respected in his role. “You never cease to
amaze me, Pen,” Oliver praised.

“How so?” I asked.

“You just own it. All those powerful men in that room, you
being the only female. You weren’t the slightest bit intimidated. Didn’t even
faze you.” He shook his head and smiled.

“It helps when you have more money in your bank account then
all of them combined.” I grinned, appreciating my wealth for what it was: a
means to get what I wanted in life. Of course now I wanted something a little
more visceral, and tall, with skin the color of brown sugar.

“Yeah, but the way you handled Grant Campbell — that was
priceless. I wish I could have taken a picture of him when he cornered you and
said he missed you and you nailed him,” he chuckled.

“Heard all that, huh?”

“Oh yeah. I also heard you ask him how his skank of the week
was doing. I did a mental touchdown dance on your behalf.”

“I did no such thing. You’re putting words in my mouth.” I
sighed. This was the longest day in history. Memories of my fingers firmly
locked around Hank’s cock flashed through my mind like a wicked porno reminding
me of where I wanted to be right now.

“Okay, maybe I’m embellishing a bit. You did ask him how the
tart was doing.”

“That I did.” I smiled remembering Grant’s smug look when he
told me he missed me, and couldn’t get the image of me under him out of his
head. That’s when I asked him how Cynthia was doing.

“Yeah, but you sold it when you came up and mentioned that
Hank’s things had been completely moved into my penthouse.” I nudged his elbow
with mine. Grant looked like he’d been stabbed. The mere thought that I had
moved on from him, a self-proclaimed “amazing catch” brutalized his ego. I
enjoyed every second of his tortured disgraced face.

“I thought that was a nice touch.” He blew on his knuckles
then rubbed them across the lapel of his blazer.

I rushed into my office to grab my things so I could get
back to the hospital. The prickling twitches to be near Hank, to see him on the
mend, was at the forefront of my mind. If I didn’t get to the hospital soon, I
would most definitely explode from the tension. Just his text earlier stating
that everything was set with the new foreman sent butterflies through my belly.

“Aspen! You’re okay!” I heard the words two seconds before
the life was being physically crushed out of me. A sheet of dark hair smacked
against my face. The smell of cinnamon encompassed the space, leaving no doubt
as to who held me in a bone-crushing embrace.

“London, what are you doing here?”

My sister’s gray-blue eyes searched mine, tears welling in
her beautiful gaze. “You could have died!”

“Who told you?” My eyes darted over to Oliver’s.

His answering fake whistle indicated his guilt. He swayed
from heel to toe and back again looking everywhere but at me, then suddenly
down at his watch. “Looks like that’s my cue. See you in the morning,
Princess.”

He scampered out of my office so fast I could almost see the
tail tucked between his legs. Right then and there he earned a solid payback
for this and the white lie about the donation to the children’s ward the other
day. He knew not to share details like yesterday’s accident with London. She
didn’t do well with emergency situations or accidents.

London’s fingers slid all over my face, her eyes assessing
me rapidly, looking for any nuance, anything out of the norm. They landed on my
shirt and her fingers tugged at the blouse that covered the ugly bruise, the
only remnants that I was in an accident at all.